Chapter 48: Deceptive Words

  The ink doctor lightly fell to where Han Li was originally standing, without any hesitation, and turned around like a ghost, with his face facing him again. The proud color on his face had completely faded away, leaving only a wooden expression, but his eyes revealed a hint of unusualness that was not easily noticeable.

  At this time, Han Li's situation was not good either. He kept panting heavily, his face was somewhat pale, and a thread of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, with an abnormal flush on his cheeks.

  All this has already been said, and Han Li's life-saving trick just now had exhausted most of his physical strength. It was very likely that next time, he would be unable to use the same skill again.

  He let out a deep breath, and Han Li relaxed his body as much as possible to alleviate the heavy burden on his muscles from using "Luo Yan Step" earlier. Now, he could only seize every opportunity to recover some of his physical strength, so that in the next round of fighting, he would have a few more chances of winning.

  Han Li looked down again, his left hand still slightly trembling, completely numb and without any sensation, unable to hold a sword. It seemed that the left-handed sword he had been practicing in secret was temporarily useless, and he could only fight with his remaining right hand.

  Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Now that he had lost more than half of his physical strength, he could no longer use the mysterious "Luoyan Step". What's worse, he could only fight with one hand now. This was really a situation that couldn't get any worse. It seemed that he had no choice but to use his last resort.

  Han Li glanced at the sun outside the house and estimated that the time was about right, just suitable for displaying this move.

  He took another glance at the short sword stuck in the wall, this weapon seemed to have no chance of being retrieved, the other side would not let him go back for it so easily.

  Han Li hesitated for a moment, then took out another weapon from his bosom. It was also a half-foot long scabbard short sword, but due to its small size, it would be more accurate to call it a dagger than a short sword. After drawing the sword out of its scabbard, it looked much thicker and wider than an ordinary dagger, shining brightly with a sharp edge.

  Han Li put the scabbard aside, switched to holding the sword in his right hand, stretched out his arm, and pointed the tip of the sword at an angle towards his opponent, assuming a attacking posture.

  The doctor looked at all this with a calm and collected expression, but he didn't rush forward to attack. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, and his face suddenly became gentle. In a warm and gentle voice, he advised:

  "Han Li, you've dodged me multiple times, I must say it's beyond my expectations. Do you think you can be as lucky as last time and escape from my grasp again? The footwork you used earlier was quite impressive, but it seems to have some significant limitations. Just looking at your physical strength, it's unlikely you can execute it smoothly again. Why not surrender quietly? You should see that I don't intend to heavily injure you. If you comply with me, things might not be as bad as you imagine."

  Mo's attitude changed like a chameleon, giving Han Li goosebumps. The other party was sometimes gentle and sometimes cold-blooded, now speaking with a heavy heart to persuade himself to surrender, really making Han Li wonder what to say. Did he think that at this time he would be dizzy and fall for such a ridiculous trick?

  However, the other party's words had instead increased his confidence by a few points. If they hadn't been wary of him, why would they use such childish tactics to deceive him?

  Han Li grasped everything in an instant, let out a sigh, and gently shook his head. Without saying a word, he used the short sword in his hand to make a few strokes on the opponent's body, conveying all his meaning.

  The doctor's blue veins on his forehead jumped up and down several times, seeing Han Li completely ignoring his own advice, but instead using the weapon in his hand to provoke him, he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart.

  "You don't know what's good for you!"

  He took a big step forward and spat out again: "A thousand miles apart".

  Then in an instant, he lightly floated to a place only a few steps away from Han Li, as if he had teleported, leaving people amazed.

  Han Li seemed to be shocked as well, his face pale with fear, hastily retreating two steps and creating some distance between them. He then held the short sword horizontally in front of him, its blade shimmering with a faint cold light, blocking Mo Daifu's path. It was as if he had completely forgotten the bitter defeat he suffered during their previous encounter.

  Mo Daifu sneered to himself and naturally wouldn't kindly remind his opponent. He split his palms, sending two streams of energy towards Han Li in a pincer movement, ignoring the cold glint in his eyes.

  Just as the two silver hands were about to rush into the sword light, a soft laughter suddenly came from the opposite side. The laughter was smooth and refreshing, like the triumphant smile of a hunter seeing his prey step into a trap.

  Mo's eyes widened in his heart, and he unconsciously slowed down his pace, his body stiffening for a moment, but then he heard another cold and icy sentence:

  "You're really being taken for a ride now, look at the short sword in my hand!"

  At the sound of the voice, Mo Dafu involuntarily looked towards the short sword, only to see that his opponent had stopped the dance-like movement in his hand at some point and was now posing in a strange posture. His upper body was slightly arched back, with the short sword held horizontally at his waist by one hand, while his lower body was in a tense, ready-to-pounce stance, making him look like a bizarre archer about to shoot an arrow.

  On the short sword mentioned in the conversation, apart from some faint blue light flashing, there was nothing unusual about it, which left Mo Dafu somewhat stunned. Could it be that the other party had set up such a strange posture, plus deceitful words to deceive him, and wanted to disturb his mind, so as to take advantage of it?

  Mo Dahfu couldn't help but want to mock his opponent a few words, but suddenly saw Han Li rush forward like an arrow shot from a strong bow, and his speed was so fast that Mo Dahfu's face changed color.

  Mo Dahfu hastily brought his separated hands together, intending to clamp down on the opponent's sword blade with his palms. However, he saw the short sword in front of him lightly sway and transform into over a dozen identical-looking sharp blades that stabbed towards him from different directions, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

  Mo Daifu snorted, and his evaluation of Han Li dropped a few more points. In front of such a master, using such a flashy but useless move, wasn't that just asking to die? He could see the true sword edge with one glance.

  He widened his eyes, locked onto the true sword's origin, and with his hands still in the same stance, he accelerated his movement by a few folds, attempting to shatter the sharp blade with one move, leaving his opponent empty-handed.