Chapter Fifty-One: The Giant's Majesty

  Once poisoned by "silk fragrance", its toxicity will spread through blood vessels and gradually spread throughout the body.

  In a short period of time, ordinary people who have been poisoned by this toxin will be fine and there is no great danger. However, if it's a martial artist, then it poses a fatal threat. The person who has been poisoned must not move their inner energy during this period, otherwise it will accelerate the onset of the toxin, causing the blood in the whole body to flow backwards, resulting in unbearable pain.

  But once the poisoning time is longer and the toxicity penetrates deeper into the body, it becomes even more troublesome.

  Although he had regained control over his true energy, he had to take an antidote every day to suppress the toxicity. Otherwise, his entire skeletal system would slowly undergo a strange transformation, causing his body to begin shrinking, eventually becoming like rotten mud and shrinking into a ball, paralyzed on the ground and unable to move.

  What's even more frightening is that, since the toxicity has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, there is no way to completely eradicate it. One can only rely on taking medication for a long time to alleviate symptoms, making the toxicity temporarily dormant, like a silken thread wrapped around one's body, accompanying one for life, inseparable and unwavering.

  The materials used to prepare this poison are diverse and many of them can be replaced with other items, although the consequences are the same, but the specific toxicity varies from person to person, becoming unpredictable. The antidote is naturally different, only the person who made the poison can treat the symptoms and inhibit the toxicity. Others, even if they know the method of preparing "Xiang Si", have no way to prepare an antidote.

  In this way, the life of the poisoned person is in the hands of the poisoner, and they can only obey without daring to resist.

  Mo Dai's doctor filtered through his memories of "entwining fragrance threads" in his mind, and he already understood the reason for Han Li's fearlessness.

  He sneered inwardly, his face unchanged, and said calmly:

  "Is this your last resort?"

  "Kid, if you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve, then surrender quietly!"

  Han Li's heart sank as he saw Mo Dafu's expression remain unchanged, seemingly unfazed by his threat, and knew that he must have miscalculated somewhere.

  He could see that Mo Dafu was really not taking the poison to heart, and the other party's "Xiang Si" poison on his body didn't seem to bother him at all, without touching his nerves in the slightest.

  Moreover, Han Li was very clear that he was at a disadvantage, and the other party seemed to have already grasped him tightly.

  Seeing Han Li's silence, Mo Daifu chuckled and a sly glint flashed in his eyes as he let out a loud shout:

  "Get Iron Slave and bring him down for me."

  As soon as he heard this, Han Li immediately remembered that after entering the house, he seemed to have completely forgotten an important person. He didn't think much about it and used his toes to hook the iron pike at the edge of his foot, which automatically jumped into his hand.

  At that moment, a huge black shadow with a fierce gust of wind suddenly emerged from one corner of the house and appeared right in front of him, its speed was so fast that Han Li had no chance to dodge.

  Helpless, he could only thrust the sharp cone in his hand straight at the black shadow's abdomen, hoping to slightly block it and give himself a chance to dodge and catch his breath.

  Using a small awl to stab at the abdomen is really not feasible. But Han Li had no choice, the opponent was too tall and large, and the blade in his hand was only an inch long, so he could only reach this place.

  Han Li suddenly felt as if he had collided with some kind of non-human monster. The wrist that was stretched out seemed to have been struck by a giant wooden club, and it directly dislocated, while his body retreated several steps in a row due to the impact. The iron awl in his hand was like being stabbed into stone, and it flew out, disappearing without a trace.

  Han Li's heart was still reeling with shock and anger, having barely managed to steady himself after the impact. Just as he felt a darkness in front of him, an enormous shadow loomed over him, followed by a searing pain in his shoulders. Two massive hands clamped down on his shoulder blades, giving him the feeling that he was about to be crushed.

  Han Li struggled desperately for a few moments, but his body was like being pressed under a huge mountain, unable to move at all.

  In his desperation, he didn't care about anything else, lifted his knee and fiercely kicked the giant shadow's crotch.

  "Ahh!" Han Li cried out in pain, cold sweat dripping down his face. The opponent's fatal spot was also incredibly hard, and he felt like his kneecap had shattered into several pieces, just like an egg hitting a rock.

  However, this move seemed to infuriate the other party, and the giant hand on his shoulder suddenly exerted a few more points of brute force, causing Han Li to feel almost faint with pain, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

  "Easy, Iron Slave. This man, I still have great use for." Just at this critical moment, the rebuke of Mo Daifu was heard.

  As soon as the words fell, Han Li felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and the pain on top greatly reduced. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief in his heart, for the first time finding Mo Daifu's voice so pleasant to listen to. However, amidst the celebration, the doubts that had been entwining his mind for a long time grew even more intense.

  From the very beginning, Han Li realized that Mo Daifu, for some unknown reason, would always hold back at critical moments, as if afraid of hurting himself. He naturally wouldn't think that his opponent was being merciful on purpose. There must be something he didn't know about, something unspeakable, that made his opponent hesitant to launch a fierce attack, or else they wouldn't have been entangled with each other until now.

  He secretly made up his mind to make full use of this point and haggle with the other party, and then find a way to escape from the other's grasp.

  The doctor walked up to him, seemingly seeing what he was thinking, a mocking expression flashed across his face. He first touched Han Li's chest and took out a protective mirror from there, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned. It turned out that this object had blocked his acupuncture points.

  He gently shook his head and said nothing, then took out a rectangular yellow wooden box from his bosom. The box was exquisite, with carved dragons and phoenixes on it, and at first glance, it was known to be a valuable item that ordinary families rarely saw.

  The doctor opened the box cover in front of Han Li, and inside were several identical silver blades. The shape of these blades was strange, like a knife but not a knife, like a sword but not a sword. The blade was curved, in a half-moon shape, and its size was similar to that of a dagger, very unusual.

  When Mo Dafu took out a silver blade from the box, Han Li only discovered that this strange blade was extremely thin, like a piece of paper. The cold light flowed and flashed on the blade's surface, making people feel its sharpness at first glance. It must be used to cut through flesh and blood, just as easy as cutting clothes. What's even more bizarre is that at the end of the silver blade's handle, there was an inlaid ghost head with closed eyes, a green face with fangs, a long double horned head, extremely ferocious.

  Mo Dafu held this strange blade and gave Han Li a deep, meaningful glance out of the corner of his eye.

  This move made Han Li's hair stand on end, could it be that his ominous words had actually come true, and the other party was going to use this strange blade to cut himself.