But what he didn't expect, and even less what the celestials expected, was that when the aura finally calmed down and the air stopped shaking around them, silence followed.
Everyone just stood there, eyes wide, unable to process what had happened.
"Holy shit..."
"No fucking way..."
"DAMN, B-BE CAREFUL!"
The moment the dust cleared, Grok's body was seen flying in the opposite direction, crashing violently against the ground.
His face was unrecognizable, swollen and disfigured beyond recognition.
His teeth were shattered, and blood poured from his mouth like a river.
He was barely conscious, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to breathe.
And all of that came from a single punch.
The sheer force behind it was unreal.
But when Sam looked at the clone that threw it, he saw the price it had paid.
Its hand was twisted in the wrong direction, completely broken from the impact.
Even though it had no pain receptors, it was obvious how much force it had used to deliver that hit.
