At that moment, Dashi Rahman Khan also arrived beside Muhammad Vasquez.
The two stood there, vigilance in their eyes.
"I never expected this village to have a Titled Douluo!" He looked at Chen Zixiu, a cold, sinister gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Your plan went wrong," Muhammad Vasquez said coldly, helplessness and disappointment showing in his eyes.
Dashi Rahman Khan frowned. "We must find a way to deal with this powerful Titled Douluo. Otherwise, the longer this drags on, the worse it will be for us."
Dashi Rahman Khan's voice was equally cold and sinister. Clearly, the sudden appearance of such a powerful enemy had unsettled him.
Muhammad Vasquez nodded. "We must attack and test him. Strick is still inside, too. Have him join us. With the strength of all three of us combined, we should be able to put up a fight." As he spoke, he let out a shrill whistle.
The sound echoed through the night sky, clear and lingering, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, impossible to ignore.
This was the emergency assembly signal they had agreed upon with Strick. Upon hearing it, Strick would emerge from the shadows and join the battle.
Günter Strick, who was fighting Zhu Hongzhen, heard it, and his focused gaze shifted slightly. "Damn it, I've got a tough opponent here myself, and they still want me to help fight that monstrous Titled Douluo."
He had not been far from Chen Zixiu's ninth Soul Skill earlier, so of course he had seen it. He had never witnessed a Soul Skill of such power in his life.
Despite his grumbling, Günter Strick still understood the bigger picture. After trading a blow with Zhu Hongzhen, he turned and ran toward the Southeast Gate.
"Trying to leave? Not a chance!" Anger flashed