It felt like he got hit by a truck.
Sylas had been through a great many things in this world, but despite the fact he had danced on the edge of life and death, right this moment, he still felt as though this was the worst blow he had ever felt.
The fist's power seemed to jet right through him with a piercing strength. His skin didn't rupture, and yet it felt like thousands of blades were rotating around the location where the fist landed, shearing through him and turning his inner organs to mush.
His eyes practically bulged out of their sockets, his pupils constricting. His body curled involuntarily and a mouthful of blood was hacked out from his lips, spraying into a mist of crimson.
The wind tore around him as he was sent flying back in the form of a whistling meteor. His armor almost caught fire beneath the friction, sparse embers flickering around its cracks.
