Tang San had once believed he was uniquely blessed, the only one of his kind.
With the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons and the Tang Sect's martial arts, he would one day reach the pinnacle of the Douluo world and look down upon all rivals.
Martial arts manuals were transcendent existences on the Douluo Continent!
Yet today, that dream had shattered.
Someone had told him that quite a few others possessed martial arts manuals. How could he possibly accept that so easily?
What advantage did he have left?
Besides, the Tang Sect's martial arts and the like had not been the best in the martial world of his previous life.
Tang San had little confidence in fighting others who also possessed martial arts manuals.
"Wait."
Tang San suddenly remembered something and thought to himself:
When Dad and I first entered Spirit City, people from Spirit Hall were recruiting skilled blacksmiths at the gates, offering generous pay. They were also buying up rare metals... Now it looks like that wasn't a coincidence.
The only possibility is that someone in Spirit Hall has mastered the Tang Sect's martial arts and hidden weapons. They might even...
The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became.
Another idea took root in Tang San's mind, then grew out of control.
It's even possible that a Tang Sect disciple from my original world transmigrated here too. After all, if I could jump off a cliff and transmigrate, why couldn't someone else?
The more Tang San thought about it, the more likely it seemed. But who could that person-or those people-be?
A disciple?
An elder?
Whether he knew them or not, all of it remained unknown.
And the unknown was the most frightening thing of all.
"Haha, so that's how it works..."
Just then, Tang Hao