For ten consecutive days.
They had repelled five attacks from the Hundred Killers.
For a time, morale was greatly boosted.
...
"Brother Yang, is Grand General Xu doing well?"
The fighting had gradually subsided.
The pressure on Ma Bing and Yang Fangyu had lessened considerably.
Now, in every engagement, the Hundred Killers often had to sacrifice ten of their own to take a single life from Ningyuan City's defenders.
The casualty ratio was far too skewed.
The Hundred Kills Sect's recent attacks had weakened significantly. It wouldn't be long before they would likely recognize the difficulty and retreat.
"He's doing very well. I often see the Grand General sparring with someone on Shenfu Mountain."
"Sparring?"
Ma Bing's eyes widened.
Grand General Xu was now a Divinity Grandmaster. 'Is there anyone left in this world who can spar with him?'
As a veteran of the Northern Garrison Army, Ma Bing had his loyalties.
