Tang Tian said, somewhat speechless, "You just said the Golden Generation are Spirit Hall's future Titled Douluo, and asked what I'd do in the future after offending them. Then let me ask you, Bishop: what will they do in the future after offending me?"
"After all, my talent seems far greater than theirs, doesn't it? If they can become Titled Douluo, surely becoming a Super Douluo isn't too much to ask of me."
Salas froze.
He opened his mouth, only to find that he actually couldn't answer.
Indeed, what would the Golden Generation do in the future after offending Tang Tian?
Tang Tian stood up and looked down at him.
"I know what you're thinking."
"In your eyes, behind the Golden Generation stand Spirit Hall, Pope Bibi Dong, and the greatest power on the entire continent."
"Whereas I'm just a boy with a little talent, without a background or anyone backing me. So you want to curry favor with them. Even if they lose, you have to help them save face."
"Because as far as you're concerned, choosing sides has never been about who's strong, but about who has power behind them."
Salas's expression changed completely.
He had never expected this twelve-year-old boy to spell out his thoughts without missing a word.
And so bluntly, too!
Tang Tian gave him no chance to defend himself and continued:
"But there's one thing you're wrong about. The Golden Generation's influence comes from Spirit Hall, from Bibi Dong, from those Titled Douluo behind them."
"But my strength is something I earned myself."
"Spirit Hall can give them resources, connections, and status, but it can't give them true strength."
"And take a guess: is there anyone behind me?"
Fine beads of sweat seeped out on Salas's forehead.
He suddenly realized that he might have