Chapter 51: The Giant Shows His Might

Once poisoned by "Entangling Fragrant Silk," its toxicity would gradually spread throughout the entire body via the blood vessels.

Within a short period, if the person poisoned was an ordinary person, it would be fine; there wouldn't be any great danger. But if it were a martial artist, it would pose a fatal threat. The poisoned person must not recklessly move their internal true qi during this period; otherwise, it would accelerate the onset of the toxicity, causing the person's blood to flow in reverse throughout the body, resulting in unbearable agony.

And once the poisoning time was long and the toxicity had penetrated deep into the body, it would be even more troublesome.

Although one might regain control over true qi, one must take the antidote daily to suppress the toxicity; otherwise, the entire skeletal structure would gradually undergo abnormal changes, causing the person's whole body to begin to wither, eventually shrinking into a lump like mud, paralyzed on the ground and unable to move.

What was even more daunting was that because the toxicity penetrated deep into the bone marrow, there was no way to completely eradicate it. One could only rely on long-term consumption of symptomatic medication to keep it from flaring up, letting the toxicity entangle the body like threads of love, accompanying one for the rest of their life, never to leave.

The materials for concocting this poison were varied; many were replaceable items. Although the consequences were the same, the specific toxicity varied depending on who concocted it, becoming unpredictable. The antidote naturally varied as well; only the person who created the poison could prescribe the right medicine to suppress the toxicity. Others, even if they knew the method of concocting "Entangling Fragrant Silk," would have no way to start concocting an antidote.

In this way, the life of the poisoned person was held in the hands of the poisoner, and they could only obey orders, not daring to resist.

Doctor Mo filtered through the memories in his brain regarding "Entangling Fragrant Silk" and understood the reason for Han Li's confidence.

He sneered in his heart, his expression unchanged, and said calmly:

"Is this your final trump card?"

"Brat, if you have no other follow-up moves, just obediently surrender!"

Han Li's heart sank abruptly. Seeing Doctor Mo's expression remain unchanged, as if he didn't take his threat to heart at all, he knew he must have miscalculated something.

He could see that Doctor Mo truly didn't take this poison to heart. The opponent had "Entangling Fragrant Silk" poison in his body, yet he was completely indifferent, not triggering the opponent's nerves in the slightest.

Because of this, Han Li knew very clearly that he was in an absolutely disadvantageous position. The opponent seemed to have great certainty of taking him down.

Seeing Han Li silent, Doctor Mo chuckled, a look of cunning flashing through his eyes, and he shouted:

"Tie Nu, go and take him down for me."

Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately remembered that after entering the room, he seemed to have completely forgotten about a certain important figure. He didn't have time to think and hooked the weapon at his feet with his toe; the iron awl jumped into his hand automatically.

At this very instant, a huge black shadow carrying a fierce wind darted out from a corner of the room and arrived in front of him. Its speed was so fast that Han Li couldn't dodge at all.

Helpless, he had no choice but to thrust the sharp awl in his hand straight toward the black shadow's lower abdomen, hoping to cause a slight obstruction and give himself a chance to dodge and catch his breath.

Using a short awl to stab the abdomen was truly not advisable. But Han Li had no other choice; the opponent was simply too tall, and the weapon in his hand was only an inch long, only able to reach that spot.

Han Li suddenly felt as if he had collided with some non-human monster. His outstretched wrist felt as if it had been struck violently by a giant wooden club, dislocating instantly, and his body was knocked back several steps by the impact. The iron awl in his hand felt as if it had stabbed into stone and was knocked flying, disappearing without a trace.

Han Li was shocked and furious. Just as he managed to stabilize his figure under the impact, he felt a darkness before him. The huge figure followed, and immediately after, a sharp pain hit both his shoulders. Two giant hands hooked into his shoulder blades, giving him the feeling that they were about to be crushed.

Han Li struggled violently several times, but his body felt as if it were under a mountain, completely unable to move.

In desperation, he didn't care about much else and raised his knee, slamming it fiercely toward the vital spot between the giant shadow's legs.

With an "Ouch," Han Li was in such pain that cold sweat poured down. That fatal spot of the opponent was also incredibly hard. He felt his kneecap was like an egg hitting a stone, seemingly shattering into several pieces.

However, this move of his seemed to have angered the opponent. The giant hands on his shoulders suddenly exerted a bit more brute force, causing Han Li such pain that he nearly fainted, and his whole body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"Easy, Tie Nu. I still have great use for this person." Just at this critical moment, Doctor Mo's reprimand came.

As the words fell, Han Li felt his shoulders lighten, and the pain above greatly diminished. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling for the first time that Doctor Mo's voice was so pleasant to hear. However, while fortunate, the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for a long time increased by a few points.

From the very beginning, Han Li had noticed that for some reason, whenever it came to a critical point, Doctor Mo would show mercy everywhere, fearing to harm him. He naturally wouldn't take it as the opponent having a sudden burst of kindness and deliberately showing mercy. There must be something he didn't know, something shameful, that made the opponent afraid to act recklessly and unable to let go and attack fiercely; otherwise, he wouldn't have been entangled with him until now.

He secretly made up his mind to make full use of this point to bargain with the opponent and then find a way to escape the opponent's clutches.

Doctor Mo walked in front of him, seemingly seeing through what he was thinking. A look of mockery flashed across his face. He first touched Han Li's chest and took out a heart-protecting mirror from there, feeling a bit dumbfounded. It turned out this object had blocked his acupoint strike.

He shook his head lightly and said nothing. Then, he took out a rectangular yellow wooden box from his bosom. This box was incredibly exquisite, carved with dragons and phoenixes; one look and it was clear it was a precious object, rarely seen by ordinary families.

Doctor Mo solemnly opened the lid in front of Han Li. Inside were several identical silver blades. These silver blades had strange shapes, looking like knives but not knives, like swords but not swords. The blades were curved, presenting a half-moon shape, and their size was similar to a dagger; they were very strange.

When Doctor Mo took a silver blade from the box, Han Li discovered that this strange blade was incredibly thin, as thin as a piece of paper. Cold light flowed and flickered on the blade's surface, making one feel it was incredibly sharp at first glance. It must be as easy to cut through flesh and blood as it was to cut through clothing. What was even stranger was that at the end of the silver blade's handle, a pair of tightly closed eyes of a ghost head was embedded. This ghost head had a green face and fangs, with two horns on its head, looking extremely ferocious.

Doctor Mo held this strange blade and glanced sideways at Han Li with a meaningful look.

This action made Han Li's hair stand on end. Could it be that his crow's mouth had really guessed it right, and the opponent was going to use this strange blade to cut him up?

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