We're Certain to Win

"What did you say? Say that again?!" Chen Xin Jie's eyes widened in disbelief. He could barely believe what he had just heard.

"I said that the latest news just arrived from North City. Luo Ze has come. The foremost figure renowned across the Spirit Pagoda, Shrek, and the Tang Sect—the youngest Titled Douluo and Quasi-God in the history of Douluo Continent, Luo Ze—has really come."

To be honest, if the news had not come through North City's official system, Yu Guan Zhi would not have dared believe what he was seeing and hearing.

After all, that kid Luo Ze was regarded by all three sides as their ultimate trump card. It was already good enough that they had not forcibly dragged him here.

Who would have thought that kid would come in person?

"Where is he now?" Chen Xin Jie hurriedly asked.

"He's already on the way. That kid still couldn't stop worrying about those two friends of his. If he didn't come personally, he probably wouldn't have been able to put his mind at ease." Yu Guan Zhi let out a sigh of relief.

With this greatest trump card here, the crisis in South City—and even the crisis along the entire border—could be safely resolved.

South City. Seeing that the density of the Mist before him far exceeded what the recorder had documented, Tang Wulin felt speechless for the first time in his life.

"Really, sometimes you can't put too much faith in what those instruments show. Your own eyes are more reliable." He sighed helplessly.

If all of this surrounded them, South City's lord alone probably would not be able to handle it.

"We'll face the difficulty head-on. After all, we already accepted the mission. If we suddenly turn back now, wouldn't we become a laughingstock?"