Yu Tianheng lay on the ground, staring blankly at the dome lights above the Soul Arena, as though his soul had been drained from him.
He had lost.
He had actually lost.
He had lost to a girl who looked even younger than him, to an opponent whose level was lower than his.
He was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's genius, the successor in whom the clan had placed high hopes, the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team.
Since childhood, he had grown up under the admiring gazes of his peers and had never tasted defeat.
But now, he had lost.
He had lost utterly, without the slightest ability to fight back.
He had failed to uphold the glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
In the stands, Yu Xiaogang watched the scene with clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
His hands gripped the railing tightly, his chest heaving violently as he breathed heavily like a trapped beast.
Trash! They were all trash!
He cursed endlessly in his heart, yet did not dare say it aloud.
A genius of the mighty Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could not even handle a mere Zhu Zhuqing!
What genius? What future Titled Douluo? Bullshit!
They were all mediocrities!
A flicker of grim satisfaction flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
They were both dazzling members of their clans in their youth.
The more talented Yu Tianheng was, the more it highlighted Yu Xiaogang's incompetence back then.
Whenever he saw this nephew, he thought of his useless constitution, forever stuck at rank twenty-nine; of being called the disgrace of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; of those years of mockery and contempt.
He hated it!
He hated the unfairness of this world, hated fate's ruthlessness, and hated those people blessed with Gifted Talent even more.