Long Wanying understood Li Wushuang all too well.
Li Wushuang's fighting spirit and her desire for control were both unparalleled under heaven.
In her dictionary, there had never been failure. Even if she suffered a temporary defeat, she would remain unyielding through countless setbacks until others fell completely to their knees before her.
Perhaps she had poured the same hopes into Li Haochen and likewise refused to allow him to fail.
After all, she had no children.
"Aunt Ying, don't worry. This time, she and Li Haochen will still have to lose," Li Tianming said calmly.
He had broken through one level and thought he could overturn Li Tianming? Was it really that easy?
In this world, who wasn't improving?
Not to mention Li Tianming—even Ye Lingfeng and Lin Xiaoxiao had never stopped progressing.
Only Yu Ziqian was riding a roller coaster, going up one moment and down the next.
"Are you sure?" Long Wanying asked.
"Of course. If I had a seventy-percent chance of winning last time, then this time, it's one hundred percent," Li Tianming said.
A full ten out of ten meant one hundred percent.
"Young man, you mustn't be arrogant and complacent. You'll suffer for underestimating your enemy," Long Wanying gently reminded him.
"That won't happen. Mainly because I already saw Li Haochen's ultimate methods last time. Ever since then, every moment of his life has been under my surveillance. To put it exaggeratedly, I even know how many hairs he has on his head. To me, he's already a man with no secrets," Li Tianming said.
That was the truly terrifying part.
Li Tianming did not know what Li Haochen had been like in the first half of his life. He only needed to remember that in their last battle, Li Haochen had used every