So, when another hideously contorted head flew at Bo Yi, he abandoned his earlier evasive approach and reached out to grab it by the hair instead.
Once caught by the hair and dangling from his hand, the head visibly froze for a moment. When it realized what had happened, its expression turned furious. It struggled constantly, trying to escape Bo Yi's firm grip on its hair. When that failed, it began swinging back and forth-it treated its hair as a rope and its head as a swing, trying to swing its face high enough to sink its teeth into the hand holding it.
Unfortunately, Bo Yi gave it no such chance. He saw through the intention written all over its face at a glance and let go just as it swung sharply upward. Suddenly deprived of support, the bewildered head went into free fall. Before it could figure out what had happened, Bo Yi grabbed the metal connecting pole, raised one leg, and kicked the head hard.
With a whoosh, the head traced a perfect parabola through the air, flying straight toward a headless "visitor" not far from Bo Yi.
With a thud, the head struck the "visitor" squarely in the waist. The "visitor's" body swayed, seeming to slowly tilt toward the other side.
It worked! Bo Yi was about to smile when, after swaying a few times, the "visitor" stubbornly settled back onto its wooden horse.
Bo Yi: "?"
"Let me..." Mitian suddenly spoke up behind him, an arm dangling from his hand. The wooden horses kept bobbing up and down, making it difficult to aim. For Bo Yi to hit his target on his very first attempt was already impressive. But because he had misjudged the point of impact, the force had dispersed, leaving it insufficient to knock