For two full hours, Nux fought the Five Infinities.
And the longer he fought—
The sharper his instincts became.
His body started handling the battle with less and less thought, he no longer needed to consciously force every impossible result.
The Power of Anomaly moved with him, even his breathing itself carried the power of Impossibility.
Even the Infinities could feel it.
Nux was exhausted.
He was injured, he was bleeding, externally and internally, his body was screaming in agony, yet somehow…
The Infinities weren't able to land the final blow.
In fact, it was becoming harder and harder to kill him.
But Infinities were still… Infinities.
They didn't stop.
Their thought process was simple, it didn't matter if they couldn't land the final blow, all they needed to do was to keep landing blows until one of them became the final blow.
And that was what they did.
