The final elimination round was in the morning. Lin Xu, who had not slept all night, brought Zhou Yi over early.
It was still packed with people, with six enormous arenas standing in the middle of the crowd.
Six tiny spacecraft circled overhead at low altitude.
Zhou Yi knew they were six cameras. From this moment on, every move here was being watched by people across the entire interstellar world.
"Why didn't you change into a different outfit for today's match?"
Lin Xu nervously led the way ahead, as though he, rather than Zhou Yi, was the one about to compete.
"What's wrong with my clothes? They're not torn. Aren't they perfectly fine?"
Zhou Yi had cultivated the Star Gathering Art until late last night. After learning the importance of star power, he cultivated the Star Gathering Art whenever he had time.
He was so busy that he had no energy to spare for what he wore.
Zhou Yi had indeed bought two new outfits at the Interstellar Trading Company before. But after actually spending time in a Mech Cockpit, he found that clothing did not affect operation at all. In fact, the more comfortable and relaxed he felt, the better. So he came to prefer his old clothes, washed pale but softer than ever.
"It's my fault too. I should have taken you shopping for clothes earlier."
Lin Xu suddenly recalled the rumors that Zhou Yi came from a poor family. He silently blamed himself for being too careless and not doing enough.
Lin Xu was probably simply too nervous right now. Otherwise, anyone thinking normally would have realized that if a poor household could own a mech, then just how rich did ordinary people have to be?
Registration began at eight-thirty, and the competition officially started at nine.