The Promised Reinforcements
As for Sun Tong’s wolf battalion, they stayed in the Drunken Immortal restaurant and a few inns.
When Qin Huai arrived home, he then looked at his personal panel.
Name: Qin Huai
[Life Span: 151]
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[Vitality]: 89.6
[Cultivation Methods]: [Long Breath technique (level 59, 2315/7000)], [Blood Heart technique (level 40, 221/5000)], [Rumbling Thunder skill (level 40, 39/5000)], [Four-directional Tiger-wolf technique (level 40, 686/5000)], [Breath Control technique (level 13, 875/1000) ], [Spirit Eye technique (level 10, 633/1000) ], [Mountain Splitting Blade Technique (level 2, 117/1000)], [Roaring Tiger Fist (level 2, 155/1000）
[Skills]: [Alchemy (advanced, 603/1600)], [Forging (advanced, 833/1600)], [Cooking (Intermediate, 59/400)]
[Forbidden Skill ]:[Rising Dragon, 6/6], [Raging Lightning]
[Stage: Level 5 Blood Refinement]
“My vitality has soared to almost 90…”
Out of the one thousand demons, seventy to eighty percent of the generals’ experience and vitality had been absorbed by Qin Huai.
From the original seventy-something points, it had increased by more than ten points. His current qi, blood, and soul were probably unparalleled in the entire Pingnan.
But of course, the unexpected joy was naturally the forbidden technique of the rumbling thunder, the raging lightning.
“Although this forbidden art of rumbling thunder can increase my killing power for a short period of time, the power of the thunderbolts will also cause damage to my body. It’s a double-edged sword,” Qin Huai mumbled.
However, he felt that it shouldn’t be a big problem because he had the blood heart technique. If the golden blood could repair the white dragon, then it naturally wouldn’t be a problem to repair the damaged physical body.
“Even if I were to fight the masters of the eight dojos, I would have an eighty to ninety percent chance of winning.”
With the forbidden techniques in his hands, he was already standing on an undefeatable ground.
In addition, his qi and blood had increased dramatically. It was also a situation where he was almost certain to win against the dojo masters.
In the midst of his thoughts, a feeling of dizziness swept through his brain.
He had not slept for two days and two nights after the battle. Now that he was back in the city, Qin Huai’s mind began to relax.
He yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
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“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”
Grandson Yao nudged Qin Huai from the side of the bed, causing him to wake up instantly.
“What’s wrong?” Qin Huai sat up.
“The city lord has returned and has summoned Master, you, Reihom, and the others…”
“I know. What time is it now?” Qin Huai glanced at the sky outside the window.
“It just so happens to be at seven,” Sun Ziyao replied.
Qin Huai immediately perked up. He had slept all the way until the next day.
He quickly put on his clothes and asked, “Are the reinforcements here?”
“I didn’t see them.”
“You didn’t see them?” Qin Huai’s heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
He quickly walked out of the courtyard. His master, Sun Yuanshan, was already waiting at the door.
“Master, do you have any news?” Qin Huai was slightly slower than Sun Yuanshan.
The two of them quickly rushed toward the city lord’s mansion.
“I made your eldest senior brother wait at the east gate for a whole night, but he didn’t see any reinforcements.” Sun Yuanshan didn’t look good either.
When the two of them arrived, they coincidentally bumped into the pair of master and disciple from the Thunderbolt Dojo.
However, at this moment, the four people who had deep grudges were not in the mood to bicker. Their faces were filled with worry.
In the lobby, Hu Guanpan sat on the master’s chair, the thick murderous aura around his body making the atmosphere in the entire hall particularly oppressive.
It was obvious that he had just returned from the battlefield.
A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue robe with black clouds and golden edges was sitting on the seat that used to belong to Bai Bashan of Thunderbolt Dojo.
It was the official robe of Great You.
“This is the military overseer from Lingjiang county, Cheng Li, Lord Cheng.” Hu Guanpan’s voice was cold.
A flash of displeasure appeared in Cheng Li’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a smile. “This one greets all the heroes who killed demons!”
Cheng Li smiled and cupped his fists at everyone.
However, everyone’s return was rather perfunctory, and they clearly only had one thing on their minds.
“My lord, where are the reinforcements? Shouldn’t they have arrived yesterday? Why aren’t they here yet?” Bao Ziyan was the first to lose his temper.
His dojo’s casualties were second only to the Crane Dojo. In addition, Tyrant Fist Dojo did not have many people to begin with. After the battle, there were only eighty-three people left.
Now that he found out that the promised reinforcements had not arrived, how could he not be angry? Could it be that the city lord made up the reinforcements to deceive them?
“Did I take three thousand armored soldiers to lie to you?” Hu Guanpan’s eyes narrowed and a cold light shot out.
He changed the topic and looked at Cheng Li. “I think Overseer Cheng should explain why the reinforcements are late.”
Cheng Li looked at this group of arrogant people and cursed them in his heart. ‘Country bumpkins.’
He then coughed lightly and said, “The scale of the wave of demons this time is beyond your expectations. Therefore, the gathering of the reinforcements is two days slower than expected.
“I can assure you that as long as we can hold on for three more days, there would be an army of ten thousand heading to Pingnan to suppress the demons.”
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Cheng Li’s voice was powerful.
“I wonder how Overseer Cheng can guarantee that?” Bai Bashan said slowly.
Cheng Li’s expression was indifferent. “This lord’s presence here is a guarantee. I can’t possibly not take my life seriously, right?”
The dojo masters looked at each other. “Then it’s a deal. We’ll hold on for three more days!”
“However, City Lord, the people in our dojos are no longer enough to fight them head-on. We still need the iron armored army to come to the great demon slayers banner.” Qing Yunhe’s face darkened.
“Of course. We’ll defend the city and rely on them to deal with the demons. We can just hold on for three more days.”