Seeing Tang San's forced composure and Xiao Wu's undisguised shock, Ma Hongjun smiled knowingly.
Though Ma Hongjun lacked confidence deep down, he knew perfectly well that he ranked among the more outstanding members of Douluo Continent's younger generation.
Ma Hongjun's situation was unusual.
In fact, Ma Hongjun knew exactly how talented he was.
The problem was that deep down, Ma Hongjun harbored an inferiority complex.
Most of the time, Ma Hongjun did not even realize it himself.
But that sense of inferiority was there all the same.
At least, Jiang Mingyang, Jiang Tian, and the others could see it clearly from the way Ma Hongjun spoke and acted.
Although Ma Hongjun was Jiang Mingyang's number-one follower, he had every right not to be cowed by other nobles.
Still, Jiang Mingyang could understand if Ma Hongjun seemed weak in front of the other nobles.
After all, iron had to be strong before it could withstand the hammer.
Ma Hongjun felt his birth was nothing special, so it was natural for him to seem weak.
But he seemed inferior when facing other noble youths, and that was another matter entirely.
As one of Douluo Continent's finest talents, Ma Hongjun could yield to the powerful, but he could not look down on himself.
Spend a little time with someone, and the difference between weakness and inferiority became plain.
That was why Jiang Mingyang had decided to take Ma Hongjun to see the talented noble youths at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Ma Hongjun had been born into an ordinary family and had always looked up to the powerful.
Like Tang San, Ma Hongjun had developed an almost unimaginable awe of the powerful because of Jiang Mingyang.
The difference was that Ma Hongjun knew full well he was a top-tier talent.
Why, then, did he