Mr. Long (4,000 words; please vote)

Iron Wire Society.

Seeing Wang Wu still wanted to go and settle the score, Fatso shook his head. "Forget it! What's the point? Could a Three-Leaf Green Sprout really beat him? Sanquan is at the Two-Leaf level, but his comprehension is good, and he has Three-Leaf strength."

Wang Wu's brows drew tight. "So we just leave it at that? We could send a Four-Leaf Green Sprout, but he'd never accept. We can't force a fight with someone beneath us, either. That brat knew we couldn't do anything to him. That's why he went so hard on Sanquan!"

That little bastard was rotten to the core!

Hong Sanquan said, "Senior brothers, I'll soon be a Three-Leaf Green Sprout, and I'm about to reach Great Mastery in Iron Wire Style's advanced Combat Method and Movement Technique! My strength will transform. Below Four-Leaf, I'll be practically unbeatable! Even with Hard Qigong, I can still run him into the ground! In a month, once the next Placement Exam is over and the Azure Rankings are set, I'll see just how strong Li Xiuwen really is. As long as he doesn't become a Three-Leaf Green Sprout, I'll have the upper hand from the start!"

His words rang with iron certainty!

Humiliation was the best stimulant!

He would turn shame into courage.

Next month, he would settle the score!

Dragon-Tiger Pavilion.

It was called a pavilion, but it was actually an underground chamber.

The walls were lined with thick granite slabs carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Two elders stood guard there.

One man and one woman, both heavy with the air of approaching twilight.

Elder Dragon and Phoenix.

In their younger days, they and Mr. Ming had been sworn siblings, and their standing was lofty. Their strength was unfathomable. What was more, they radiated Killing