Chapter 48: Deceptive Words

Doctor Mo landed lightly where Han Li had originally stood. Without the slightest pause, he turned his body around like a ghost and faced him again. The arrogance on his face had completely faded, leaving only a wooden expression, but a trace of unusualness that was hard to detect appeared in his eyes.

At this time, Han Li's situation was also not very good. He was panting constantly, his face was a bit pale, cold sweat seeped out on his forehead, and there was an abnormal flush on his cheeks.

All of this indicated that Han Li's life-saving means just now had overdrawn most of his physical strength. It was very likely that next time, he wouldn't be able to use the same technique.

Taking a deep breath, Han Li let his body relax as much as possible to reduce the heavy load on his muscles caused by the use of the "Luo Smoke Step" just now. Now, he could only seize every opportunity to let himself recover some physical strength, so that he could have a few more hopes of winning in the next round of fighting.

Han Li lowered his head and glanced at his left hand, which was still trembling slightly. This hand was completely paralyzed and had no sensation yet. It was impossible to use it to hold the sword again. It seemed that the left-handed sword he had deliberately practiced hard was temporarily abolished, and he could only use his remaining right hand to fight.

Thinking of this, he gave a bitter smile in his heart. Now that he had lost most of his physical strength and couldn't use the mysterious "Luo Smoke Step," and even worse, he could only fight with one hand. This was truly the worst situation. It seemed he could only use the last move he had secretly hidden.

Han Li looked at the sun outside the house, estimated the time, and felt that it was just about right to perform this move.

He glanced at the short sword stuck on the wall. It seemed there was no chance to retrieve this weapon; the other wouldn't let him pull back the short sword grandly.

Han Li pondered for a while, took out another weapon from his bosom. This was also a short sword with a scabbard, half a foot long. Because the size was too short, calling it a short sword was not as appropriate as calling it a dagger. After pulling the sword out of the scabbard, it looked much wider and thicker than an ordinary dagger, and it was also very bright and sharp.

Han Li left the scabbard aside, changed to holding the sword with his right hand, stretched his arm, pointed the sword tip obliquely toward the other, and struck a posture of attack.

Doctor Mo saw all this in his eyes but didn't rush to attack. He put his hands behind his back, his expression suddenly became gentle, and he persuaded with a gentle voice:

"Han Li, you have dodged again and again, which indeed exceeded my expectations. However, do you think you can be as lucky as last time and escape from my palm again? The body technique you used just now is very magical, but it seems to have quite a few limitations. Just from the physical strength, it can't support you to perform it smoothly again. Just surrender obediently! You should be able to see that I don't mean to seriously injure you. Obeying me might not be as bad as you imagine."

Doctor Mo's attitude, which changed like a chameleon, gave Han Li goosebumps all over. The other played the role of a kind teacher for a while, then cold and ruthless, and now he was earnestly persuading him to surrender. It really made Han Li not know what to say. Did he really think he would be dizzy and fall for such a big trick?

However, the other's words instead increased his confidence by a few points. If he didn't have fear toward him, why would he use such childish means to deceive him?

In an instant, Han Li thought through all of this clearly. He sighed, shook his head lightly, didn't say a word, and only used the short sword in his hand to gesture at the other a few times, expressing everything he meant.

The veins on Doctor Mo's forehead jumped a few times. Seeing that Han Li didn't pay attention to his persuasion at all, but instead provoked him with the weapon in his hand, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore.

"Stubborn!"

He suddenly took a big step forward and spat out fiercely: "As close as the horizon."

Then his whole person floated to a place only a few steps away from Han Li, as if he knew the "Shrinking Ground Technique," which was truly amazing.

Han Li also seemed to be quite shocked, with a look of panic on his face, hurriedly retreated two steps, pulled a distance from the other, and then held the short sword in front of him, dancing it into a small piece of cold light, blocking Doctor Mo's way, seemingly having completely forgotten the bitterness he suffered during the last exchange.

Doctor Mo sneered secretly. Naturally, he wouldn't kindly remind his opponent. He split his palms and attacked Han Li from two directions, ignoring the cold light.

Just as the two silver hands were about to snatch into the sword light, a soft laugh suddenly came from the opposite side—a laugh so hearty and unrestrained, sounding exactly like the triumphant laughter of a hunter seeing prey step into a trap.

Doctor Mo felt a chill in his heart, couldn't help but slow down his momentum, and his figure became sluggish for a few points, but then he heard a cold sentence:

"Now you are the one who really fell for the big trick. Look at the short sword in my hand!"

Hearing the voice, Doctor Mo couldn't help but look at the short sword. Only to see that the other had stopped dancing at some point, and struck a strange posture: his upper body leaned back slightly, the short sword held in one hand was placed horizontally at his waist, and his lower body was a tight bow step ready to go, his whole person becoming a strange appearance of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

And the short sword mentioned in the words, apart from shining with some blue light, had no abnormality, which made Doctor Mo a bit stunned. Could it be that the other struck such a strange posture, plus deceptive words to deceive him, just to disturb his mind so he could take advantage of it?

Thinking of this, Doctor Mo felt a bit funny and couldn't help but want to open his mouth to mock the other a few times, but suddenly saw Han Li rush forward, like an arrow shot from a strong bow, turning into a sharp arrow, darting over from the opposite side. Its speed was so fast that Doctor Mo's expression couldn't help but change.

Doctor Mo hurriedly closed his split hands together, intending to clamp the opponent's sword blade, but saw the short sword on the opposite side flick lightly, turning into a dozen sharp blades of the same appearance, stabbing over from different directions, making it difficult to distinguish true from false.

Doctor Mo gave a snort, and his evaluation of Han Li dropped a few points again. In front of an expert like him, using such flashy and unsubstantial moves was just looking for death. He could see where the true sword blade was at a glance.

So he widened his eyes, identified where the true sword was coming from, and at the same time, his hands didn't change their moves, but instead accelerated their momentum, intending to shatter this sharp blade in one move, making the other have no choice but to surrender empty-handed.

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