Zach was confident in his recovery. That was why he thought that he would eventually win. Although his opponent's divine energy made the air around him shimmer, Zach believed in his world essence energy.
Even if the man's fists were heavier and faster, and even if the man's face was harder, Zach didn't think he had no hope. As long as he could hold out, there was a chance to win.
After all, blood splattered, and things cracked and crunched whenever Zach hit the dark-haired man.
The ringing thuds and thumps from the repeated collisions between fist and face echoed like drums in Zach's head. Each strike sent ripples across Zach's blurry vision, wearing down the borders of his sight.
His brain couldn't take much more of a beating and was shutting down. His limbs still moved, but only because of the world essence energy coursing through them like it had a mind of its own.
Zach blinked.
