His expression didn't change. He even had the time to take a look around to spot the possible threats after this one. Then, he stepped forward with his right foot, a step that made his body perpendicular to the one of his assailant.
The sword passed behind him, not even taking any strand of his hair as he had promised someone the exclusive right to styling it.
With that step, he was also brought closer to the little giant. His right arm pierced forward like a spear, or a startled snake, and kissed the whitish alien's side.
He felt the hardness of bones that soon caved in, collapsing inward due to the shock that managed to propel the heavy weight off his feet and into the battling crowd.
The one he took out had an above average performance, having shown the strength of those who had stepped onto the cultivation path. This brought attention to him, the opponents with purposeful movements showcasing prior training making quick work of the weaker cannon fodders before turning to him.
