The Medicine King Three-Demon Body

In the office.

Heavenly-Liang Old Man stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood. "I've thought about it, but we only have three Tiger Elephant fighters. There's little point in starting the Deer-Chasing War ourselves."

Lion-Head Buddha said, "We can't bring in outside help for the Deer-Chasing War. The Branch Headquarters will send inspectors to watch. The two gangs have to fight it out with their own strength. Even if we take advantage of Dao Youming's seclusion and have the edge among Straw Sandals, nothing will change unless we beat Thunder God Lo, Purple Lightning Hand, and Little Fenglian into submission."

Hesheng Tu and Thunder God Shed had fought openly and schemed against each other for years, each winning some and losing some.

It came down to this: each side had exactly three Red Poles.

And those three Red Poles were evenly matched.

To break the deadlock and swallow the other side, one gang needed an advantage decisive enough to tip the scales: a fourth Tiger Elephant fighter.

Four against three would probably win.

That was what both Thunder God Shed and Hesheng Tu were thinking.

But for Halls like theirs, producing a Tiger Elephant fighter was no easy feat.

The bosses on both sides had waited and waited, hoping Dao Youming and Twelfth Madam would reach Tiger Elephant. It had practically become an arms race.

"A Wen's taken plenty of Great Medicines lately. His Qi and Blood should be close to Flood Dragon Muscle Pinnacle, but unfortunately, there still isn't enough time," Lion-Head Buddha sighed.

"I'm not counting on A Wen. It's enough if he helps us hold the line against everyone below Tiger Elephant. His Martial Constitution is poor, but he's still young. If he spends a few more years building his foundation, with his luck, he