Chapter 45: Mental Calculation and Fang Ya

  Han Li lowered his head in thought for a moment, it seemed that not letting the other party detect one's own strength was really not possible.

  The other party handed over the antidote of "Corpse Insect Pill" without hesitation, and had already shown some sincerity to him. If he himself pushed three and blocked four, it would only make the other party suspect that he hadn't actually cultivated the fourth layer of Long Spring Skill, but was deceiving him with false words. This way, things would develop in a bad direction, and who knows what unexpected waves might arise again.

  Moreover, I had anticipated this move and made some preparations in advance. Even if he suddenly turned against me, I would have a way to extricate myself.

  Han Li raised his head and looked straight into Mo Daifu's eyes, slowly opening his mouth to say: "Mo Lao, since you've given me the antidote so readily, this is my last time trusting you. I hope you won't disappoint me."

  After finishing speaking, he extended his right wrist, carefully paying attention to the other person's reaction. If there was anything wrong, he would immediately withdraw it.

  Unfortunately, Mo Dafu maintained a fake smile all along and couldn't see any different changes. He only slightly raised his eyebrows after hearing Han Li's agreement, but immediately returned to normal. It seemed that he had already anticipated Han Li's answer.

  He didn't say another word, stretched out his withered left hand, and gently placed it on Han Li's wrist. His smile gradually faded away, becoming solemn and serious, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

  Han Li secretly maintained his fourth-layer strength, and upon seeing Mo Daifu's expression, he felt a bit uneasy. His vigilance immediately reached its highest level, and his left hand quietly pressed towards the waist, where there was a custom-made scabbard short sword.

  Slowly, Dr. Mo's face showed a look of surprise, he had detected the endless and strange energy in Han Li's pulse, the intensity of this energy flow far exceeded his lowest expectations.

  Even if he was old and cunning, with a deep mind, seeing the big things that had been planned for a long time finally having hope to succeed, his face couldn't help but bloom again, only this time it was not a forced smile, but a joyful expression from the heart.

  "Too good, it's really the fourth layer of Changchun Gong! Haha! It's really too good! Hahaha...!" Dr. Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing in front of Han Li, his laughter shaking the entire room with a buzzing sound, but his hand never let go of Han Li's wrist, holding on tightly all the while.

  "Mo Lao, what are you doing? Shouldn't you let go?" Han Li's face turned gloomy as he realized things were not going well. He tried to pull his right hand back with force, but it was grasped firmly by the other party, unable to move in the slightest.

  "Let go? Alright, I'll let go!" Mo Dafu's laughter had stopped by now, replaced with a ferocious expression.

  He suddenly let out a loud shout: "Halt!"

  Han Li felt a loud "boom" in his ears, his eyes turned black, the sky and earth darkened, his body lost its balance, and he couldn't stand still. He collapsed to the ground on the spot, and his left hand, which was placed on the hilt of his sword, also fell weakly apart.

  "It's all over!" Han Li's body may not be listening to him, but his mind was clear and he knew he had been careless, allowing the opponent to gain the upper hand. For a moment, he could only wait for death.

  "Kid, you're still a bit green. Now you can't even pull off any tricks!" Mo Dafu saw it just as he had expected, and with one move, he gained the upper hand, unable to help but feel a few points of pride.

  "Come here!" Dr. Mo's left hand pulled hard towards his own chest, pulling Han Li directly from the ground to his feet. He then bent down, stretched out his right index finger and pointed straight at the acupuncture point on Han Li's chest.

  "Bang!" With a loud noise, Mo Daifu's fingers seemed to have struck an iron plate, emitting a dull impact sound. The front half of his fingers were numb and aching from the rebound, and naturally, the acupuncture point was not successfully hit.

  "What's going on here!" Mo Dafu was stunned by this unexpected turn of events and his heart skipped a beat.

  "Could it be that he's wearing a layer of iron armor under his clothes?" He thought in surprise.

  His gaze involuntarily swept over Han Li's clothes, but the thin appearance didn't seem like it had a hidden armor underneath, which left him somewhat perplexed.

  At the moment when Mo Dafu's consciousness was shaken, Han Li suddenly regained control of his body. His recovery ability was much stronger than Mo Dafu had anticipated.

  Han Li's sixth layer of Long Spring Power, after all, was not a waste of his cultivation. He recovered his extraordinary abilities, far surpassing the imagination of ordinary people, which was also something Han Li himself had not expected.

  At this moment, Mo Dai suddenly threw away the doubts in his mind and wanted to use another method to subdue Han Li, but suddenly felt that the wrist he had been tightly grasping became extremely slippery and flexible, making it impossible for him to control it firmly.

  In his astonishment, he slightly increased his strength again, but with a "swish", the other's hand slipped out of his fingers like a loach. This time, Mo Dafu was really stunned.

  Han Li didn't care about the other's astonishment, he suddenly rolled over with a donkey, and quickly rolled to one corner of the house from beside the opponent, only when he was far away from Mo Dafu did he dare to slowly get up.

  At this time, Han Li's face was expressionless, his eyes coldly staring at Mo Dafu.

  He didn't say anything else, although he didn't know why the other party wanted to catch him, but he was absolutely not good for himself, that's for sure.

  It seems that what the other party said before, relying on their own Changchun Gong to stimulate the secret acupoints, is also a huge lie and cannot be trusted.

  For himself and for the safety of his family, Han Li slowly drew out a short sword from his waist with his left hand. The sword was only about one foot long, shining with a blue light that made it seem extremely sharp, an excellent sharp sword.

  "Today, it's either you die or I do. Only one of us can walk out of this room alive." Han Li's words were icy cold, and for the first time in front of Mo Daifu, he revealed his sharp fangs.