Wen Qisheng's heart could barely take it. He was having trouble adapting to Chu Han's style of dropping bombshells out of nowhere, so he could only pat Duan Jiangwei, who was standing beside him, on the shoulder. "You young people have more in common. You ask."
Duan Jiangwei had been holding in a bellyful of questions for ages. He immediately stopped being polite, his eyes shining as he asked directly, "All the Abominations in the city center were wiped out?"
"Mm, that's right." Chu Han nodded and casually wiped the dust off the Asura Battle Axe.
The crowd erupted into an uproar, everyone sinking into immense shock.
"Wolf Fang Regiment's battle record was... zero deaths?" Duan Jiangwei swallowed and asked again.
"Mm, that's right." Chu Han gave the same three words, while wondering whether he should make a cover for the giant axe. After all, it was his first main weapon.
Whoosh—
The uproar grew even louder. Quite a few people could no longer bear such staggering figures and looked ready to faint from shock.
After Chu Han finished speaking, the several generals were flushed red with excitement. Duan Jiangwei quickly continued, "What was the number and strength distribution of the Abominations?"
If there had only been a few hundred Tier 1 Abominations, then Wolf Fang Regiment setting out in such grand force and returning after one night with those results would have been perfectly normal.
Chu Han replied somewhat absentmindedly, "Eighteen hundred Abominations. Ten Tier 7s, a little over a hundred Tier 6s, Tier 5s... I forgot."
The moment those words left his mouth, they once again caused a tremendous uproar among the crowd.
"Ten Tier 7s?!"
"There were more than a hundred Tier 6s?"
"Damn, that's terrifying!"
"That was practically a force made entirely of top-tier fighters!"
"Obviously.