Chapter 47: Mo Yin's Hand Against Luo Yan

  "Mystic Silver Hand"

  These three words were slowly spat out of Mo Daifu's mouth, and the low voice seemed to come from afar, carrying an inexplicable magic power that made Han Li also pause, stopping his footsteps.

  As soon as the words fell, Mo Daifu's body suddenly burst out with a fierce and violent aura, which was like a raging storm that grew stronger and stronger, spreading rapidly in all directions, filling the entire small house.

  Han Li, who was walking over, was caught off guard by this sudden burst of violent energy and was knocked back several steps before he could steady himself.

  Han Li's face changed drastically, his heart filled with a sense of shock and horror, knowing that the opponent had probably brought out their ultimate move to deal with him. It seemed that the previous sword strike had given him quite a stimulation.

  "Haha! Kid, you're lucky enough to witness Old Man's legendary move, Magic Silver Hand. You should consider yourself fortunate."

  Mo's arrogant voice, which was deafening to the ears, buzzed in Han's ear, but fortunately it didn't contain any internal force, so the impact wasn't huge. It seemed that his opponent didn't bother to use a method that had failed before against him again, which made him feel somewhat at ease.

  However, after hearing Mo Dafu mention the name "Mo Yin Shou" twice in a row, Han Li couldn't help but glance at his opponent's hands.

  This sight filled Han Li's eyes with a shocked expression, and his originally tightly closed lips couldn't help but slightly open.

  Only the doctor's hands were seen, from his elbows up, his originally thin arms suddenly puffed up like they had been inflated, becoming thicker than before by more than a circle. What was even more astonishing was that his originally dry and yellow skin had turned silver white, reflecting a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, seeming indestructible, just like it was made of real silver.

  "Is this Mo Daifu's true strength?"

  Han Li's heart sank, and the single hand grasping the hilt of his sword couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, making his palm extremely moist. After all, he had too little experience in fighting against others, and merely from the drastic change in his opponent's aura and the sinister appearance of their hands, he felt as if even breathing was becoming much more laborious.

  However, Han Li still maintained a calm and collected demeanor on the surface. His tranquil face did not reveal even a hint of guilt, as if he was completely unfazed by Mo Daifu's haughty attitude.

  Mo Dai was somewhat displeased. Although he had already looked at Han Li with new eyes, he still felt that using his ultimate move on a teenager in his early teens was a bit of an overkill, giving him the feeling of killing a chicken with a bull knife. Therefore, he hoped to see Han Li's frightened and flustered appearance, which would be more worthy of his display of power.

  "Do you know that your expression really makes me disgusted? A young and inexperienced kid like you, yet you always pretend to be so confident and in control of everything." Mu Daifu said coldly, not hiding his hatred for Han Li.

  "Oh, is that so? Being able to make Mo Lao feel disgusted is my honor. I think in the future, I will continue to develop this advantage." Han Li also broke his silence and counterattacked with sarcastic words, hoping to expose some flaws in his opponent through language.

  However, Han Li's attempt clearly did not succeed. Mo Dafu didn't continue speaking and instead slapped his palms together with a loud "crack", producing a metallic scraping noise that made people's hearts feel uneasy.

  Then, his body flashed and he was already in mid-air, swinging a silver giant palm, transforming into a gust of wild wind, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down, rushing straight at Han Li.

  It seems he is no longer going to drag on and wants to rely on his divine work to take down Han Li at once.

  Han Li's expression also turned grave, his eyes fixed intently on the opponent's incoming attack. Just as the opponent landed on top of his head, he raised his short sword and thrust it straight at the opponent's vital spot - the throat.

  Mo Dahfu saw Han Li being so arrogant, and unexpectedly not retreating from his own fierce attack. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, and with a ferocious smile, he said: "Go die!" Then, he split out one of his silver hands, bare and naked, to grab Han Li's short sword, while the other hand aimed at the shoulder area, fiercely chopping down.

  However, the palm he slapped on Han Li's shoulder looked fierce and powerful, but in fact, it only used half of his strength. Compared to the harsh words from his mouth, it was not consistent at all. On the contrary, he was afraid of seriously injuring Han Li, and there seemed to be some mystery behind this.

  Han Li naturally didn't know the truth behind it, but even if he did, he wouldn't use his own body to test the hardness of the opponent's palm. He only saw that the wrist holding the sword lightly shook, and the short sword in his hand suddenly turned sideways, forming a silver ball the size of a chariot wheel, protecting his upper body.

  The doctor's mouth corner revealed a sneer, but the momentum of his two palms did not change, and he forcibly thrust them into the sword light, without any intention of dodging.

  A crisp "clang" sound, Han Li's short sword chopped onto the silver giant palm, splashing a few sparks, not only did it fail to hurt the opponent's fur, but was instead bounced back high.

  Mo Daifu took advantage of the opportunity, flipped his palm over, stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped the sword blade that was too late to retract. Han Li felt a heat in his tiger's mouth, and the object in his hand "swished" away, without any lingering intention, deeply inserted into the wall.

  Another silver hand followed closely behind, suddenly changing from a palm to a claw, grabbing towards Han Li's clavicle, wanting to seal his mobility and capture him alive.

  Just as the situation was about to take a turn for the worse, Han Li was already in a precarious position, but he didn't show any signs of panic. He slightly shook his shoulders, and his entire body suddenly became blurry. Under Mo Daifu's eyelids, he transformed into a wisp of smoke and charged forward in a straight line.

  Mo Daifu was also shocked to see the ghostly figure's movement, but he took advantage of his falling momentum and transformed his hands into a thick silver screen, enveloping all the light smoke beneath it, without any intention of letting Han Lide leave.

  But the smoke and dust were incredibly strange, suddenly swooping down in all directions at an unimaginable angle, seeping out from under the screen, then making a sharp turn, rushing to the left corner of Mo Daifu's house, before finally stopping and gradually clearing up, revealing Han Li's true face.