Time continued passing as the preliminaries progressed.
After observing every batch of racers, I noticed a pattern—at least one or two competitors in each round resorted to underhanded tactics just to gain an edge.
If this trend continued, it meant we would likely face at least one dirty fighter in our block as well.
That was, without a doubt, a risk we had no choice but to confront head-on.
[13th block, Racer No. 78, please stand by in your vehicle and await further instructions.]
"Oh, looks like it's our turn now," Eva muttered, standing up and stretching.
We had been watching the races for over six hours, after all. Cassandra followed suit, though I couldn't help but notice her fingers trembling slightly.
She must be nervous.
I walked over and patted her shoulder firmly, making her jump in surprise.
"Don't worry! As long as you do just as we practiced, first place is in the bag!"