<h4>Chapter 299 Ambrose Vs. Dreadnought</h4>


    Dreadnought, with his face covered by an orange mask and wearing a nice-tailored suit, which was an unusual getup for him, walked down the hallway with the voices from the bidding hall turning louder with each step.


    He seemed to be in a hurry, as he didn''t want to make his boss wait.


    At that moment, he saw a person sitting in a small lounge area with only the light from the ceiling keeping himpany.


    Dreadnought recognized his face.


    ''Ambrose, the ck Demon.'' He thought to himself. ''I recall seeing his wanted poster. Why is he sitting here? I should probably mention him to the boss.''


    "Ah, finally." Ambrose looked away from the ground and raised his gaze to the orange-masked Dreadnought. "I''ve been waiting for you."


    "Huh?" Dreadnought let out a confused sound, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. "What do you mean by that?"


    "This." Ambrose reached both his hands to his inventory and pulled out one ck Sword and one Red Sword.


    Dreadnought''s eyes widened in surprise, and he then quickly drew his machetes.


    He didn''t expect to get attacked so suddenly, and he realized almost immediately what had happened.


    ''I have to report to the boss that Adam must''ve betrayed us!'' Dreadnought''s face paled. ''I thought this was strange, but now I see. Adam is nning for betrayal, but how low does he think about my abilities?


    ''I won''t lose to some brown-ranked newbie!''


    ''This is my first proper deathmatch against a red-ranked ouw...'' Ambrose''s lips curled slightly into a smile. ''I am very excited. Am I really at that level already? It''s time to find out!''


    "For your information, I am the Third Commander of the Sea King''s fleet, which spans across hundreds of ships. I am not your everyday pirate!"


    Dreadnought screamed and lunged forward, his machetes smashing down with ferocious force.


    "Formlessness..." Ambrose whispered gently, and his feet glided across the floor gently as he dodged the machetes.


    "?!" Dreadnought''s expression fell, as if he had seen something unbelievable. "F-Formlessness? Y-you haven''t opened the third gate yet; I can sense it, so how can you use it?!"


    "sh..." Ambrose whispered and gently jumped towards Dreadnought, looking like he was floating like a cloud. "Of the Six Worlds!"


    His swords tore through the air and struck Dreadnought''s machetes with enough force to make his knees bend as if he were about to kneel down to the ground.


    However, at thest moment, Dreadnought screamed loudly and deflected Ambrose''s des. Then he stepped forward like a pouncing lion and thrust his machetes towards Ambrose''s chest.


    "Mortal Style, Formlessness Nachbilder!" Ambrose slid across the ground, causing tons of afterimages that also looked like they were skating across the ground as if the floor were made of soap.


    After moving out of the way of the machetes, he quickly counterattacked with a quick sh towards Dreadnought''s mask, which only caused a small scratch on it.


    ''Formlessness with Nachbilder is so powerful.'' Ambrose thought with a slight smile.


    At that moment, they both heard stepsing from the end of the hallway. It came from the direction of the bidding hall, and soon, two voices sounded.


    They wereughing and talking about something, but currently, it didn''t seem like they were aware that there was currently a fight happening.


    Dreadnought''s eyes immediately brightened. "You two—"


    Before he could finish his words, Ambrose crossed the distance with his Formlessness and tackled Dreadnought through the window, causing both of them to fall down the mountain towards their inevitable deaths.


    "Let''s take the fight somewhere else, shall we?" Ambrose grabbed Dreadnought by his throat and used his Formlessness to fly across the air like a shooting star.


    "Rgh!" Dreadnought''s eyes spun around as he felt like he waspletely at the mercy of gravity and Ambrose.


    Back in the small lounge area where the fight happened just a few moments ago, two figures arrived there with frowns on their faces.


    They saw a shattered window with ss shards strewn about the floor.


    "Did you hear someone?" A woman with thick makeup on her otherwise beautiful face asked.


    "Don''t know." Thenky-looking man shrugged his shoulders but then grabbed the woman by her waist and spun her around till shended on his embrace. "Well, this ce seems fine, doesn''t it?"


    "T-this?" She stuttered with flushed cheeks. "This ce is so exposed. What if someone walks in on us?"


    "Everyone is too upied with that auction, especially your husband." The man smirked and slowly started to remove the woman''s clothes; soon, her bare breasts were exposed to the cool night airing through the shattered window.


    "Also, it''s a good view, ain''t it?" The man asked while looking out of the window and lowering the woman down to the couch.


    "You know my husband, who is also your captain." The woman whispered, her hot breath seeping out of her mouth. "He''lle to find us if we don''t return soon, and we don''t want to get caught."


    "Haha, we won''t." The man said and lowered his head to kiss the woman.


    On the outskirts of Sea King''s Ind.


    Dreadnought crashed into rocky terrain, but his grip on his machetes never faltered, as if they were his lifeline and he didn''t want to lose them.


    Ambrose gentlynded on the ground and looked where they were.


    They were surrounded by a raging ocean and were at the furthest corner of Sea King''s Ind. They could still see the enormous mountain in the distance, but it would be basically impossible to see them from there.


    "Tch!" Dreadnought stood up, and his machetes started to suddenly glow with an orangish glow.


    ''He is releasing his inner power!'' Ambrose''s eyes narrowed.


    "The Orange Dread!" Dreadnought crossed his machetes before swinging them both down at the same time.


    He sent two orange-colored shes across the air, created by his inner power.


    Ambrose quickly used Formlessness to dodge them, but when the two shes crashed into a small rocky hill a few dozen meters away, it caused an explosion, which caused a shockwave.


    The shockwave crashed into Ambrose and knocked him down to the ground with a loud crash.


    [-100 HP]


    [HP: 460/560]


    ''All damage suffered gets reduced by 75% because of de Master ss, and yet, that simple shockwave caused so much damage to me.''


    Ambrose groaned and stood up with his suit slightly disheveled.


    ''Adam was right; my basic stats are still pathetically low. If even a single attacknds on me, I''ll die.''


    "The Dreadful Kill!" Dreadnought didn''t allow Ambrose to rest and sent dozens of orange-colored shes across the air.


    ''I haven''t tried these myself much, but let''s try!'' Ambrose flexed his muscles and controlled his Inner Power so that it would flow into his weapons naturally.


    And as soon as he did, his des started glowing with a gentle golden hue.


    He then used his Formlessness to pass through the orange shes, even though a few of them moved rather erratically and almost hit him.


    After passing those, he jumped high in the air with Formlessness and focused his gaze on Dreadnougt below.


    "Let''s try this..." Ambrose''s muscles swelled in an explosive manner, and he then ced his swords above his head.


    "sh of the Six Worlds!"


    Swoosh—after swinging his swords down, his des were nowhere close to hitting Dreadnought.


    However, then, shockingly, two golden shes shot out from his des and flew towards Dreadnought with equal ferocity to sh of the Six Worlds!


    He was now able to make a long-range attacks with his skills, which was clearly impossible before!