Chapter 49: A Box within a Box

  Just as the two sides were about to make contact, Han Li slightly twisted the blade in his hand, tilting it at an angle that was off by just a tiny bit. It wasn't much of a change, but to Mo Daifu's eyes, it was a transformation of epic proportions.

  The doctor only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and suddenly rose up more than ten dazzling white lights, the light was extremely strong, without any shelter to reflect into his eyes.

  He muttered to himself "this is not good", he hastily retreated backwards and immediately closed his eyelids, but it was too late, the white light flashed into his eyes in an instant, leaving no room for reaction.

  The doctor's eyes suddenly felt a heat, and then his eyeballs were sore and tears kept flowing out. He didn't have time to wipe away the tears, and he forced himself to open his eyes to look outside, but all he saw was a vast expanse of white. Not only could he not see objects clearly, but even the outlines of things became hazy and unclear.

  At this time, he was both shocked and angry in his heart, and he regretted that he had accidentally fallen into the other's trap again.

  However, Mo Dafu had been traveling the world for a long time and still had rich experience in dealing with all kinds of dangers. On the one hand, he kept retreating backwards without stopping, trying to pull away from his opponent and delay for some time; on the other hand, he withdrew his palms and waved them continuously in front of him, relying on the magic silver hands that could deflect swords and guns to cover the vital parts of his upper body.

  He had already made up his mind, before his eyes recovered normally, he would never take the initiative to attack again. All attacks had to wait until he could see clearly before launching, lest he fall into this cunning little devil's trap again.

  Now, Mo Daifu has long abandoned his original underestimation and this battle with Han Li is no less dangerous than the life-and-death battles he had with powerful enemies in the past.

  Although he couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly, Mo Dahfu perked up his ears and listened intently, trying to judge his next move from the sound.

  He seemed to vaguely see a figure flashing in front of him, followed by a sharp sound, accompanied by a cold wind, rushing towards him from the front.

  As for Han Li's assassination, Mo Dafu was not only not panicked in his heart, but also delighted.

  His opponent's methods were indeed somewhat childish. If he had quietly hidden aside and launched a sneak attack, he might have been in trouble, but with such a big show of attacking head-on from the front, what was there to be afraid of? He had long since mastered the art of discerning sounds, and could clearly hear even the slightest movement, whether it was the straight thrust of a short sword or the delicate stab of an embroidery needle.

  Mo's doctor heard the truth, but intentionally slowed down in his hands, revealing a small flaw in front of him. Sure enough, the sudden attack sound immediately turned around and drilled in from that empty space, then rushed straight to his throat.

  The doctor's face twisted into a smile, and his right hand, which had been waiting for a long time, suddenly shot out, grasping the sword blade with lightning speed, holding it tightly, not fearing the sharp edge of the short sword.

  The other party clearly knew it was not good, and with great force, he violently pulled the short sword back several times, but under the control of the magic silver hand, he could not move a single inch, and it was all in vain.

  The doctor felt a few points of pride in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless again with his hands. In order to prevent the other party from waking up and running away, he suddenly used 100% of his strength with one hand, pulling the short sword towards him, wanting to pull Han Li over from the opposite side and then subdue him personally. However, he felt that his hand was light and airy, as if there was nothing in it.

  He was shocked to find that the sword blade in his hand, which had been firmly grasped just a moment before, had suddenly become so light and effortless. Even if Han Li had let go of it, it shouldn't have felt so weightless.

  The doctor had not yet figured out what was happening when he suddenly felt a sharp, piercing sound exploding in front of his throat, as if a thin object was hurtling towards him at an extraordinary speed. Before the thing even arrived, the shockwave it generated made his Adam's apple ache slightly.

  He didn't have time to think much, his body's neural reflexes made him react first, his head suddenly tilted to one side, desperately leaning in that direction, his neck twisted at an unbelievable angle, trying to avoid this fatal blow.

  The deep foundation that had been tempered for many years finally came into play at this moment, and Mo Dafu only felt a chill on his neck. The sharp object slid past the nape of his neck, only slightly scratching the skin, without causing him greater harm.

  After dodging the move, Mo Dafu was afraid that his opponent still had a follow-up move that hadn't been used yet. He didn't dare to think too much and unexpectedly learned from Han Li's escape technique at the beginning. His body fell to the ground and he rolled away like a lazy donkey, leaving Han Li far behind before daring to stand up again.

  After Mo Daifu stood up straight, he felt a burning pain on the back of his neck. He couldn't help but touch the wound and found that his hand was wet with what seemed to be a lot of fresh blood.

  He hastily sealed the nearby blood vessels with two fingers and stopped the bleeding.

  At this point, he was finally scared, feeling that the previous one was impossible to dodge, and unexpectedly, his body's super-normal play, escaped by a hair's breadth.

  Thinking of this, Mo Dafu couldn't help but raise his head and take a look at Han Li. It was only then that he realized the objects in front of him were now clear and visible, and his vision had unknowingly returned to normal.

  Only Han Li was seen, with a face full of resentment staring at Mo Daifu, clearly discontented that his opponent had escaped once again.

  He was holding a sharp-pointed weapon about an inch long, which looked like an extremely short cone from its shape, but the handle was still the original sword handle, and it looked a bit strange overall, with some bloodstains on it, exactly the weird blade that had injured Mo Dafu.

  The doctor's face was cold and gloomy, his eyes filled with anger. He had been on the verge of death several times and could no longer bear it, just about to explode, when he suddenly felt that his right hand seemed to be grasping something.

  He lowered his head to take a look, it was a hiltless sword, light and airy. He picked it up carefully and examined it closely, only then did he suddenly realize that the blade of the sword was hollow. Judging from the size and shape of the empty space inside, what was hidden within was precisely that sharp cone. The blade of the sword was merely an outer cover designed to deceive people's eyes.

  In an instant, his anger was extinguished by this unexpected discovery.