Chapter 87: A Display of Skill

"Where?" Han Li snapped back to awareness and asked urgently.

"Over there!"

Following Li Feiyu’s gaze, Han Li finally spotted Zhang Xiuer, pale-faced, standing among two other female participants in the death duel. She wore a silken white dress, her almond lips slightly bitten, looking like a fragile white flower, pitiful and delicate.

"How could someone as frail as Miss Zhang take part in such a bloody duel? Has Wang got his wits mixed up?" Han Li still couldn’t believe his eyes, speaking in disbelief.

"Miss Xiuer is also a core disciple of the Seven Absolutes Hall. Didn’t I tell you that?" Li Feiyu smiled bitterly upon hearing this, revealing news that stunned Han Li.

Han Li fell silent.

Clearly, the remaining elite among the Seven Mysteries Sect here were few, and their Sect Master Wang had no pity for beauty—desperate to win the death duel, he had even sent out a woman like Zhang Xiuer. It seemed he was gambling everything.

"Brother, no more words. I’m staying with Xiuer. Take care of yourself!" Li Feiyu clapped Han Li on the shoulder and softly spoke, then turned and walked into the crowd.

He hadn’t taken two steps when a soft sigh came from behind, followed by a whisper of wind—and beside him stood another person: Han Li.

"What’s the big deal? It’s just a death contract duel. This little scene won’t faze me. We’ve been friends long enough—I’ll lend a hand."

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu said nothing, slammed his fist hard against Han Li’s chest, and muttered, "Good brother! Thank you!"

Han Li smiled without speaking. As he himself had said, he had followed partly because his bond with Li Feiyu ran deep—he couldn’t bear to watch him face danger alone—and partly because he was confident in his skills, certain that the Wild Wolves Gang’s so-called experts posed no real threat to one who had mastered Fireball Technique and Wind Riding Spell. He also felt a quiet eagerness to test his own current strength.

The two strode boldly through the crowd, heading straight toward Wang Juechu. On the way, they tore off their Duan Shui Sect robes, revealing their Seven Mysteries Sect attire.

Their sudden appearance before the crowd and abrupt change of identity left both sides stunned, frozen in place—no one moved to stop them, allowing them to walk easily to Wang Juechu’s side.

"Master Li."

"Dr. Han."

At that moment, several Seven Mysteries Sect disciples recognized the two famed members and cried out in shock.

Zhang Xiuer, seeing Li Feiyu, was overjoyed—her lovely face lit up with delight. Had there been fewer witnesses, she would have rushed into his arms to pour out her heart.

Sect Master Wang also recognized them. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes—he was taken aback by their sudden appearance.

"Deputy Hall Master Li Feiyu, pays his respects to the Sect Master," Li Feiyu announced loudly.

"We both wish to sign the death contract and join the blood duel. We beg the Sect Master’s approval." He didn’t wait for a reply but stated his request outright. Han Li stood silently beside him, clearly deferring to Li Feiyu.

Upon hearing Li Feiyu’s words, the words of reprimand that had risen to Wang’s throat vanished—he let out a faint smile, his cold face softening slightly, and said gently:

"Good! True to our Seven Mysteries Sect! With Master Li joining the duel, our chances of victory increase. But Dr. Han, you should not participate. Your medical skills are invaluable to our sect. If you were to perish in the duel, the loss would be too great."

Han Li smiled slightly. Before Li Feiyu could explain, he shifted his body—and vanished right before Wang Juechu’s eyes.

Wang Juechu was startled, about to scan the area, when Han Li’s lazy voice came from behind.

"Does my skill meet the Sect Master’s standards? I believe I can protect myself even in the death duel. I beg you to honor my loyalty."

Wang Juechu’s heart trembled. He had never imagined that Han Li, famed in the sect for his medical skill, possessed such terrifying mobility—he had been silently infiltrated from behind without a single warning.

"Incredibly dangerous skill! Who is this man? What is his purpose lurking in our sect?" A string of terrifying thoughts flooded Wang Juechu’s mind.

He turned and looked at Han Li, still appearing harmless, then glanced toward his three senior uncles.

His three senior uncles’ expressions had changed slightly—their eyes revealed clear shock. Clearly, Dr. Han’s skill had deeply alarmed them too.

Several conflicting thoughts circled in Wang Juechu’s mind before he finally made his decision.

He burst into loud laughter, then said warmly:

"If Dr. Han is so loyal to our sect, how could I, as Sect Master, refuse?"

He pointed to two of the weakest duelists already selected and ordered them to step down, replacing them with Han Li and Li Feiyu. He then had the two sign the blood-red death contract first, using black ink, making them the first official participants in the duel.

The commotion on the Seven Mysteries Sect’s side was clearly seen by Jia Tianlong. Though surprised by the addition of two new experts, he gave it little thought—he was certain no mortal flesh could withstand the Flying Sword Technique of Golden Light Immortal.

Thus, once both sides had signed the death contracts and exchanged the documents, the blood duel—where only one side could walk out alive—finally began.

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