Exhausting all efforts, using up all trump cards.
Punch after punch.
At the end of the battle, Xia Nan had nearly squeezed out his last ounce of stamina and spirit.
When Embers Resonance had just activated, he could still devise combat strategies on the fly based on the situation on the field and adjust his attack direction.
But when both of his main weapons had been let go, and he had to resort to using his pocket knife, and even engage in bare-handed combat.
In his state at the time, he was fighting purely on instinct.
The only thought in his mind was to smash the skull of the demon in front of him.
And in fact, he did just that.
He looked at the mass below which could no longer be recognized, its round shape thoroughly gone, hammered into nearly minced meat, the shark beast's head.
Xia Nan's cold, blood-and-gravel-stained face remained expressionless.
But upon closer look, his pitch-black eyes were already vacant and dull from the exhaustion of his body.
