"Damn it! I really am useless..." Tang San sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. After another exchange with Zhao Zilong, let alone fighting him, he could not even strike back. Their levels were clearly not that far apart, so why was there such a despairing gap between them?
Tang San was confident that even against a Soul Saint or a Soul Douluo, he could still fight them with his own strength. But Zhao Zilong seemed to be his natural nemesis. His Blue Silver Grass was completely countered by Zhao Zilong's Blue Silver Emperor, while his Clear Sky Hammer could not defeat Zhao Zilong's Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear. He was no match at all.
Just then, the door was pushed open and Tang Hao walked in. Tang San looked at him with dejection in his eyes. "Dad..."
"Xiao San, pack up. We're leaving tomorrow," Tang Hao said calmly.
"Leaving? Going where?"
"To train," Tang Hao replied flatly.
Hearing that, Tang San felt even more bitter. His face was filled with painful grief, and his voice seemed on the verge of tears. "No, Dad. I really can't beat him. I've trained so hard over these past five years, but my Blue Silver Grass is completely useless against him. Even my Clear Sky Hammer is restrained by the soul skills used through Zhao Zilong's spear. He's like my nemesis. And not only that, I even lost Xiao Wu..."
When Tang San had returned to Heaven Dou City and faced his former companions, he had been brimming with confidence, because his level far surpassed theirs. Yet when he faced Zhao Zilong, it was as if his own radiance had instantly dimmed.
Tang Hao immediately cursed, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't you want to save Xiao Wu