A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1742

To those who dabbled in martial arts, there was nothing more exciting than rediscovering a lost art.

While the Tang family was brimming with anticipation and trepidation, Tang Yun had already mustered all her energy.

Soon after, she released a burst of energy that surged through the air like a soaring dragon, churning rivers and shaking mountains.

The raw force shot upward and expanded across the sky.

Tang Yun's silvery voice pierced heaven and earth.

“The universe beckons while the crescent moon begs for me to hold it! The first strike of the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique—Wind Flow!”

Whoosh!

With a blinding white light, the wave of energy blasted across the area.

At that moment, the crowd saw the gorgeous woman brandish her Seven Foot Green Blade.

The cutting aura she radiated formed a crescent in the air as she stood tall before her opponent, courageous but wary.

Surrounded by an air of malice, her eyes shone with determination to crush Ye Fan underfoot.

Whoosh!

The beam of light seemed to stretch for miles, and the reach of her energy was limitless.

At the summit of Mount Chumen, Tang Yun easily gained the upper hand. She was invincible.

The first strike of the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique plunged down from the sky and found its mark.

The brief moment of impact was enough to dismantle Ye Fan's defense.

He staggered backward from the force of the impact.

However, it was only the beginning.

Tang Yun continued with her flurry of attacks after delivering the first blow.

The second strike.

The third strike.

Tang Yun's attacks were unforgiving as they rushed toward Ye Fan like a coursing river, giving Ye Fan no time to catch his breath.

“May cruelty and brutality ravage the earth, and the howl of anguish rule the night. The second strike—Ice Heart! The sword of a warrior pierce through thousands... The third strike—Green Dragon! The fourth strike—Memorial”

Her energy rose around her, cold as ice.

A myriad of colors swirled in the sky, resembling a convention of dragons guarding their territory.

Rain poured down, accompanied by bone-chilling wind.

Amongst the storm stood the extraordinary woman. She was a picture of grace with her floor-length gown and ebony hairthat tumbled down her back. Her moves flowed, one into another, creating a dangerous dance of death.

She released four strikes in one go, each one potentially fatal. Her attacks were of the highest level known in the world.

The resplendence of the four-strike-combo left the crowd in awe.

The entire Chu Sect gaped as the pulsing energy struck Ye Fan like the whip of a punisher.

The first strike threw Ye Fan back by a thousand meters.

The second obliterated the defense of the Dragon God Body.

The third strike pierced into his body, causing blood to bubble out of his mouth.

The fourth injured Ye Fan heavily enough to bring him to his knees. He crumpled to the ground.

The Sword of Yunyangflew out of his grip and shota thousand meters away. With a hum, the blade sank into a cliff face.

A deathly silence ensued.

The crowd was stunned by the sheer magnificence of Tang Yun's abilities.

The sublimity of the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique replayed in everyone's mind.

“T-That was amazing!” “So this is the power of the person who beholds the number one spot in the Sky Ranking!”

“Was that the strongest sword technique known to man?”

The incredible scene sent the crowd into a frenzy, their voices rising to a clamor.

Glee overwhelmed the members of the Chu Sect.

The four strikes Tang Yun had demonstrated were unprecedented and unparalleled.

Word was that the sword was the ace of all weapons, and Tang Yun's assault on Ye Fan cemented this saying. The sword was indeed a force to be reckoned with.

“This descendant of the Tang family is quite formidable.”

“She completely overpowered Zhenghong's son!”

“From the looks of it, Zhenghong's son might lose the battle even if he uses Invoke the Celestial Sky.”

Her eyebrows knitted together.

This guy was thrashed, and yet he refuses to admit defeat? Does he not know to learn from his mistakes?

Or, does he really think that he can beat me just because someone crowned him the first in the Sky Ranking?

Deciding that it was the only explanation, Tang Yun scoffed internally at Ye Fan's immaturity.

Just as Tang Yun's expression darkened, Ye Fan lifted his head to taunt, “Tang Yun, could you wipe that smirk off your face? We're not quite done here.”

“Aren't you going to give up? Your Dragon God Body has been destroyed, and your sword is embedded in that cliff. You don't have any weapons! How are you going to fight me?” Tang Yun questioned, her tone impassive.

With a snort, Ye Fan answered, “Don't forget that I can still use Invoke the Celestial Sky! I would love to see which is the better move—the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique of the Tang family or Invoke the Celestial Sky of the Chu ancestors.”

Ye Fan grew solemn as he focused.

All his dispersed energy rushed back to him like water down a vortex.

The temperature dropped dramatically.

The atmosphere at Mount Chumen was so tense that it was hard to breathe.

“Is this the final battle?”

Anxiety gripped Chu Zhengliang's heart.

The elders of Chu Sect, too, were on the edge of their seats.

They were well aware that the upcoming fight would decide the victor of this war.

It was the Dragon God Hall Master versus the head of Chu Sect; Invoke the Celestial Sky versus the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique!

In a battle between two mighty beasts, no one knew who would have the last laugh.

Perhaps the debate about the better martial art styles that had lasted centuries-long would end once and for all.

Although the former head of the Tang family, Tang Murong, had been subdued by Chu Yuan's Invoke the Celestial Sky, it was a lopsided battle as Tang

Murong's capabilities could not compare to Chu Yuan's.

Hence, the question of whether Invoke the Celestial Sky or the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique was more powerful lingered in the minds of many.

Today, the war about the ultimate move would take place once again.

“Who would win?” Chu Zhengliang voiced his thoughts, his expression grim.