Nathan was still sitting on the ground, but Henry had already walked in front of him.
"You're very strong. Your fighting style is outrageous. I'm not as strong as you." Nathan rubbed his nose and snapped his nose back to its original position.
Henry looked down at him, sighed, and said, "Unfortunately, I was the one who won in the end. Now, I can beat you to death."
Nathan couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Is it interesting to hold on? Your tailbone is broken, and the sensation in the lower limbs is almost gone, right?"
Henry snorted coldly and fell down on the ground. After that, blood began to flow slowly from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.
"You know that you will die no matter whether you win or lose, so you simply used the fiercest fighting style, and squeezed your physical energy and blood at all costs.
This way of fighting is quite fierce, and almost killed me. Unfortunately, you are still powerless in the end.