Xu Zhi rose from her seat, straightened her school uniform, and picked up the long saber she had set aside earlier.
Weapons were allowed in the league, but spatial devices could not be brought onto the field. Weapons also had to be assessed to ensure their strength fell within permitted limits. After all, the league was meant to test the students' own abilities, not their financial resources.
Her gun fell within the prohibited category. Although Xu Zhi did not think it was particularly powerful, the event organizers had strict rules. Only relatively basic cold weapons with limited functionality could be used as auxiliary equipment.
The moment she rose and followed her teammates out of the preparation area, Xu Zhi heard the fervent cheers from the stands.
She suddenly wondered how much of those cheers and applause were for her.
It was a strange feeling. She recalled the destruction of the Federation world. Even when she had done earth-shattering things, there had been very few witnesses. Yet here, she was merely heading into a match that was not particularly important to her, and so many people were cheering for her, applauding her, and anticipating her appearance.
Of course, the two situations were not really comparable. Xu Zhi only thought about it casually before her thoughts leaped elsewhere the next second.
"What should we eat after the match?"
As they headed toward the arena, Tong Zhou asked expectantly.
The hotel had prepared plenty of strange supernatural creatures and plants for the contestants' meals. Tong Zhou had recently become obsessed with blind-box supernatural food sets, eagerly waiting every day to see what fresh food he would get.
Ji Muge secretly rolled his eyes. "Senior, isn't it a little too early to be thinking about that now?"
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