Wen Leyang's fist and the ugly youth's sheathed Tang sword clashed in a fanciless fashion and caused a dull explosion.
The duo let out a strange scream. Wen Leyang felt as if the sky, ground, odd rocks, huge trees and other things around him were smashing into his body, almost crushing his flesh and bones. The ugly youth felt a coldness and heat traveling within him, as though a current formed by the Earth core's magma and the ice from the North Pole were running up the long sword and into his blood vessels.
After that one blow, the two youths acted as if they had just had eighteen jugs of hard liquor. Their faces were flushed red and their eyes were unfocused. They both staggered and turned around in two circles before slumping on the ground simultaneously.
