"Winner!"
Patrick West's voice echoed loudly from the technical room inside the Arena, where he sat behind the commentator's equipment with his eyes fixed on the fighting platform.
"Maxwell!"
His excited voice carried a mixture of shock and amazement.
And...
Obviously...
It wasn't only him.
"H-How?"
High-Ember Greyson suddenly rose from his seat, staring at his son lying unconscious on the fighting platform.
He couldn't believe what his eyes had just witnessed.
"Arelo lost... just like that?"
Voices filled with amazement began rising around the area where the High-Ember sat.
Some of the people who had confidently spoken about Arelo's victory only moments ago were now staring at the fighting platform with slightly stiff expressions.
"Maybe he underestimated that Maxwell boy?"
One person suggested.
"No... his speed was simply that good."
Another immediately shook his head.
