Chapter 46: A Sword Piercing the Chest

Doctor Mo looked at his left hand with slight surprise before turning his gaze to Han Li, saying with contempt:

"Interesting. It seems you haven't been idle this past year, actually practicing such strange Kung Fu. But do you really think that with these few three-legged cat skills, you can be my opponent?"

"It seems I haven't moved my hands for a long time. It's not bad to come down and move my hands and feet myself. I'll let you make the first move!"

Han Li didn't pay attention to the other's verbal attack. He had already decided to strike first to gain some initiative.

He held the short sword in his left hand horizontally in front of him, attracting the other's gaze, while a white paper packet quietly slid down from his right sleeve and fell into his right palm. Then he raised his hand and tossed it, and a large patch of white powder was scattered from the paper packet. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a thick white smoke, enveloping Han Li's whole body, making his figure blurry and indistinct, and this smoke quickly spread throughout the room, making the entire room white and blinding, and Han Li also disappeared eerily into the mist.

Doctor Mo frowned, a bit surprised by Han Li's move, but inwardly he didn't take it seriously. With his extensive experience, he had plenty of ways to break such low-level means. Just for fear that the smoke had been tampered with, he had already held his breath, and with his profound cultivation, not breathing for three or five moments was completely fine.

"Hmph, petty tricks, daring to show off in front of me!" Doctor Mo gave a cold snort, and his right hand suddenly struck a palm into the smoke. The white mist in front of him churned as if stirred by a giant club, immediately revealing a clear hole.

Not seeing Han Li's figure, Doctor Mo didn't stop, striking left and right, more than ten palm strikes in a row, driving the smoke in the room away from the door completely. The room returned to normal, except for the absence of Han Li.

"Strange, this kid really has a few tricks, actually being able to make himself disappear alive in front of me." Doctor Mo was a bit surprised, but he wasn't panicked at all. One had to know that he had been guarding near the door; even a stinky bug wouldn't be able to escape his ears and eyes.

He scanned the whole room carefully. Numerous bookshelves, a desk, and an armchair—everything was as usual, with nothing different. But how could a living person like Han Li disappear in such a small space?

Doctor Mo's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a bit puzzled in his heart. However, he was bold and skilled, coughed a few times, and swayed toward the corner where Han Li had disappeared, wanting to see what was going on.

When he walked to a distance of ten feet from the corner, he stopped his figure and narrowed his eyes. He had already felt a trace of faint killing intent permeating the vicinity, targeting him and preparing to strike.

Doctor Mo's eyes shot out essence, scanning left and right repeatedly, but still found nothing unusual. He began to feel annoyed in his heart. There was no one around; could it be that he had gone to heaven or entered the earth?

"Heaven or earth"—his heart moved, feeling as if he had grasped some key point. Just as he was about to think deeply, he suddenly heard a "clank" sound from above.

"Not good." Doctor Mo suddenly realized. Only then did he understand that the opponent was hiding on the roof. He couldn't care about looking up, and with a "whoosh," he raised his hand and struck a fierce palm upward, wanting to shake the guy hiding above, who was planning to do him harm, down with one palm.

A rumbling sound followed the strike, mixed with a few crisp "clanking" sounds.

Doctor Mo was a bit puzzled and hurriedly looked up to see clearly. The whole person was stunned, only to see that the space above was empty, without a ghost shadow. Only a black iron bell was hanging on the beam, shaking constantly under his palm wind, and the clanking sound came from there. Where was half of Han Li's figure!

Just as Doctor Mo was looking up, a ray of cold light quietly darted out from under his feet, fiercely stabbing at his lower abdomen. Its speed was so fast that it was no exaggeration to describe it as lightning fast. It wasn't until the light was about to touch his clothes that Doctor Mo was startled.

Doctor Mo was shocked, and in his panic, he used his wit, suddenly performing an "Iron Bridge" move, folding his whole body backward from the middle as if he had no spine, barely letting this sword pass, letting the short sword slide past his belly, cutting a long, thin slit in the clothes on his abdomen, almost giving him a big opening.

After letting this sword pass, Doctor Mo still didn't dare to relax. His feet seemed to be equipped with springs, his body didn't move, but his whole person automatically slid back several feet away. Only then did he dare to raise his body, looking at the place where the sword light flew up with shock and anger.

Only to see a place near where he had just stood slowly bulging, and as it bulged higher and higher, it finally formed a yellow human figure. It was Han Li, who had combined the Bone-Softening Technique, Breath-Restraining Technique, and Disguise Technique.

At this time, he had changed into a set of earth-yellow clothes that were exactly the same as the floor, holding the short sword that had almost succeeded in his left hand, with a look of annoyance in his eyes. It seemed that Han Li felt very regretful about that sword just now.

And Doctor Mo's originally sallow face was now a bit blue. He was still thumping in his heart from the danger of that sword just now, and he was lingering in fear. He wasn't a Jianghu novice who hadn't experienced risks, but being so close to the god of death was absolutely one of the few times in his first half of life, not to mention that it was done by Han Li, whom he had always looked down upon.

He took a deep breath, and his expression finally returned to calm, his voice a bit dry as he said:

"It seems I really underestimated you, my dear disciple! You played this hand very well, very worthy of my serious treatment."

After saying this threatening sentence, Doctor Mo slowly raised his hands and placed them in front of his eyes, staring at his hands gently without saying a word, as if looking at a lover in love, seemingly forgetting Han Li completely.

Han Li raised his eyebrows, sneered, grabbed the short sword tightly with one hand, took small square steps, and slowly leaned toward Doctor Mo.

===== CHAPTER 47 =====