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Amon coughed and stumblingly walked out of the stadium.
He was covered in injuries all around.
And it was all because of Adam, who had been carried to the infirmary shortly after he fell unconscious as well.
The medical staff had asked him as well but he respectfully denied it.
There were definitely cracks underneath the bodysuit armor.
And they were not to be shown to the public.
At least not yet. He had to wait until tomorrow for his match against Michael.
Looking at his state, it was fair to say that his injuries against Adam were more than all his 3 matches combined.
As he focused ahead in the night light, his vision blurred subtly.
'Fuck, I can't pass out right here.'
There was still public around him.
As he tried to grab hold of a street railing, suddenly, his hand slipped.
And he lost his balance…