No Chance

Although Sigewinne wanted to help treat Tang Hao, she could still tell friend from foe.

In Meropide, she was an angel of redemption. She would not question the crimes any criminal had committed, no matter who they were.

But this was not Meropide, and she was not about to be so kind as to go out of her way to treat someone who might be an enemy.

Sigewinne was kindhearted, yes, but it was equally true that she would not save someone who should not be saved.

So, as Sigewinne saw it, no matter how pitiful Tang Hao was, it would be pointless.

Because even if she cured Tang Hao, what if Wriothesley beat him up again?

Tang Hao also wanted to test what Wriothesley was made of. If he truly could not beat him, then as a rank 95 Title Douluo, running away would not be much of a problem.

But Dugu Bo was here, and there was also Sigewinne, whose nature he could not determine and who had remained in a state of Martial Soul Possession the whole time. That made things a little tricky!

"Mr. Tang Hao, the way you're hesitating like this—are you unwilling to let it go?" Wriothesley loosened his tie as he spoke, rolling his neck and producing a series of cracking sounds.

Tang Hao, meanwhile, subconsciously looked toward his own wrists.

"Head Nurse, please keep an eye on the surroundings. If anyone who shouldn't be hurt gets hurt, I'll have to trouble you to treat them." Wriothesley flexed his right hand, the one without a Gauntlet on it.

"Okay." Hearing this, Sigewinne raised her "Toy Gun" and aimed it at Dugu Bo.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Sigewinne point the gun at him, Dugu Bo immediately grew wary.

But when Sigewinne pulled the trigger, what shot from the "Toy Gun" was not a bullet or any other kind of offensive material, but a huge water bubble.

The water bubble sprayed out from the muzzle, then expanded at an extremely fast speed. Before long, it had covered the area where Dugu Bo stood.

"What is this?" Dugu Bo looked at the water bubble surrounding him and asked Sigewinne in surprise, "What's going on here?"

"Well, I can't tell you that. In any case, as long as you stay inside, you won't be in any danger." Sigewinne smiled faintly.

"What can a water bubble like this even do?"

As he spoke, Dugu Bo tried to tear the water bubble apart with Soul Power.

But the instant Dugu Bo's Soul Power touched the water bubble, a force of suction abruptly appeared within it, tugging at Dugu Bo's body.

"Hm? What's going on?"

Dugu Bo was startled and immediately tried to escape, but the more he struggled, the tighter the water bubble held him.

"What the hell is this?"

Dugu Bo's Soul Power attacks landed on the water bubble like they were hitting cotton, having no effect at all.

"Fine. Looks like I really have to be a spectator."

Anyone with eyes could tell that Wriothesley intended to fight Tang Hao one-on-one.

Although Dugu Bo's strength was decent, if it came to a solo fight, he would probably be beaten flat in just a few exchanges.

Although Tang Hao was not exactly sure how strong he was now, judging from the current situation...

At the very least, he probably could not beat him in front of Wriothesley.

Otherwise, Wriothesley would not have had Dugu Bo leave the field.

"Uncle Jian, what do you think?" Seeing that Wriothesley really intended to fight one-on-one, Ning Fengzhi asked Chen Xin.

"Tang Hao is no match for him." As the publicly acknowledged foremost swordsman on Douluo Continent, Chen Xin naturally understood "momentum" far more thoroughly than ordinary people.

In his eyes, Wriothesley at this moment already faintly had a trace of invincibility about him.

Among everyone present, perhaps only someone at Chen Xin's level could contend with him in Aura.

Although Tang Hao possessed the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the world's number-one Tool Martial Soul, his mastery of momentum was at most something he had only just begun to grasp not long ago. He could not even compare to Chen Xin. Those Heaven Sky Nine Techniques and Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer were all inherited ultimate arts of the Clear Sky Sect; he himself had made no innovations whatsoever.

And Chen Xin?

To put it bluntly, on the path of the Seven Kill Sword, he had walked a road completely different from his father's.

"Doesn't that mean Tang Hao might be injured this time? Or... even lose his life?" Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised.

"That possibility can't be ruled out." Chen Xin nodded. "However..."

"However what?"

"However, I think Tang Hao won't give up too easily either." Chen Xin smiled.

"How so?" Ning Fengzhi asked curiously.

"In the face of absolute strength, it's almost impossible for Tang Hao to win. But if it's merely winning one or two moves, he seems to have the slimmest chance." Chen Xin voiced his guess. "It's just that trying to do that would be extremely difficult."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly understood.

This was probably what they called...

Burning one's boats!

Tang Hao?

Clear Sky Douluo?

A fierce man who could hammer the previous pope to death?

Just a small fry.

Wriothesley also knew that the so-called hammering the pope to death was Spirit Hall deliberately making Tang Hao take the blame to hide the truth.

But now that things had reached this point, Wriothesley naturally had no more scruples. It had been a long time since he had last made a move, so he might as well use this Mr. Tang Hao to test his hand.

As for whether Mr. Tang Hao could take it...

Heh.

That would depend on his own luck.

And at that moment, faced with Wriothesley's provocative gesture, Tang Hao chose silence instead.

"Duke, we had no grievances in the past and no enmity recently. How about we each take a step back?"

Although Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, he still subconsciously retreated a few steps.

He was reckless, but he was not stupid.

The other side was giving up a perfectly good two-on-one advantage to fight him one-on-one. Either there was something wrong with his head, or he had absolute confidence in his strength.

No matter which it was, Tang Hao knew he definitely could not win. Clearly, the other party belonged to the latter category, so naturally he would not go looking for trouble and throw his life away for no reason.

Unfortunately, the other party had no intention of letting it end there. There was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Is Mr. Tang Hao afraid?" Wriothesley was still smiling.

There was nothing inherently wrong with bullying the weak and fearing the strong. In this world where the weak were prey to the strong, the strong reigning supreme was the most basic law of survival.

When the strong killed the weak, if they wanted a reason, there could be many.

For example: I don't like the look of you!

And bullying the weak while fearing the strong?

Beat the young one, and the old one came?

Wasn't that the tradition of the Clear Sky Sect?

Their subordinate clan, the Strength Clan, was a typical representative of this "tradition."

And this Mr. Tang Hao's son was the same.

At level 60, I will bear my father's mistakes!

At level 90, what did my father do wrong?

After becoming a god, my father did nothing wrong. It was all your fault!

"Afraid? There has never been the word 'afraid' among the people of the Clear Sky Sect!" Tang Hao also gave a cold laugh.

Seeing this, the smile on Wriothesley's face slowly faded, replaced by an icy expression. "Very good. Mr. Tang Hao truly has courage. Then why don't we make a bet!"

"What do you want to bet?"

"Take one punch from me. If you don't die, everything is negotiable," Wriothesley stated his condition.