When experts clashed, mindset was crucial.
Tang Xiaohao had finished all his boasting, his level was higher than Zhang Xuanfeng's, and his status was Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect. Add to that the way he had publicly butted heads with that idiot Zhao Ritian, and he had forced himself into an extremely precarious position...
If he won, that was only right. If he lost, he would be utterly humiliated.
And Zhang Xuanfeng's target from the very beginning had actually been Tang Xiaohao.
Ever since Zhang Xuanfeng had taken Sword Saint as his master and received his true teachings, there had been a pent-up drive inside him from head to toe. He wanted to make a name for himself.
How did one make a name for oneself? Cutting down a couple of persimmons and three cucumbers did not count. That would never let him become famous in a single stroke.
He had to find someone with roughly the same identity, status, and strength—preferably someone everyone believed was stronger than him. If he took that person down, his reputation would be made.
Tang Xiaohao was perfect!
After searching for ages, he realized Tang Xiaohao was the most suitable.
His status was enough, and his strength was also in the Gateless Realm, but he definitely was not as fierce as Jiang Xiaohu. On top of that, he had been bouncing around and drawing so much attention, earning everyone's eyes, and his character did not seem all that good either. There were probably plenty of people secretly hoping he would take a fall.
If he defeated him, even if only to disgust him, the others would have to praise me!
A breath of defiance sat in Zhang Xuanfeng's chest—a breath of resentment, humiliation, even inferiority that he had accumulated for many years.