At only eight the next morning, Citrus Island, usually leisurely and slow-paced, had already become unusually crowded.
People had sprung up like mushrooms after rain from who knew where, arriving from every direction and pouring toward the Kumquat Colosseum.
Fortunately, it was only a small island with relatively few local vehicles, which kept the roads from becoming completely gridlocked. Even so, pedestrians packed both sides in a dark sea of heads that seemed to stretch beyond sight.
In fact, Citrus Island had never had this many residents. These people had all traveled overnight by boat from nearby islands after hearing that the Winner's Cup was about to be held!
Those who lived nearby had it easy. They generally needed only two or three hours to reach Kumquat Town, and since they had time to spare, they could find a hotel or inn and get a good night's rest.
But spectators from farther away not only endured a bumpy journey and a whole night of sea winds, they did not even have time for a hot breakfast after coming ashore before hurrying to the Kumquat Colosseum, afraid they would miss out on seats and have made the exhausting trip for nothing!
Yet no matter how rough the waves or how difficult the journey, nothing could dampen their enthusiasm!
At that moment, no one showed the slightest impatience. Instead, their faces shone with excitement as they eagerly discussed the upcoming match with their families or companions!
Of course, apart from a small number of visitors from elsewhere who took a more objective view and favored Xia You to win, most of the Orange Islands' local residents supported Drake. Whether out of affection or a sense of belonging, they hoped Drake would defeat Xia You, earning tremendous prestige while continuing to defend the