(I changed the title a little, because I'm getting ready to go off the rails. I originally wanted to keep up appearances, but forget it, cards on the table: no more holy, only evil.)
Without Mu En to devise strategies and steer the course, Xuan Zi suddenly felt like a headless fly crashing around everywhere.
But then, even Mu En had thought, "Eight hundred thousand against six hundred thousand-the advantage is mine." As for Xuan Zi, whose brain was a large intestine stuffed with distiller's grains, even less needed to be said.
Looking at the Titled Douluos who nearly filled the tent, Xuan Zi's heart suddenly swelled with heroic pride.
Destiny is on my side. With a dragon riding right on their faces, how could I lose?
"Ahem... everyone!" Xuan Zi coughed twice to draw everyone's attention. He looked at them, his eyes gleaming with a light called wisdom.
With Xuan Zi speaking up, the somewhat noisy tent immediately quieted down. Everyone turned to look at him, waiting to hear what lofty insights this newly ascended Limit Douluo had to offer.
To be fair, being the focus of everyone's attention made Xuan Zi climax on the spot. Especially when he remembered that his old rival Du Busi was among them, he felt even better.
After all, the dozens of people before him were no rotten fish or spoiled shrimp. Every one of them was a nine-ring Titled Douluo, a figure who commanded respect across an entire region, yet now they had to listen to his arrangements and suggestions.
One word: glorious!
It felt as though even the alcohol in his veins was boiling!
With pleasure washing away his reason and his cerebellum ruling his cerebrum, Xuan Zi made an extremely bold decision.
He swept his hand and declared in