The nose!
Malthus's nose had been completely smashed; it hurt so much that tears were about to stream down his face.
The Lightning Slap was plastered on his face!
Lightning cracked and thunder boomed when it landed on Malthus's head.
A column of black smoke rose up.
His brain began to falter.
Boom!
Wang Teng walked over. Behind him was the explosion created by the fist and sword glows. Wind blew, making his clothes and black hair dance in a wild fashion.
Real men never look back at explosions.
He appeared in front of Malthus and pushed down, pressing the Lightning Slap with force. The fellow was sent down before he could even react.
Boom!
Both him and the brick descended fast and crashed into the ground, forming a massive crater. Dust was flying everywhere; there were cracks like spiderwebs all around.
Everyone finally regained their senses.