The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1890

“H-How is this possible?

“How could Mr. Chu have lost? How could he?”

“Mr. Chu is number one in the Sky Ranking, and the most fearsome fighter there is in the world bar none. H-How could he have been defeated?”

On Heart Island at this moment, many were cheering on the Meng family and that black-clad fighter.

But one man's pleasure is another's pain.

Bound to the stone pillar, Lu Ziming was left devastated inside. The sight of Ye Fan being plunged under Westlake by a single strike from that black-clad elderly had doused those initial flickers of hope in his eyes like candles in a storm.

His shock and despair were beyond words!

Lu Ziming's distress was compounded by a myriad of emotions while he struggled to come to terms with this outcome.

He could scarcely believe how the man he revered like a god could have been defeated once more, just

like that.

“It's still hopeless, isn't it?”

Between the trembles on her red lips, the moribund Zhang Zixi could not help but somewhat lament, and tears, too, flowed from her eyes.

Though surprised at this outcome, she had nonetheless contemplated this possibility before, as no matter how formidable Ye Fan was, it was all in the past.

He was, at present, nothing more than one who had managed to cheat death by some stroke of good fortune.

Even though he had managed to preserve his own life through various means, his abilities must surely have been severely diminished as could be expected of someone who had previously been on the brink.

The reason why Zhang Zixi did not pin much hope on Ye Fan before was in consideration of the fact that the prowess of those mysterious fighters was not something that any pedestrian person would be able to contend with.

“|-l'm sorry, Mr. Chu... In the end, I still became a

burden to you...”

With her heart full of remorse, Zhang Zixi's tears fell like rain.

She felt that she had done Ye Fan a disservice and that her own family was responsible for his death. If not for a desire to save them, Ye Fan would not have to drag his own battered body into battle with these mysterious fighters and would not have been sent to the bottom of Westlake by that heavy slash from them.

But as Zhang Zixi and the others were wallowing in despair...

Boom!

A sudden loud explosion rocked the entire scenic zone of Westlake like an earthquake.

“W-What's going on?”

“What's happening here?”

“Is it an earthquake?”

This sudden and peculiar phenomenon naturally seized the attention of everyone present.

Those three black-clad fighters, especially, variously turned and cast their sights into the distance.

“Curses!”

“What's happening?”

“Could it be...”

Upon Westlake, the tightly furrowed Tres seemed to have noticed something amidst his own perturbation.

When he reflexively turned in the direction where he had condemned Ye Fan to the bottom of the lake, a most ominous premonition arose within him.

Boom!

Yet another deafening sound rang out amidst the bewilderment of the crowd.

The surface of Westlake had gashed open as though struck by lightning, and everyone watched as the previously settled waters started to churn once more, akin to having been brought to a boil.

Huge waves gushed from the depths of the lake and alongside those white foams, millions of tons of water were sent spiraling skyward.

From a distance, it resembled the ascent of a dragon.

Such was its awe that it had everyone breaking out in cold sweat!

“The Dragon King... It's the Dragon King! This time, it's for real!”

That tycoon in the crowd who saw the emergence of the water dragon before started to howl once more, with greater certainty than ever of himself.

“Like hell it is!” Chu Wenfei cussed before he consigned that fool to the space underneath the table with his boot. “The only thing these morons know is the Dragon King. How about the damned Madam White Snake, why don't you?”

Rendered speechless, Chu Wenfei nearly pissed himself.