Charlie was beaten into a kneeling position.
But, he was still resisting with all his might with a face full of anger. As long as he finds the slightest chance, he will definitely counterattack and kill Maxwell with a single strike!
Maxwell wasn't dumb.
He clearly understood the logic behind: "When you're ill, go for the kill."
Beating a downed opponent was something he enjoyed the most.
Dracula chopped down one after another, and each strike was heavier than the next. Charlie's knees had started bleeding from the impact, his face turning pale, and his breathing becoming irregular. His face now looked ugly beyond comparison.
Maxwell's blade was chopping down too fast.
With the addition of Dracula's slaughtering aura and killing intent grinding against his awareness, Charlie could only bitterly hang on.
