After awakening, Tang Hao looked as though he had fallen into depression. He sat on the ground, his eyes visible through the mask's slits dull and lifeless, as if he were questioning his entire life because his strength was inferior to that of a twelve-year-old child.
Or perhaps he simply could not calm himself after the Mind-Sense Qi Field Zhou Qing had unleashed earlier?
In any case.
Tang Hao had completely lost his will to fight.
Granted, he still firmly believed that Zhou Qing, lacking a decisive and ruthless heart, was unqualified. But since he could do nothing to Zhou Qing, what else could he do?
Tang Hao believed he still had other trump cards in reserve: the Nine Clear Sky Absolutes and Ring Detonation. But had Zhou Qing truly used every means at his disposal?
No.
Tang Hao knew that perfectly well, but the pride instilled in him by the Clear Sky Sect made him unwilling to admit it.
The Clear Sky Sect was inferior to no one!
That was Tang Hao's stubbornness.
"Now, let's discuss your identity." Zhou Qing's calm words interrupted Tang Hao's thoughts. "Your Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, so you must be from the Clear Sky Sect..."
"I..."
Tang Hao sighed and was about to explain—
—but Zhou Qing continued on his own, "...The Clear Sky Sect's two most famous Titled Douluo are Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.
Tang Hao has already vanished without a trace.
So you're Tang Xiao, right?"
Tang Hao: "..."
I became my own big brother?
No!
Staring at Zhou Qing's faintly amused smile, then recalling that Zhou Qing, Tang San, and the others had represented Nuoding Academy in the previous Continental Elite Tournament, Tang Hao realized that even if he truly was simple-minded and brawny, Zhou Qing must