18: Chapter 18 Only cowards lack courage!

The middle-aged man clenched his fists, looking disheveled, and quickly climbed up from the ground.

He pointed a finger at Ye Fan, cursing angrily: "Kid, you dare to kick me? You really are courting death."

As he spoke, the fat middle-aged man, consumed by shame and anger, threw caution to the wind and charged straight at Ye Fan like a wild bull.

"Hmph!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, his face calm as he watched the fat middle-aged man charging towards him. He mocked, "Oh my, getting impatient already?"

"You brat, I'm going to kill you!" the fat middle-aged man roared, instantly reaching Ye Fan. He raised his head and slammed it directly towards Ye Fan.

"Whoa! I have to say, your attack style is quite unique! Did you practice the Iron Head technique?" Ye Fan didn't intentionally block; he simply sidestepped, dodging the fat middle-aged man's attack, and sneered.

The fat middle-aged man, having missed his target, had used too much force and nearly fell to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly steadied himself. Otherwise, it would have been truly embarrassing in front of so many young women.

"Damn it, damn it, you really deserve to die, kid!" The middle-aged man spun around quickly, his face full of rage, glaring fiercely at Ye Fan as his voice grew heavier. "Kid, today I will make you wish you were dead. I will make you know the price of provoking me, Liu!"

"Oh! Is that so? What is the price?" Ye Fan asked nonchalantly, his voice light. "The price is—death!" the middle-aged man shouted.

Immediately after, the middle-aged man lifted his right foot, stepped back once, then stepped forward again, stomping heavily on the ground. His right hand was clenched into a fist, following the movement of his right foot, and he swung it violently towards Ye Fan's face.

Ye Fan remained completely composed, his face calm as he watched the fist flying towards him without a hint of fear. He stood right where he was, unmoving, not even making a motion to dodge.

The Speed of the fist was extremely fast, reaching before Ye Fan's eyes in an instant. Yet, Ye Fan's face was still full of smiles. He casually reached out with his right hand and, in a flash, grasped the incoming fist, blocking the fierce strike.

"With strength like this, you're like a three-year-old. Did you not eat? Or is your body just too weak?" Ye Fan grasped the fist, revealing a look of disdain, and sneered.

Subsequently, Ye Fan exerted a sudden force with his right hand, twisting it like a pretzel.

"Ahhh!" Sounds of painful screams erupted instantly from the middle-aged man's mouth.

Immediately after, Ye Fan delivered a fierce kick directly to his chest. The moment Ye Fan released his right hand, the fat middle-aged man flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Bang! A loud crash echoed again. The fat middle-aged man hit the ground, quickly clutching his chest and coughing.

"Damn it, kid, I will definitely kill you all today." The middle-aged man, disheveled and furious, still pointed at Ye Fan and yelled. At this moment, he was already blinded by hatred. Like a rabid dog, he would bite anyone without fear. Now his only goal was to kill Ye Fan and the others. Only then could he vent his deep hatred.

"You brat, you just wait." The fat middle-aged man quickly clutched his chest, scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, pointed at Ye Fan, and retreated repeatedly. It was unclear what he wanted to do, but he looked like he was about to run away.

The next moment, the man turned around and ran away quickly. However, the direction he ran in was somewhat peculiar. Instead of fleeing outside, he ran towards his kitchen. Ye Fan, seeing this, did not pursue but watched him flee into the kitchen quietly.

After arriving in his kitchen, the fat middle-aged man acted like a thief, quickly rummaging through the kitchen for something. A moment later, his eyes lit up as he pulled a kitchen knife from among the various utensils and gripped it tightly. Then, a wicked smile appeared in his eyes, and he kept muttering: "Heh! Watch how I mince you all into pieces. When the time comes, I will peel the skin off your bodies, piece by piece, Hahaha!"

While speaking, the middle-aged man slowly held the kitchen knife in front of his eyes and touched it. The knife was very clean, as if it hadn't been used many times, and it glinted with a sharp, cold light. On the surface of the blade, the middle-aged man's ferocious grin was slowly reflected.

"I'll let you show off, I'll let you make me look bad, hehe! Let's see how I peel your skin off."

At this moment, the middle-aged man holding the kitchen knife felt full of confidence. He believed he could definitely deal with that kid properly! Even if that kid was powerful, the middle-aged man didn't believe that with half the truth in his hand, he couldn't take the kid down. If he really couldn't take him down, he might as well wash his hair while doing a handstand today.

The middle-aged man, holding the kitchen knife, was brimming with confidence, with not a shred of fear or trepidation in his heart. Instead, a wicked smile appeared on his face as he gripped the knife, walked out of the kitchen, and headed towards the man who had made him suffer.

As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife! He didn't believe that Ye Fan wouldn't be afraid when seeing the knife in his hand. At this moment, he was already imagining Ye Fan kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

The middle-aged man moved with great Speed, aggressively arriving in front of Ye Fan.

The fat middle-aged man with the knife looked at Ye Fan, who was still standing there, revealed a sinister smile, licked his lips, and provoked him: "Kid, see this? What is this?"

While speaking, the fat middle-aged man shook the kitchen knife in his hand, his face full of triumph, as if telling Ye Fan: Kid, you're dead.

Ye Fan stood where he was, having never left, watching the man who was frantically provoking him. He smiled nonchalantly and spoke calmly: "Heh! It's just a broken kitchen knife, what's so amazing about that? It's not like I haven't seen one before, I have plenty at home. Do you want some? I can spare you a few."

"Kid, are you really stupid or just pretending? Or should I praise you for having so much courage? Hahaha!" The man laughed loudly after hearing Ye Fan's words and couldn't help but mock him.

Ye Fan, looking cynical and playful, laughed: "Courage? That goes without saying! I'm not a coward, so of course I have courage! Only cowards lack courage."

Ye Fan rubbed his chin, thought for two seconds, and continued: "Hmm! For example, a coward without courage like you, who could actually be scared into wetting yourself, sigh, how embarrassing!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man instantly felt that he had suffered a great humiliation.