The black-clad cultivator's eyes flicked to Grey and then to the unconscious girl in his arms. For a brief, fleeting moment, a shadow of something—perhaps irritation, perhaps amusement—flashed across his face. But it was gone in an instant.
With a derisive snort, the cultivator dismissed Grey's threat as if it were of no consequence. His gaze flickered back to the captain, and without further hesitation, he moved again.
His body blurred into motion, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing before the captain, his fist swinging through the air with lethal precision.
"Bang!"
The impact was deafening. The captain, caught completely off guard, spat out a mouthful of blood as she was sent hurtling backwards. Her nascent ball of spirit fire exploded into a burst of sparks, the flames flickering and vanishing as if they had never been.
Grey's eyes widened, but he did not hesitate to clutch his fist tightly into a ball and punch the unconscious young girl.
