Chapter 45: Magic Silver Hand vs Luo Yan Step

The three words, "Demonic Silver Hand," slowly emerged from Doctor Mo's mouth. The deep voice seemed to drift in from beyond the heavens, carrying an unbelievable magical power that caused Han Li to momentarily freeze and halt his forward steps.

As soon as the words fell, a towering murderous aura suddenly erupted from Doctor Mo. This momentum, like a violent storm, grew stronger and stronger, continuously spreading outwards and filling the entire small house.

Han Li, who was walking over, was directly hit by this sudden violent aura. He was forced to retreat several steps before he could steady himself and stand firm.

Han Li's expression drastically changed, and a wave of shock surged in his heart. He knew that his opponent had likely unleashed their true ultimate move to deal with him; it seemed the previous sword strike had provoked him considerably.

"Heh heh! Lad," Doctor Mo sneered, "to witness my renowned ultimate skill, the Demonic Silver Hand, you can consider yourself extremely fortunate."

Doctor Mo's deafeningly arrogant voice buzzed in Han Li's ears. Fortunately, it didn't contain any internal energy, so the impact wasn't significant. It seemed his opponent disdained using a failed technique against him again, which brought Han Li a considerable amount of relief.

However, after hearing Doctor Mo proudly mention the name "Demonic Silver Hand" twice in a row, Han Li couldn't help but look towards his opponent's hands.

This sight filled Han Li's eyes with shock, and his previously tightly shut lips couldn't help but slightly part.

He saw Doctor Mo's arms, from the elbows upwards, suddenly inflate as if filled with air, expanding to more than a full circle thicker than before. What was even more astonishing was that his originally dry, yellowish skin had now turned silver-white, reflecting a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, appearing indestructible, as if forged from real silver.

"Is this Doctor Mo's true power?"

Upon seeing this, Han Li's heart sank. The hand gripping the sword hilt involuntarily broke out in fine cold sweat, making his palm extremely damp. After all, he had very little experience fighting people; just from his opponent's drastic change in aura and the eerie transformation of his hands, he felt as if even his breathing had become heavy.

However, Han Li outwardly resumed his nonchalant appearance. His calm face showed no hint of unease, seemingly ignoring Doctor Mo's arrogant expression.

Doctor Mo was somewhat displeased. Although he had already gained a new appreciation for Han Li, he still felt that using his ultimate hidden skill on a teenager was overkill, like using an ox cleaver to kill a chicken. Therefore, he hoped to see Han Li terrified and flustered; only then would it be worthy of his display of power.

"Do you know, I really dislike that expression of yours," Doctor Mo said coldly, not bothering to hide his loathing for Han Li. "A mere brat who's still wet behind the ears, yet you constantly pretend to be confident and have everything under control."

"Oh, really? It's my honor to be able to disgust old Mo," Han Li no longer remained silent, countering with sarcastic words. "I think I'll certainly continue to develop this 'virtue' in the future." He hoped to make his opponent reveal some weakness through words.

However, it was clear that Han Li's attempt failed. Doctor Mo didn't speak further. Instead, he clapped his hands together with a "bang," emitting a screeching metallic friction sound that made one's mind uneasy.

Then, his figure blurred, and he was already in mid-air. Wielding his giant silver hands, his entire being transformed into a gale, rushing straight towards Han Li with the force of Mount Tai collapsing.

It seemed he had no intention of wasting more time and intended to rely on his divine skill to take Han Li down in one go.

Han Li's expression also grew solemn. He focused intently on his opponent's approach, watching as his opponent leaped directly above his head. Only then did he raise his short sword, thrusting it straight towards his opponent's vital point—the throat.

Doctor Mo saw Han Li being so overconfident, not even avoiding his strong offensive, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart. He cackled, "Die!" Then, he split off one of his silver hands, brazenly reaching out to grab Han Li's short sword, while the other hand aimed at Han Li's shoulder and chopped down fiercely.

However, this palm strike aimed at Han Li's shoulder, though seemingly powerful, in reality, only used fifty percent of its power. It was completely inconsistent with the harsh words he uttered; instead, it seemed he was afraid of severely injuring Han Li. The mystery behind this was unknown.

Han Li naturally didn't know the true extent of its power, but even if he did, he wouldn't use his flesh and blood to test the hardness of his opponent's palm. He saw his sword-wielding wrist give a slight flick; the short sword in his hand suddenly moved horizontally and was spun into a silver blur the size of a wagon wheel, protecting his upper body.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Doctor Mo's mouth, but the trajectory of his two palms remained unchanged. They forcibly plunged into the sword light one after another, without the slightest intention of avoiding it.

With a crisp clang, Han Li's short sword struck the giant silver palm, sending a few sparks flying. Not only did it fail to inflict any damage, but it bounced back high.

Seizing this opportunity, Doctor Mo flipped his palm, extended a finger, and lightly flicked the blade that Han Li hadn't had time to retract. Han Li felt a warmth in the web of his thumb and forefinger, and the object in his hand "swish," flew diagonally away without any hesitation, embedding itself deep into the wall.

The other silver hand, closely following, suddenly changed from a palm to a claw, grabbing towards Han Li's shoulder blade, intending to seal his mobility and capture him alive.

Seeing the situation rapidly deteriorate and himself in deep peril, Han Li, however, showed no signs of panic. His shoulder gave a slight shake, and his entire body blurred. Remarkably, right under Doctor Mo's nose, he transformed into a wisp of smoke, rushing straight forward.

Doctor Mo was also considerably surprised to witness such a ghostly movement technique. But using his downward momentum, he transformed his hands into a thick silver screen, enveloping the entire wisp of smoke beneath it, with no intention of letting Han Li escape.

But this wisp of smoke was truly bizarre. It suddenly swirled around and, at an unimaginable, eerie angle, literally seeped out from under the silver screen. Then, it made a sharp turn and darted to the corner of the room to Doctor Mo's left. Only then did it stop and gradually become clear, revealing Han Li's true form.