The next day, over a million spectators gathered outside the asteroid.
Huang Ji had reached eighteenth place, one step away from becoming an emperor.
He had defeated twelve kings in a row, beating every one of them into π.
Now, no one questioned him. After countless explanations from knowledgeable fans and his commanding performances in the arena, everyone understood.
He really was invincible—at least for now.
"Go, Ziwei Huang Ji! Prove a lesser civilization can produce an emperor!" a being from one such civilization broadcast wildly.
His electromagnetic signal rang across the starfield, reaching everyone.
Visitors from many small and midsize civilizations joined in. Soon, a wave of cheers swept over the asteroid.
There were many places like the Nomu Civilization, and none had ever produced a king, let alone an emperor.
As Huang Ji's Pi-rate Curse gained fame, Ziwei Style became known throughout the Milky Way.
At first, there had been doubts. Now, only admiration remained.
It was no small feat. The last emperor from a lesser civilization had appeared over a hundred thousand years ago...
Ziwei's rise proved that the strongest fighters did not belong exclusively to great civilizations.
That alone won Ziwei countless fans among the middle- and lower-tier civilizations.
"He's my master! He's my master!"
"My beloved Lord Huang Ji is invincible under the stars! His name rings across the Milky Way!"
Nai Di never stopped praising him. His immense true body stretched tens of thousands of meters as blue mist. Sometimes it formed the name Ziwei Huang Ji; at others, it split into a hundred thousand figures, all posing as fans cheering Huang Ji on.
Huang Ji smiled and did nothing to stop his fanatical admirer.
He needed a reputation. Only by becoming famous everywhere could he ward off many underhanded schemes.
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