Long Wanying understood Li Wushuang far too well. Her desire to fight and dominate was far too overwhelming, and loss wasn't a word in her dictionary. There were only short-term setbacks, no such thing as a permanent loss, and she would stop at nothing to overcome those setbacks to the point that she wouldn't even let Li Haochen take a loss with grace. It wasn't that much of a surprise, considering that she had no son of her own.

"Aunt Ying, don't worry. Li Wushuang and Li Haochen will be losing again this time around," Tianming said. Defeating him wasn't just a simple matter of breaking through one time. Li Haochen wasn't the only one making progress, after all. Putting Tianming aside, even Xiaoxiao and Lingfeng never stopped improving. Yu Ziqian, however, was an exception that had his high and low moments.

"Are you sure?" Long Wanying asked.

"Of course. Last time I only had a seventy percent chance of winning, but this time it's almost certain."

"Arrogance...