Champion King Bestows Four Words-Stand Tall and Upright!

"Everyone else covets it, but you do not? Greedy Wolf!"

Po Jun's expression turned cold, his gaze flashing like lightning as he peered toward the shore.

"Hehehe, it is indeed I, Greedy Wolf! And there is another person—you will never guess who it is."

A streak of sword light flashed through the forest.

The next moment, a figure was actually standing atop the sword, riding it down through the air.

Just before he landed, the sword shot behind his back with a whoosh, and he descended gracefully to the ground.

He was a young man in a red robe and black crown, with two comical black mustaches at the corners of his mouth.

Po Jun stared coldly at Greedy Wolf and said, "During the battle beneath Lin'an City, it was you and another person who lured me into acting. Besides you, Greedy Wolf, someone who could hide his identity and do something so sneaky... I truly cannot think of anyone else."

"Hmph! This is not sneaky; it is knowing how to adapt to the times. Po Jun, you are sometimes simply too arrogant and do not know how to adapt."

A cold snort came from above the waterfall, followed by a series of heavy clangs, like steel striking the ground.

A mighty, domineering figure clad in pitch-black steel armor appeared atop the waterfall, seeming to blot out half the evening light. Beneath his helmet was a hard, fierce face.

"Iron Gate! Iron God!"

Po Jun's expression tightened. He suddenly felt that the water in the pool was very cold, as though an icy chill were invading the meridians of his severely wounded body.

Greedy Wolf walked to the water's edge, crouched down, and chuckled. "Po Jun, your current state is very much one of knowing how to adapt. You should