I Don't Understand, What's the Logic Behind This?

Boom!

A huge crater was smashed into the ground, cracked spiderwebs spreading dozens of yards from its rim in every direction.

Dust billowed, shattered stones flew, and Situ Xuan lay at the bottom of the pit, his body embedded in the hard rock.

His right arm had completely lost all feeling, his fingers trembling out of his control. A coppery sweetness churned in his chest, and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth ran down his chin and dripped onto the ground, where the scorching sand swallowed it up.

But his mind was clear.

Situ Xuan lay at the bottom of the pit, staring up at the dark-red sky, his eyes hollow and blank.

Pluto King's punch had contained a kind of will.

That will was not strength, not technique, not anything he had ever come into contact with before. It was vast beyond measure, deep beyond comprehension, like the galaxy he had once looked up at beneath the starry sky, like the darkness he had once felt in the depths of the sea.

Before that will, everything about him seemed so small, so insignificant. His strength, his speed, his fighting spirit, everything he had prided himself on, were like a child's toys before that will, unable to withstand a single blow.

Situ Xuan lay on the ground in a daze, and for a moment, he actually did not know to get up.

He was not afraid of losing. He had lost countless times, and every time, he had been able to stand back up in the shortest time possible, then strike back with even fiercer fists. But this time was different. This time, it was not because the gap in strength left him unable to stand. It was because his mind had gone completely blank, and cracks