In a subterranean fighting arena in the Ais Duchy, the stands were filled with thousands, periodically erupting into waves of wild cheers and shouts.
On the stage, a muscular Caucasian man had just knocked out his eighteenth opponent in three seconds, prompting a frenzy of adoration from the crowd.
"Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime...."
The crowd, going wild, screamed their lungs out.
The man raised his hands, circled the stage, blew a kiss to all the spectators, and then walked off amid shrieks of excitement.
"Locke, you've got a call!"
"Oh, Merrin, just two more matches and I'm leaving!" The man smiled briefly before taking the phone and stepping aside.
The man shrugged in resignation. This guy always left after twenty matches, then disappeared for a long time. He knew the other as Locke, with the ring name 'Optimus Prime', a very mysterious figure.
