Li Huai Sheng, Xu Shenzhi, Yan Ming, and Chen Sheng's other trusted confidants were so excited their faces flushed red, sharing in the glory.
Looking at Zhan Fusheng's miserable state, Xu Shenzhi couldn't help but touch his own chest. He recalled the terror of being utterly dominated by Chen Sheng in the past. While the memory still sent a shiver down his spine, it only strengthened his resolve to follow him.
"You have lost."
Chen Sheng's cold voice broke the silence. He stood his ground, not even glancing at Zhan Fusheng lying in the crater, as if merely stating the simplest of facts.
"I... I have not lost yet!"
A roar like that of a wounded beast echoed from the crater. This crushing defeat, suffered before all eyes, had made Zhan Fusheng completely lose his reason. An overwhelming sense of humiliation consumed him.
