Sorry, I'm a Man—Tang Hao Coughs Up Blood in Rage

Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with the desire to pursue this person once he defeated her.

If any woman could be worthy of me, it could only be the woman before me.

"Jiang Qingyu, if I win, how about you become my partner?"

Tang Hao's voice was not loud, but Guang Ling, a Titled Douluo, and Bibi Dong, a Soul Emperor, heard it perfectly clearly.

"Why does every man want to pursue Qingyu?"

Bibi Dong fumed, feeling as though every man and woman in the world was her enemy.

"That's just how little Qingyu is—beauty and strength all in one, with practically no flaws. If there is one flaw, it might be that he's a little hard to pursue?"

As Jiang Qingyu's number one admirer, he truly could not think of any shortcomings.

For Bibi Dong to successfully pursue him would be quite something indeed.

To be honest, he wanted to hold grandchildren too, but Bibi Dong had been completely useless.

"As expected of Hao'er."

Tang Chen was immensely satisfied upon hearing this. Only a woman like this was suitable for a genius like Hao'er. Even if he truly lost, it would not be shameful.

On the Soul Fighting Platform, Jiang Qingyu's face darkened, but he did not refuse. Instead, a mischievous thought arose in his mind. "Win against me first, then we can talk about the future!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth. "Fine, fine, fine. Cold enough. But I will definitely win, because the Clear Sky Hammer is the number one weapon spirit in the world."

"Sixth Soul Skill, Earthshaking Strike!"

The Clear Sky Hammer drew upon the power of the earth, and countless stone spikes burst from the ground. Combined with the final strike of Chaotic Wind, it smashed toward Jiang Qingyu. This was Tang Hao's strongest attack at the Soul Emperor stage; even ordinary Soul Sages would not dare take it head-on.

Even against a Soul Sage, he could still pull it off.

Therefore, he was certain to win this match.

Win the match, get a wife—there was no such benefit anywhere else.

"Third Soul Skill, Feather Blade Storm."

Jiang Qingyu flicked his wrist, and the Flame Phoenix Sword transformed into countless burning feathers that swept out like a storm. The stone spikes were instantly shredded into powder, while the hammer's afterimages were steadily neutralized by layers of feather blades.

As the blazing storm closed in, Tang Hao could only raise the Clear Sky Hammer before his chest and endure it head-on. His protective soul power shuddered continuously under the cutting force.

The next instant, the feather blades dispersed. Flame phoenix wings unfolded behind Jiang Qingyu as he hovered overhead and looked down at Tang Hao. His fifth soul skill, Phoenix Wing Soar, activated, greatly increasing his speed and agility.

"Don't even think about running!"

Tang Hao roared toward the sky. There was no way he would let Jiang Qingyu win this match. He had to win—only by winning could there be a future.

Risking burns to both hands, Tang Hao used Sky-Piercing Strike once more.

He gathered all his power at the hammer's tip and smashed at Jiang Qingyu with everything he had.

In that case, it was the perfect time to use the power of ice and fire.

Using the soul bones in his left and right arms as a medium, Jiang Qingyu's aura instantly became both icy and scorching.

Before everyone's eyes, the flames on the Flame Phoenix Sword turned into icy blue fire.

This ability to fuse the powers of ice and fire caught Tang Hao completely off guard. Yet he had no time to care about that. As long as he won this match, everything would be worth it.

"Iceflame Slash!"

With Bloodburn active, Jiang Qingyu unleashed his second attack. A sword aura that was half frost and half crimson flame screamed forth.

The sword aura tore through the air and struck Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer head-on.

The clash of ice and fire made Tang Hao feel unbearable agony.

"What kind of joke is this? How could anyone in this world possess both the powers of ice and fire?" Tang Hao was horrified. He tried to resist with his life on the line, but he simply could not withstand it. In an instant, he was sent flying.

Tang Hao hit the ground, and the iceflame sword aura tore through the air after him, piercing the ground behind him beside his ear. It left a deep mark of flame and frost.

"You lost."

Jiang Qingyu's tone was calm, and the soul power around him remained steady, as though he had merely stretched his limbs. From beginning to end, his seventh soul ring had not lit up even once.

The hand gripping Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer trembled uncontrollably. He was soaked in sweat, with barely enough strength left to lift the hammer. As he stared at the white-haired, red-eyed figure in the air, his proud expression froze completely. All that remained in his heart was helplessness. The strength he had always taken pride in, his ability to fight above his rank, was nothing but a joke before this opponent.

He had lost—and even lost his wife.

"Congratulations to Jiang Qingyu for winning this match!"

The woman in the cheongsam cried out.

The entire audience erupted into thunderous applause.

Jiang Qingyu descended to the ground, put away his martial soul and wings, and dusted himself off. Just as he was about to leave, Tang Hao called out to him again. "May I ask... can Tang pursue you?"

So he finally said it?

This was exactly what Jiang Qingyu had been waiting for. He looked at the excited Tang Hao. "You want to pursue me?"

Tang Hao nodded frantically. "That's right. You have astonishing talent, miss. I think I should have a chance!"

"Then I'm very sorry."

"What do you mean, miss?"

Tang Hao did not understand.

What did "sorry" mean? Could it be that he was not good enough, or had she already fallen for someone else?

"No, no, no. I think you may have misunderstood what I meant."

Jiang Qingyu's expression remained calm on the surface, but inwardly, he was already bursting with laughter.

"Because I'm a man!"

The moment those words fell, the entire venue went silent. Then came the audience's uproarious laughter.

"He's actually a man! Tang Hao is truly a clown now! He's disgraced the Clear Sky Sect completely."

"Good thing I held back and didn't fall for him first. But men seem fine too."

The audience's teasing and mocking voices poured into Tang Hao's ears from all directions.

Tang Hao's expression twisted. "Impossible! You're lying to me, aren't you?!"

Jiang Qingyu rolled his eyes at Tang Hao. "Get lost, get lost, get lost. Stop disgusting me. I'm a man, and I never said I was a woman."

Seeing Tang Hao on the verge of collapse put Jiang Qingyu in an excellent mood. He turned and walked off the Soul Fighting Platform.

Tang Hao stared at Jiang Qingyu's retreating figure and muttered to himself. His heart began to crumble, pain overwhelming him as his stomach churned.

In the end, Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out completely.

"My heavens, one of the famed Clear Sky Twin Stars actually coughed up blood and fainted."

"Is no one going to carry him down?"

The spectators below the stage discussed it endlessly. Tang Chen covered his forehead. "Sigh, Xiao'er, go carry Hao'er down. Your grandfather cannot afford this humiliation."

Tang Xiao accepted the order and went onto the stage to carry Tang Hao down.

Tang Chen's heart was filled with regret.

Wait?

What was he regretting?

That person was a man.

Tang Chen shook his head. For the first time, a junior had angered him into laughter.

That person seemed to have no faction. Why not recruit him into the Clear Sky Sect?

A genius like this was too rare to come by.

At most, the Clear Sky Sect only had two Titled Douluo—himself and Tang Wei. It was simply far too few.

They desperately needed gifted disciples to replenish their ranks and strengthen the sect.

Spirit Hall alone had seven great offerings, as well as the Elder Hall and countless Platinum Bishops. Their numbers far exceeded those of the Clear Sky Sect.

If Jiang Qingyu joined them, the Clear Sky Sect could rise another level and attract more sword-path geniuses into the sect.

It was truly a win-win situation. Besides, having Jiang Qingyu call him teacher would feel far better than having an ordinary male disciple do so.

"Go block him now!"