A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
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.

"I-I'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.

“Mr. Chu! It's Mr. Chu!”

"Mr. Chu isn't through yet!"

"Haha. I just knew that Mr. Chu could not have been taken out that easily!"

Upon spotting that slender silhouette above the whitish glow that shimmered through the thick of the mist, Zhang Zixi and Lu Ziming squealed in delight like a pair of drowning people that caught onto that last life-saving tuft of reed. Perhaps their voices were not loud enough, or perhaps no one there could hear their shouts, but the state of agitation they were in from catching a glimpse of hope in the face of utter despair once more, was indescribable.

"T-This... How could this be! It's impossible! Everything I've put behind that could have leveled even a small mountain. So how could he have managed to survive that?"

When Ye Fan's silhouette made a reappearance, the sneering Tres was indeed scared shitless.

A pair of old eyes became engorged from staring in sheer disbelief at that figure who shot back out from within the Westlake and into the sky.

Seeing how his strongest attack was unable to harm Ye Fan in the least had him in utter denial, and the disconnect between his projections and reality itself was so pronounced that it ripped right through that black-clad man's pridefulness.

He began to panic, and all the will he had to fight instantly evaporated.

The only impulse he had in his mind at this moment, was to take flight!

Seeing how his opponent was impervious to even his strongest attack, there was to be no alternative.

Under these circumstances, it was meaningless to persist in this fight because to continue would only lead to certain death.

Like dashing an egg against a rock, the rock would come away unscathed while the egg would be expectedly smashed to bits.

Certainly, he was not the only one who had noticed how the tide had turned.

On the shore, his other two companions were gesticulating anxiously, for they too had also realized the gulf between him and Ye Fan. "Hurry up and get out of there, Tres!"

"Run, Tres, run!"

Was there to be any chance of escape for him?

Boom!

The heavens and earth continued to reel while the reemerged Ye Fan stood tall, suspended in the air with his dragon mask and flowing robes.

The water in the lake beneath him meandered like a slithering dragon before it swiftly turned to ice, then just as rapidly shattered to pieces.

Yes!

In the presence of Ye Fan's might, the length of the frozen Westlake was splintered into a million shards of ice.

Finally, upon the peak of Westlake, everyone witnessed the man stretch his arms out wide as though to embrace the entire world.

In the next second, the man's shout of "to me" echoed the judgment of the divine upon the mortal realm.

Those million shards of ice then seemingly came to life, rising into the air and enveloping the skies.

From a distance, the atmosphere behind the man seemed to have been transformed into a sea of blades, as densely packed as the stars. Reflecting the rays of the sun, they became so blinding that those people present refrained from gazing directly upon Ye Fan's splendor. That glorious sight before them left the people present utterly transfixed.

Zhang Zixi was astounded, as was Lu Ziming. It was no different with Chu Wenfei who also stood hypnotized.

In that very instant, they felt that the figure levitating in mid-air was no mortal, but a god!

Just like that, everyone watched as that godlike figure raised his arm up and swiftly brought it back down.

Behind him, those millions of icicle blades were guided with pace and infinite menace toward the fleeing Tres. "Stop, you bastard!"

"How dare you mess with Tres!"

On the shore, the eyes of the remaining two blackclad men were already reddened as they barked and cussed, and then rushed forth with reckless abandon. "Tres, Duo! With me!" "Prismatic Eclipse!"

Perhaps it was the looming threat of death that prompted the trio to go all out this time.

With their palms pressed up against one another's, their auras fused in a way that seemed to have the three of them simultaneously merge into one unified entity.

Following that, the trio transformed themselves into a harrowing lance capable of splitting heaven and earth in this one final showdown against Ye Fan's river of blades.

The battle for the ages that the masses envisioned did not take place, for the trio did not manage to wade beyond a mere meter into that tsunami of swords before they were overwhelmed by it. All their defenses were penetrated by the million shards of icicles that tore into them like a knife through butter.

In full witness of all present, that previously insufferable trio was shot into like a sieve and diced into a million shreds by those blades of ice that

swallowed up the skies.