Chapter 46: One Sword to Break the Cauldron

  The doctor looked at his left hand with a hint of surprise before shifting his gaze to Han Li, opening his mouth with disdain:

  "Interesting, it seems that you haven't been idle for the past year, and have actually practiced such a strange skill. But do you really think that with just these few moves of a three-legged cat's kung fu, you can be my opponent?"

  "It seems I haven't moved for a long time either. It's not bad to take the initiative and move my hands and feet personally. Let you make the first move!"

  Han Li didn't care about the verbal blows from his opponent. He had already decided to take the initiative and strike first, gaining an advantage.

  His left hand's short sword was held horizontally in front of him, attracting the opponent's line of sight. Meanwhile, a white paper package slipped out from his right sleeve and landed in the palm of his right hand. He raised his hand and with a flick, a large amount of white powder poured out of the package, instantly turning into a thick white smoke that enveloped Han Li's entire body, making his figure blurry and indistinct. The smoke quickly spread throughout the room, filling it with a white haze, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of their face. Han Li also mysteriously disappeared into the fog.

  Mo Dahfu furrowed his brow, somewhat unexpectedly at Han Li's move, but in his heart he didn't think much of it. With his rich experience, he had plenty of ways to counter such a lowly trick. He was only holding his breath for fear that the smoke would be tampered with, and with his profound skills, he could easily go three to five quarters without taking a breath, no problem at all.

  "Hmph, a minor trick, and you dare to show off in front of me!" Mo Dafu let out a cold snort, his right hand suddenly slapping an empty palm, striking the smoke, the white fog in front of him was like it had been stirred by a giant rod, immediately churning up, revealing a clear large hole.

  Not seeing Han Li's figure, Mo Tai Fu didn't stop his hand, opening his bow left and right, cutting the air with a dozen or so palm strikes, driving away the smoke from inside the house through the front door, clearing it out completely. The room returned to normal, except for the absence of one person, Han Li.

  "It's strange, this kid actually has some skills, he can actually make himself disappear right in front of him." Mo Dafu was somewhat surprised, but not at all flustered. After all, he had been guarding the entrance, and even if a fly flew by, it wouldn't escape his notice.

  He carefully scanned the entire room, the many bookshelves around him, a desk and an armchair, everything was normal, there was nothing different about it. But how could Han Li, a big living person, disappear in such a small space?

  Mo's expression didn't change, but he had some doubts in his heart. He coughed a few times and walked unsteadily towards the corner of the house where Han Li disappeared, wanting to take a closer look at what was going on.

  As he walked to a distance of one zhang from the corner of the house, he stopped and narrowed his eyes. He had already sensed a faint killing intent that was lingering in the vicinity, targeting him, ready to strike.

  The doctor's eyes shone brightly as he carefully scanned the surroundings, but still couldn't find anything unusual. He began to feel anxious, and since there was no one around, he wondered if she had vanished into thin air.

  "Heaven and earth" - he felt a stir in his heart, as if he had grasped some key point, just when he was about to think deeply and pursue it further, but suddenly heard a "clang" sound above his head.

  "Not good!" Mo Daifu suddenly realized, only then did he understand that his opponent was hiding on the roof. He didn't have time to look up, "Whoosh", with a swift motion, he threw a fierce palm strike upwards, wanting to shock down the guy who was hiding above him and planning to harm him.

  A loud rumbling sound followed closely by the force of the palm strike, accompanied by a few crisp "ding-dong" sounds.

  The doctor looked up and saw nothing but a black iron bell hanging from the beam, swaying back and forth in the wind, making a ringing sound, where was Han Li's figure?

  Just as Mo Tai Fu raised his head to look up, a cold light suddenly flashed out from under his feet with the speed of lightning, swiftly stabbing towards his abdomen. The speed was so fast that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as swift as electricity. It wasn't until the light was about to touch his clothes that Mo Tai Fu finally realized what was happening.

  The doctor was shocked and pale, in the midst of panic, he suddenly came up with an iron plate bridge, his entire body bent like a spineless person, from the middle to the back, he folded himself in half, barely letting the sword pass, allowing the short sword to stick close to his belly and slide past, tearing open a long and narrow slit on his abdominal clothes, almost giving him a big evisceration.

  After letting the sword pass, Mo Dafu still didn't dare to relax, his feet were like springs, his body hadn't moved, but he automatically slid back several meters before daring to look up again, looking towards where the sword light had flown with a mixture of shock and anger.

  Only to see the ground near where he was standing earlier, slowly bulging up, and getting higher and higher, finally forming a yellow human figure, which is Han Li combining his Bone Shrinking Technique, Breath Holding Technique and Concealment Technique.

  At this time, he was wearing a earth-yellow shirt that was exactly the same as the floor, holding in his left hand the short sword that had almost made a great achievement, and his eyes were showing a look of regret. It seemed that he felt sorry for that one sword just now.

  Mo Daifu's originally sallow complexion had turned somewhat greenish, and he was still reeling from the shock of that earlier sword strike, his heart racing with fear. He wasn't some novice who hadn't experienced danger before, but being so close to death was a rare occurrence in his life, and even more so when it was at the hands of someone he had always looked down on - Han Li.

  He took a deep breath and his expression finally returned to calm, saying in a slightly hoarse voice:

  "It seems I underestimated you a bit, my dear apprentice! This move of yours is quite impressive and worthy of my serious consideration."

  After finishing the domineering words, Mo Dafu slowly raised his hands and placed them in front of his eyes, gently staring at his own hands without saying a word, as if he was infatuated with his own hands like a lover, seemingly forgetting Han Li completely.

  Han Li raised an eyebrow and sneered, grasping the hilt of his short sword with one hand. He took small steps, slowly approaching Mo Daifu.