Chapter 83: Tang San Feels Confident Again! The Oath of Utmost Confidence [3rd Update!]_1

"Awake?"

Tang Hao, who had been vigilantly standing by, rushed over and wrapped his strong arms around Tang San's shoulders, helping him up.

"Dad!"

Tang San looked around, a bitter taste filling his mouth.

The dilapidated cave was littered with rocks and debris everywhere.

The musty scent of dust assailed his nostrils, and the walls were covered with green moss; the grass mat beneath him transmitted a continuous chill.

When had he, Tang San, fallen to such a state? All this was thanks to that detestable man.

At the thought, his body involuntarily tensed with anger.

"Hiss!"

The freshly scabbed wound cracked open, oozing fresh red blood.

"Xiaosan, don't move around; you need to rest quietly now."

Tang San continued to clench his fists, grinding his teeth as he reminisced about the previous battle; he had never imagined he would be defeated, and so thoroughly at that, crushed completely.

He hated Luo Yu.

But that man's strength nearly drove him to despair.

The footwork, Martial Soul, and sword techniques seemed impeccable – indeed, too strong.

Tang San's eyes showed defeat, like a rooster that had lost a fight.

"Dad, am I really that useless?"

"Nonsense," Tang Hao rebuked sharply, "What kind of talk is that?"

"My son, Tang San, never gives in, fights against the heavens and the earth; how can you admit defeat?"

Tang San shook his head, "But he is really strong, and he has such a powerful figure backing him."

"Heh," Tang Hao scoffed coldly, "Son, now that things have come to this, I might as well lay it all out."

"Actually, I'm not some blacksmith, and you've seen my Cultivation Level; I'm actually the most powerful prodigy from one of Soul Land's upper three families, the Hao Tian Clan."

"Due to some special reasons, I ended up in this situation."

"Leaving that aside, I'm telling you this just to let you know that when it comes to background, you're second to none."

"How could that boy's background compare to yours?"

"Your great-grandfather was a powerhouse at the Ultimate Douluo level."

"You have the support of the world's number one Martial Soul clan, the Hao Tian Clan!"

"What does he have to compare with your background?"

"Is he even worthy?"

The light slowly returned to Tang San's dim eyes, and he hesitated, "But, that guy's Titled Douluo backer is also quite mysterious."

"Mysterious? Mysterious my ass," Tang Hao said scornfully, a disdainful smile on his face, "That little girl you know, I saw through her long ago, nothing more than a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast undergoing reincarnation."

"You can guess what her mother is, right?"

"That kid is supported by nothing more than a ferocious beast; what waves can he possibly stir up? If it weren't for the chronic disease in my body, I'd have smashed them all to death long ago."

"Soul beast? You're saying Xiaowu is a soul beast?" Tang San exclaimed in surprise.

Tang Hao nodded, "That's right, I always saw her hanging around with you and didn't bother interfering, but now that she's betrayed you, I might as well kill her to make a Soul Ring for you."

"Don't! Don't lay a hand on Xiaowu," Tang San's expression changed drastically as he spoke urgently, "She didn't betray me, she was only coerced by her mother, I believe she has me in her heart."

"Foolish boy, such a foolish boy," Tang Hao shook his head, "Can't you see that witch is deliberately keeping her distance from you? Let go of the sand that won't stay in your grasp."

"Dad, I forbid you to speak of Xiaowu that way; I believe her feelings for me are genuine!"

Tang San kept shaking his head.

"She's rejecting me only temporarily; I will find a way to win her back."

"You're being..." Tang Hao stopped mid-sentence, unable to bring himself to finish, and finally sighed and shook his head.

"Dad, can you help me?" Tang San pleaded.

"If you don't help me, I'll really have no chance at all!"

Tang Hao grasped Tang San's shoulders firmly with his large hands.

"Xiaosan, you need to buck up."

"Look at yourself now, what kind of spineless attitude is this! I ask you, what's there not to be confident about?"

"In terms of background, we're from the upper three families, that kid is backed by nothing more than a mere ferocious beast, what he can see is but a fraction of our wealth."

"In terms of talent, you have Twin Martial Souls with greater potential as time goes on."

"And that kid? Even if his single Martial Soul is strong, how can it compare to your Twin Martial Souls?"

"When the right time comes, your second Martial Soul, the Hao Tian Hammer, can get its first soul ring from a thousand-year or even ten-thousand-year beast. And that kid? His first soul ring will forever just be a hundred-year one."

"Tell me, what will he have to compete with you then?"

Tang San's spirits began to lift, and he felt that his wounds weren't even hurting anymore.

Tang Hao continued, "Also, do you think your Blue Silver Grass is a worthless Martial Soul?"

"When you've recovered from your injuries, I'll take you to unlock its true potential, and by then your appearance will become extraordinary, far surpassing the average. That kid is just average-looking, how can he compare to you?"

"Looks alone could kill him."

"By the time you reappear, that girl will definitely regret not choosing you and will fall at your feet in repentance."

Tang Hao's eyes showed disdain as he spoke in a low voice.

"Now do you understand? The one who should feel inferior is not you but him. He should be asking himself, what makes him worthy of comparing to you, is he even in your league?!"

Tang San was invigorated, as if he had received a powerful tonic; the defeatist expression swept from his face.

Sparks flew in his eyes, and infinite pride surged in his heart.

Starting up from near death, he actually got up to stand erect.

"Dad! I understand!!"

Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction, "That's my good son, that's the spirit."

"I will also pass down our family's ultimate techniques to you, and with the addition of our family's soul bones, who will be your opponent then?"

"Your goal should be the stars and the sea, to shatter the Martial Soul Hall."

Tang San was boiling with passion, his morale soaring, with endless self-confidence crossing his brow.

He looked fiercely and arrogantly at the distance, his tone cold and authoritative.

"Kid, you're just shining for now, but you will eventually wither. The day I return will be the day you kneel at my feet in submission."

"Heh, you definitely can't imagine that I'm also a wielder of Twin Martial Souls."

"Xiaowu, wait for me!"

Tang San seemed to see that day coming, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up.

Tang Hao patted his shoulder with a big hand and laughed loudly, "That's my son, Tang Hao! You should be this confident, otherwise, what's the point of cultivating the Hao Tian Hammer!"

"Tch!"

The wound torn by Luo Yu reopened, and burst instantly. His bravado didn't last three seconds before he collapsed back on the grass mat, his muscles twitching...

"Wait... you just wait!"

"A Qiu!"

Inside Shrek Academy, Luo Yu was encircled by girls like a moon surrounded by stars, with Xiaowu subtly drawing closer to him, her gaze full of affection.

Suddenly, he sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, he had a strange expression on his face.

"Isn't that Tang San, the loser, cursing me? Hasn't he had enough of a beating?"

"Tsk!"

"If he dares to come back..."

"I wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson in humility, to let him understand... what real despair is."