"The Magic Silver Hand."
These three words slowly escaped from Doctor Mo's lips. His deep voice seemed to come from afar, carrying an incredible power that made Han Li momentarily stunned, halting his forward steps.
As soon as the words fell, Doctor Mo's body suddenly erupted with a surge of formidable aura. It was like a violent storm, growing stronger and spreading outwards, filling the entire small room.
Han Li, who was approaching, was confronted by this sudden violent aura, causing him to stagger backward several steps before steadying himself.
Han Li's face changed drastically, his heart filled with shock. He realized that the other party might have unleashed their true strength to deal with him, likely influenced by the intensity of the previous sword strike.
"Hehe! Boy, it's a rare privilege for you to witness my famous technique, the Magic Silver Hand."
Doctor Mo's deafeningly proud voice echoed in Han Li's ears, though thankfully it carried no internal force, so the impact wasn't too severe. It seemed that the opponent was not inclined to use failed tactics against him again, which relieved him somewhat.
However, hearing Doctor Mo proudly mention the name "Magic Silver Hand" twice in a row made Han Li glance at the man's hands involuntarily.
This glance filled Han Li's eyes with astonishment. The previously closed lips slightly parted.
Doctor Mo's hands, from the elbows upwards, suddenly expanded as if filled with air. The thin arms swelled up as if inflated, becoming more than a circle thicker than before. What was even more surprising was that the dry yellowish skin had turned silver-white. Under the sunlight, it reflected a cold metallic luster, seemingly indestructible, as if made of true silver.
"Is this Doctor Mo's true strength?"
Seeing this, Han Li's heart sank. The hand gripping the sword couldn't help but sweat profusely, making his palm extremely moist. His lack of experience in combat with others made him feel unusually burdened just from the change in the opponent's aura and the strangeness of his hands.
However, Han Li maintained a calm exterior, showing no signs of fear. His serene expression seemed oblivious to Doctor Mo's arrogance.
Doctor Mo was somewhat displeased. Although he held Han Li in high regard, he felt that employing his ultimate skill against a teenager was somewhat of a waste. It felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Thus, he hoped to see Han Li terrified and clueless, truly justifying his display of power.
"Do you know that your expression annoys me? A brat like you, always pretending to be confident, as if everything is within your control."
Doctor Mo's voice was cold and disdainful, not bothering to conceal his disdain for Han Li.
"Oh, really? It's an honor to annoy our esteemed Doctor Mo. I believe in the future, I will continue to cultivate this virtue extensively."
Han Li finally retorted, hoping to provoke some flaws in the opponent's speech.
However, it was clear that Han Li's attempt failed. Doctor Mo didn't continue speaking. Instead, his hands suddenly struck, emitting a metallic friction sound that disturbed Han Li's peace of mind.
Then, he flickered, soaring into the air with a wave of his silver hand. The whole person turned into a gust of wind, rushing straight towards Han Li with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down.
It seemed that he didn't intend to delay any longer and wanted to rely on his divine skill to capture Han Li in one fell swoop.
Han Li's expression also became serious, focusing entirely on the opponent's approach. As the opponent leaped to his head, Han Li raised his sword and thrust it directly at the opponent's vital point—his throat.
Seeing Han Li's audacity, Doctor Mo couldn't help but feel delighted. He sneered, "Die!" Then, he separated one of his silver hands, blatantly reaching for Han Li's sword, while the other hand aimed for Han Li's shoulder, slashing down fiercely.
However, the palm aimed at Han Li's shoulder seemed fierce, but it only used half of its strength. Compared to the tough words spoken, there was no match at all. Instead, it seemed that he was afraid of seriously injuring Han Li, showing some sort of subtlety.
Han Li naturally didn't know the truth, but even if he did, he wouldn't use his flesh and blood to test the hardness of the opponent's palm. He gently flicked his wrist holding the sword, and the short sword suddenly turned into a silver ball the size of a wheel, protecting his upper body.
Doctor Mo sneered, but his two hands remained unchanged in their approach, stubbornly plunging into the swordlight without any intention of dodging.
With a crisp clang, Han Li's sword struck the silver hand, splashing a few sparks, but instead of harming the opponent's skin, it was rebounded high.
Seizing this opportunity, Doctor Mo flipped his hand, extending a finger to lightly flick the blade, causing a hot sensation in Han Li's palm. The object in his hand "whooshed" and flew out, embedding deeply into the wall without any hint of regret.
The other silver hand that followed immediately transformed into claws, aiming for Han Li's collarbone, intending to immobilize him and capture him alive.
Seeing the situation taking a turn for the worse, Han Li didn't show any signs of panic. His shoulder shook slightly, and his whole person blurred, suddenly transforming into a wisp of light smoke under Doctor Mo's nose, rushing straight forward.
Seeing this ghostly movement, Doctor Mo was also taken aback, but taking advantage of his falling momentum, he turned his hands into a thick silver screen, enveloping all the light smoke underneath, showing no intention of letting Han Li go.
However, the smoke was incredibly sinister. It suddenly dodged in all directions, penetrating out from under the silver screen in an unimaginable and eerie angle, then abruptly turned and rushed to the corner of the room to Doctor Mo's left, finally stopping and gradually becoming clear, revealing Han Li's true face
