The Man In Rage novel Chapter 898

"I...I haven't lost yet. I...I haven't lost."

A hoarse voice that sounded like stones being split apart came from the rubble.

Mo Wu-Ya staggered and stood up. His body was covered in blood.

There was also blood in his eyes, which gleamed with indignation and loathing.

He looked at Ye Fan maniacally as he roared resentfully.

Then he ran over and attacked Ye Fan once again.

"Go to hell!"

BAM!

The moment Mo Wu-Ya finished his sentence, Ye Fan kicked him.

Mo Wu-Ya was incapable of withstanding a single blow from Ye Fan when he was in his top condition, let alone in this state.

BAM!

Mo Wu-Ya was kicked right into the rubble again.

But Mo Wu-Ya refused to give up.

He gritted his teeth and climbed out again.

"I am the King of Fighters' descendant.

How can I lose? I will not lose. I...I will not lose!!" roared Mo Wu-Ya nonstop like a lunatic.

Even till now, he was incapable of accepting the defeat he suffered at Ye Fan's hands.

Mo Wu-Ya had always enjoyed a smooth and easy life since he was born. He had almost never encountered any setbacks.

His ego became even bigger after he became a grandmaster.

He always thought no one else could defeat him except the six pillars of the nation.

So Mo Wu-Ya didn't care about anyone else but the legendary generals.

However, he ended up losing to a nobody.

Also, it was a crushing defeat.

It felt as though the pride he had all these years were blown to smithereens.

Mo Wu-Ya felt so completely defeated that he lost control of his emotions.

But Ye Fan had no pity for him at all.

He simply looked at Mo Wu-Ya indifferently.

Mo Wu-Ya was covered in blood. He suddenly staggered and walked over again in an attempt to attack Ye Fan once more.

Ye Fan shook his head at the sight of this.

"We only gain the power to create heaven after suffering in hell. You are the King of Fighters' son for crying out loud. Yet you don't even have the courage to face your failure. How can you be the leader of War God Castle and the Chinese martial arts circle? If this is all the determination you have, then your career as a martial artist is doomed!" Ye Fan suddenly shouted.

Air currents exploded and made the dust swirl in the air.

Then Ye Fan's angry words echoed nonstop in the atmosphere.

"You ought to have died for insulting me. However, I can spare your life today on account that we are both Chinese. Although you escaped death, you will definitely get punished. I will break all your limbs today, so you will remember for life that I, Chu Tian-Fan, will not suffer any insults!"

BAM!

At the drop of his voice, Ye Fan kicked Mo Wu-Ya twice on his knees.

"AHHH!" screamed Mo Wu-Ya in agony. Both his legs were completely broken as blood dripped from them while he knelt on the ground powerlessly.

Ye Fan beat the crown prince of the Chinese martial arts circle and the King of

Fighters' son so hard that he was crippled.

But who else could Mo Wu-Ya blame?