Jayce's body was a mess.
His right arm was practically useless as the muscles in it were torn, the bones cracked, and his shoulder was dislocated. The skin underneath the pieces of metal from Morf was charred, varying in color from black to red and having a leathery feel. Then there were also the numerous amounts of cuts decorating whatever normal skin he had left.
Every breath felt as though the air he inhaled was scorched, burning every inch of his lungs. Every action sent a sudden, sharp-knotted pain through his body.
Yet, he was still able to hold onto his consciousness and move his body. His regeneration was treating his injuries to an extent, preventing him from dying of blood loss.
As for why he refused to rest, it was because he knew what was coming. When his punch knocked out Rico cold, a range of notifications appeared.
[2,222 Exp!]
[Quest Complete!]
[First Place!]