The blast erupted from the clash between the old demon's fist and Iwan's Widow Maker ended badly for Iwan.
Even though he had blocked the fist perfectly, just the remnant force of the fist was enough to raise him a foot above the ground.
The old demon smirked and took a step with the same extended fist as he pushed it forward with a slight jerk of his shoulder.
"BOOM!"
Just a slight jerk from the old demon was enough to blow away Iwan like a paper plane, sending him to the other end of the crater, which was fifty feet away.
"Thud."
A moment later, Iwan found himself lying on the ground while the old demon looked way far away from him. Iwan was so out of it after falling this far that he could only see a blurry image of the old demon.
'Why is he dancing?'
Iwan thought to himself before he felt a sting in his stomach.
It was a nightmare for Iwan. The pain from a simple fist ravaged his whole body like thunder.
"Augh"
