The Man In Rage novel Chapter 152

Outside, a strong wind was blowing. And hordes of vehicles continued to flow incessantly through the road.

Inside the Mount Tai Hall, Ye Fan was standing on the stone platform with a domineering and unyielding expression on his face. His hands were clasped behind his back and, just then, he looked as if he was the conqueror of the world.

Standing in front of Ye Fan was Wu He-Rong. The latter's body was bloodied and his life was ebbing away fast. Gradually, his eyes started to lose their luster. And finally, he collapsed onto the ground with a loud crash.

At the moment before he died, Wu He-Rong was filled with resentment and regret.

He had not imagined that he would meet his end at the hands of a young brat like Ye Fan.

In the end, a lifetime of accumulation had vanished just like that.

If Wu He-Rong had known that Ye Fan would be so powerful, he would never, under any circumstances, have accepted the job from the Chus. Unfortunately, in this world, there was no cure for regrets.

His fate had already been decided the moment he stepped into Jiangdong.

Boom~

Wu He-Rong's nearly four-hundred-pound body crashed onto the ground with a loud bang that reverberated through the air.

The Blood Wolf King, a person of fierce ambition, had died within this very hall. His life had been ended with a single stroke from Ye Fan.

It was just like what Ye Fan had said before. Wu He-Rong would slumber forever at the foot of Mount Tai.

After Wu He-Rong had fallen, Ye Fan stepped forward and kicked the body. And the blood rained through the air as the bloodied corpse flew overhead like a kicked puppy. Finally, as the spectators looked on in shock, it landed in front of Zhao Wu-Ji with a loud bang.

Bang-

The corpse hit the ground with such force that it bounced several times before finally rolling to his feet. When it stopped moving, Zhao Wu-Ji had already been drenched with blood.

"This... this..."

When he saw the wretched and lifeless corpse at his feet, Zhao Wu-Ji was frightened out of his wits. Finally, he lost all strength in his legs and collapsed onto the ground.

Before this, he had thought Ye Fan was just an inexperienced brat. In his opinion, Chen Ao had made a joke out of the whole thing by letting Ye Fan fight in the match.

However, unexpectedly, the hitherto despised young man had cut through the air and ended Wu He-Rong's life in one stroke; thereby shocking the whole of Jiangdong with his illustrious and aweinspiring feat.

At this moment, the whole place was quiet.

The shocking scene caused the spectators to suck in their breaths. Now, they were all sitting in their seats with their mouths agape.

What had just happened before their eyes was beyond their expectation!

Li Xiao-Hong had long gone into a daze. Just then, she was staring blankly at Ye Fan, as he stood on top of the platform receiving the adulation of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Liu Jia-Wei's eyes were opened wide with shock. He had been completely struck dumb when he saw Ye Fan killing Wu He-Rong in one blow. Only then had he realized what kind of person he had provoked.

Wang Yu also had a look of disbelief on his face. He sat rooted to his seat and, even though his mouth was open, he could not get a single word out.

The entire hall was deathly quiet; so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The sound of mocking laughter had already vanished and there was no trace left of the disdain that had been displayed by the crowd.

Ye Fan had slapped everyone in the face with the naked truth.

At this moment, everyone was keeping their mouths shut. They no longer dared to insult Ye Fan.

Within the enormous hall, only Chen Nan's happy laughter could be heard. "I knew it! My Fan is the best!”

Chen Nan smiled demurely. On her pretty face, her mouth was curved into the shape of a crescent moon. From a distance away, she looked at the man who was the center of attention while a bright and ambiguous light sparkled in her eyes.

Ye Fan continued to stand on the platform with his hands clasped behind his back.

His eyes were filled with authority and his lips were curved into a cold smile. As his deep gaze swept around the area, he looked like a king surveying his domain.

In front of him were the shocked faces of nearly ten thousand spectators and, behind him, Mount Tai stood towering into the billowing clouds.

Under the heavens, Ye Fan turned to face the crowd and took a step forward. A moment later, his authoritative words reverberated through the air and resonated with everyone who heard him.

"A spark sets the prairie aflame and shakes the world! The Chu dragon sighs and speaks my name! Tian-Fan!"

"From today onward, I am the master of Jiangdong."

"Is there anyone here who objects?"

Boom~

A gale sprung up in the hall. Ye Fan's words exploded like thunder and their boundless majesty swept through the whole area.