"Yuhao, you... how did you get in here?"
The White Tiger Duke looked at Huo Yuhao, who had suddenly appeared, and asked in surprise.
Huo Yuhao said flatly, "Just a Soul Skill that tricks the eye."
"Good, good... Yuhao, it's only been a little over a year, yet your cultivation has already reached such heights. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
The White Tiger Duke said with delighted surprise, "I never imagined you'd be representing Shrek Academy in the Soul Fighting Tournament. I'd been hoping to have a proper talk with you afterward. Let me..."
Before he could finish, Huo Yuhao interrupted him.
"Let's skip the reminiscing and get down to business." Huo Yuhao looked at him coldly. "You're a Marshal, with five hundred thousand troops from the Western Legion and a hundred thousand from the Central Legion at your command, and you can't even deal with fewer than three hundred bandits?"
The White Tiger Duke's smile faded. After a moment of silence, he said, "Yuhao, you don't understand. These bandits know the Mingdou Mountains extremely well. The mountains are full of caves, underground hollows, hills, and dense forests. It's truly difficult for our troops to find them."
Somewhat angry, Huo Yuhao raised his head and looked at the White Tiger Duke with puzzlement tinged with indifference, holding up three fingers.
"Three hundred people. Do you understand what three hundred people means? Some villages don't even have three hundred people. You think three hundred people can stay hidden?"
"The food, water, and supplies they consume every day alone amount to a substantial sum. How often would they have to raid to support all three hundred? And you're telling me you can't find them?"
As he spoke, the White Tiger Duke's brows drew tighter and tighter.
Huo Yuhao asked again, "How