Master Renounces His Pride

Silence hung over the plaza in front of the Iron Wire Society headquarters.

Figures stood silently.

One man came to challenge the stronghold!

One man swept the board!

"Hand over the money." Li Xiuwen looked toward the two raccoon cats.

Wang Wu stood up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Fatso still wore a smiling expression, his tone calm. "Wang Daorong, give him the money! Wang Wu, sit down. A loss is a loss!"

Wang Wu stared at Li Xiuwen without a word.

He told himself.

He could not kill Li Xiuwen; he had to let Sanquan kill him.

He had to endure!

Wang Daorong retrieved one hundred tongbao and walked up to Li Xiuwen with a placid expression. He extended a broad palm, gently pressing it onto Li Xiuwen's shoulder, and spoke in an indifferent tone. "Little Blade Wen, you've got guts."

This number one on the Azure Rankings actually acknowledged Li Xiuwen.

This was somewhat difficult for the disciples of the Iron Wire Society to accept.

Yet everyone could also understand.

Wang Daorong was a thorough and utter martial arts maniac. Ordinarily within the Iron Wire Society, he frequently looked down upon his own brothers.

Toward enemies, he often felt a mutual appreciation of talent.

As long as someone caught his eye, he was never stingy with his praise.

Li Xiuwen brushed Wang Daorong's hand aside, narrowed his eyes, and smiled. "To be praised by a nine-time champion big shot makes me feel quite comfortable."

Wang Daorong shifted the topic, shaking his head with a sigh. "Pity, by the end of this year my foundation will be sufficient, and I can undergo gate initiation for the golden network. I am going to Tiger Hall to learn from heroes of all stripes. With your physique, you will likely have