The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1940

Thankfully, it was all over and everything was in the past.

Hardships, humiliation, and fear had terrorized him for endless days and nights.

The current Ye Fan was strong enough to confront every setback and tribulation.

He didn't care about being abandoned by the world nor did he care about going against it.

The Ye Fan who jumped into the Eastsea to commit suicide had already lost hope with the world.

There were only a few people left that still had a place in his heart.

The opinions of the others didn't concern him for he didn't care how those people viewed him.

He would continue to walk alone on the infinite barren plains awaiting him ahead.

Since he was already abandoned, he no longer had any fear or hesitation in declaring war on the whole world.

Noa and King Folo saw the water of the Grange River underneath Ye Fan's feet swirl violently as they flowed to converge under his palms.

In the end, there weren't any droplets left beneath Ye Fan's feet.

The river bed revealed itself, and marine creatures were wriggling and leaping while gasping for water.

The entire Grange River had stopped flowing.

The tens of thousands of tons of water were condensed to a hardness that rivaled metal.

With a swing of his arm, the gallons of river water were shot outwards like water cannons with him as the center.

Every drop of water was like a sharp knife.

Every object the water had shot on left a hole in them. Trees and plants had their branch or stem shot off, and insects and birds fell to their death from the high pressure of the water.

Ye Fan's attack was not scary because his power was too dispersed.

It wasn't a threat to Haibu and King Folo.

With a thrust of his palm, Haibu easily deflected the jet of water directed at him.

Glee swelled within him at his successful defense. He said to King Folo, “My king, I bet Chu Tianfan is scraping the bottom of the barrel for energy. His attack might seem great, but it was weak.

“I only used around two-thirds of my power to block his attack. His attacks had weakened tremendously. Why don't we use this chance to get rid of him once and for all?” Haibu suggested once he felt Ye Fan's attack was no longer a threat to him.

A crease formed between King Fob's brows at Haibu's confidence.

No! It can't be as simple as Haibu said. I agree the waterjet isn't a powerful attack. It's more of an attack that was almost harmless. If he converges all his power and launches a focus attack, Haibu and I will surely lose. But why would he use such kind of attack? The best offense against Haibu and I will be unleashing a focused attack with high lethality. Is he trying to show off his powers using such a grand but weak attack to deter us? Doesn't he think this method is too childish?

When King Folo was mulling over Ye Fan's intention, a palace worker was dashing toward him with a panicked expression from Folo Palace.

The worker dropped to his knees once he reached King Folo's side. “I have bad news, My King. I just received a communique that the third and fifth divisions encounter a devastating assault fifty miles away.

“The damage was rather severe. We have nearly a hundred thousand wounded and deaths. The general is requesting backup from the palace.”

What?

King Folo was shocked at the news.

Dread crossed Haibu's wrinkled face.

“What did you say? The two divisions were attacked? How is that possible? Where did the attack come from? Did someone invade India again?” King Folo yelled in disbelief.

King Folo came to a realization right after the words came out of his mouth.

His expression turned grave as he turned his head to look at Ye Fan.

“It was you, you bast*rd! Chu Tianfan! You're the one who killed them!” King Folo accused, with eyes red as blood.

Haibu, who stood on the side came to realization as well at King Folo's accusation.

It was the water jet attack earlier! His target wasn 't me and King Folo but the army divisions ten miles away.

Ye Fan's water attack was harmless to a Supreme grandmaster, but that wasn't the case for commoners.

Every drop of water was equivalent to a shot from a sniper rifle, and tens of thousands of drops had been fired earlier.

It was fatal for the incoming army divisions.