Chapter 92

Everyone who saw this scene wondered if they had imagined it.

Originally, people had thought the gray light had changed its mind, intending to kill all the low-level disciples first before returning to deal with the gray-robed man.

But no one expected that when the gray light flew into the crowd, a seemingly ordinary disciple simply raised his hand and effortlessly took it away—this was utterly unbelievable!

On the side of the Seven Mysteries Sect, including Master Wang and the gray-robed man, all were overwhelmed with mixed joy and astonishment at this sudden turn of fortune.

In his wild elation, Wang Juechu was immensely grateful for his foresight in allowing Han Li to join the death duel. He knew that whether everyone could survive the duel, and whether the Seven Mysteries Sect could endure afterward, now rested entirely on this suddenly inscrutable Han Doctor.

Li Feiyu, who had some understanding of Han Li, stood there with his mouth gaping open, unable to close it for a long time. Though he knew his friend was unusual, the idea that Han Li could simply snatch away a celestial sword like that left him dazed, as if dreaming in broad daylight.

Zhang Xiuer, Elder Li, and Jia Tianlong and the others across from them were all speechless, their expressions a kaleidoscope of shock.

Dozens of gazes—filled with fear, doubt, and delight—all fixed on Han Li, yet he remained calm, smiling steadily, as if utterly unconcerned by the attention.

Yet no one knew that beneath Han Li’s composed exterior, his heart was seething with frustration.

Heaven knew, Han Li had never intended to act now! He had planned to wait until the dwarf let his guard down and lowered the golden shield, then strike from behind. At that moment, he could simply sneak up unseen and finish him off with a tiny “Fire Bomb.”

But plans often fail before fate intervenes. Han Li had merely grown restless watching the gray light dart about, and without realizing it, he had used the “Object Manipulation Technique,” which he had practiced countless times—and effortlessly seized the object.

The ease with which he took it far exceeded his expectations. He merely extended his magic power onto the gray light, effortlessly erased the dwarf’s spiritual energy, and established his own connection to it. Under his command, the gray light fluttered like a newborn infant learning to walk, lurching unsteadily toward him, where he smoothly caught it.

Han Li now felt a quiet thrill at having so easily seized the opponent’s treasure, yet he also worried about having to confront the dwarf head-on.

He knew he had little chance of forcibly breaking through the dwarf’s shell. The only thing giving him any confidence was that his own magic power was several times stronger than the dwarf’s.

Of course, no trace of worry showed on Han Li’s face. He understood well that psychological advantage in a confrontation granted real tactical benefits, increasing one’s chances of victory—this was a lesson he had learned from the Blinking Sword Manual.

Thus, seeing the dwarf tense up as if facing a dire threat, Han Li did the opposite—he displayed an air of complete composure.

He idly toyed with his newly acquired treasure. The gray light in his hand still flickered and pulsed with vitality, its cold radiance darting unpredictably, obscuring its true form.

Han Li glanced up at the dwarf, whose face had turned slightly pale, and smiled faintly. He wrapped his hands in magic power, clasped the gray light between them, and gently rubbed it. The glow instantly vanished, revealing its true form: a talisman, and a peculiar one at that—depicting a small gray sword.

The gray sword on the talisman was carved with lifelike precision, as if truly real. Even without any magic power to activate it, the sword emitted a faint shimmering light, radiating chilling aura like a peerless blade.

Han Li’s eyes narrowed. He felt a touch of disappointment—it was clearly not a flying sword or any such magic treasure. Though strange, it was still just a piece of talisman paper.

Yet he recalled how powerfully it had acted moments ago, and his spirits lifted. After all, he had witnessed its might firsthand—it would surely prove useful to him in the future.

Han Li casually slipped the talisman into his robe. He dared not use it openly in front of its original owner—he had no idea what tricks the dwarf might have embedded in it. Besides, his “Object Manipulation Technique” was still crude, having been practiced on physical objects only a few times. Even if he tried using it now, he doubted he could harm the dwarf.

Jin Guang Shangren watched helplessly as Han Li stowed his treasure away, his fury rising—but he lacked the courage to charge forward. After all, if Han Li could erase his spiritual energy from the talisman so easily, it meant his magic power was at least several times stronger. He had no stomach for a fight.

Seeing the dwarf shrink back, trembling with rage but too afraid to speak, Han Li knew he had fully intimidated him—and that the dwarf knew nothing of his true strength. His confidence swelled.

Han Li decided to press the advantage. He activated the Wind-Controlling Spell, his figure flickering several times before appearing right before the dwarf.

Jin Guang Shangren, startled by Han Li’s sudden appearance, instinctively stepped back several paces, his voice trembling as he whispered:

“What do you want? I haven’t seized any mineral deposits here, nor picked any spiritual herbs. I’ve only taken some ordinary gold from common folk—I’ve violated no local family’s interests. You have no reason to kill me.”

Han Li heard this and felt a quiet thrill—he realized the dwarf mistook him for a member of some immortal clan. His confidence surged further. He deliberately smiled faintly, then feigned mystery as he whispered: “Tell me, sir, who are you? Why involve yourself in mortal affairs, disrupting the secular order here? This puts our family in a very difficult position.”

The dwarf, hearing the gentle tone and sensing no immediate threat, perked up. His small eyes darted around, then he hastily protested:

“I am a disciple of the Ye family of Qin Ye Ridge. I was merely passing through. I had some old ties with the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, so I couldn’t refuse his plea for help. I never meant to offend your family—I beg your pardon, brother. May I ask the name of your family? I will surely come to apologize in person!”

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