After the match ended, quite a few people dressed in "strange outfits" suddenly appeared in Black Moon City.
Their Great Zhou had always been a highly tolerant and accepting nation. After all, besides humans, Great Zhou was also home to Lizardmen, dwarves, elves, and even the undead.
Even so, when everyone saw those people in "strange outfits," they could not help taking a few extra glances.
"Old Li? Didn't you go watch the match?"
A man by the roadside had evidently spotted an acquaintance.
The man he called Old Li had bragged to him for quite a while after managing to get tickets.
When Old Li saw someone familiar, his eyes lit up as well.
"Yeah, I just got back from watching it!"
As he spoke, Old Li shook the jersey he was wearing.
"What in the world are you wearing? Have you been possessed?"
As his friend spoke, he reached out to feel Old Li's forehead, only for Old Li to spit him off with a sharp "Pah!"
"What the hell do you know? This is a jersey—the number ten jersey of the Women Warriors! She scored four goals in a row at today's match! Let me tell you..."
The people who had watched the match were dying to find someone to brag to. And now, someone had practically delivered himself to their door!
The spectators' eagerness to find people to boast to was, at its core, a good thing. It could further expand the influence of the matches throughout Black Moon City.
During this period, the storytellers at the various restaurants and teahouses also put in the effort, joining in to promote the match that had just finished.
This made ticket sales for the second match even more fervent.
During this time, Zhou Xu, the driving force behind