293 Formlessness

The crowd exploded in loud cheers as they remembered Ambrose doing this to Nykholm and almost managing to defeat him.

"Fucking... excellent!" Adam grinned even though he was struggling to breathe and could feel his consciousness slowly slip away.

"I-Is this all, Adam Slasher?!" Ambrose screamed loudly.

"A-All right, then!" Adam headbutted backwards, slamming the back of his head agaubst Ambrose's face, but the hold still didn't weaken.

Instead, Ambrose squeezed even harder, even though his face was bleeding from getting headbutted.

"Raaaah!" Adam screamed loudly, his voice turning hoarse. He then slammed his elbow on Ambrose's waist.

This time, the hold weakened for a split moment, but Adam immediately escaped the choke hold and turned around to face Ambrose with a fierce expression.

Then, he hammered his fist down and struck Ambrose's face with a rageful blow.