"Doctor Mo, you were clever your whole life, but you probably didn't expect to fall into our brothers' hands."
Han Li spoke up, seeing that Han Feng's previous palm strike held the absolute advantage, his confidence also growing full.
In his view, victory was certain today.
"Actually, if you hadn't harbored those crooked thoughts against me, this grace of imparting teachings and industry..."
"Han Li, this old man especially hates this look of yours like victory is already in your grasp."
Doctor Mo let out a dry laugh, interrupting Han Li's words.
Having schemed for many years, how could he possibly be willing to fail just like this.
Doctor Mo moved his figure, unexpectedly pulling a paper package from his embrace and fiercely scattering it!
It was another large patch of grayish-white dust!
Originally, with his status, dealing with a junior like Han Li, he would never have condescended to use such pugilistic tricks.
Yet right now, the situation was completely different.
This Han Feng who had suddenly popped out forced him, this senior expert, to have no choice but to do so.
Amidst the swirling smoke and dust, Han Feng moved.
He didn't show the slightest intent to dodge, unexpectedly charging straight into that grayish-white fog!
The next instant, a piercing whistling sound of breaking air came from within the fog!
Six streaks of black light shot out fiercely from the other side of the smoke and dust, coming at tricky angles and sealing off all of Han Feng's dodging routes.
Spurt!
With a muffled sound, one of the streaks of black light accurately struck Han Feng's chest.
"Heh..."
Doctor Mo's sneer came from within the smoke, filled with the satisfaction of a scheme fulfilled.
He knew Han Feng's internal force was formidable, but so what? His Butterfly Dart was quenched with lethal poison that killed upon drawing blood!
In order to preserve Han Li's perfect physical body for body seizure, all his attacks targeted only Han Feng alone.
"Iron Slave, kill this tall one!"
Following Doctor Mo's order, the side door of the wooden cabin was smashed to pieces with a loud "boom" by a tremendous force!
Amidst flying wood chips, a figure at least a zhang tall rushed in.
The giant was shrouded entirely beneath a wide cloak, making his specific features unclear, giving only a mountain-like sense of oppression.
Han Feng's heart remained completely undisturbed.
Zhang Tie.
That pitiful person who practiced the Elephant Armor Skill and was eventually refined into a puppet by Doctor Mo.
Iron Slave's speed was astonishingly fast, not resembling the agility his massive physique should have possessed in the slightest. The moment he appeared, he raised a foot, carrying a fierce wind that tore through the air, and kicked straight toward Han Feng in the smoke and dust!
Yet Han Feng's movement was even faster!
Equally, a foot suddenly thrust out from the smoke and dust!
Bang!
An extremely muffled, loud crash sounded.
Under Doctor Mo's incredulous gaze, the kick from his proud Iron Slave—one sufficient to shatter a bowl-thick tree—was actually blocked head-on.
Following that, Iron Slave's massive physique was kicked straight back five or six steps by an even more terrifying force, stamping the wooden cabin's floor into inch-thick cracks!
How could this be!
This person's strength was actually even stronger than Zhang Tie's, who had been refined into an Iron Corpse!
Besides, hadn't he already been hit by his poisoned dart? Why could he still move!
"Doctor Mo, peacefully be on your way."
A calm voice sounded.
The smoke gradually dispersed, and Han Feng's figure became clear once again.
He stood there safe and sound, casually pulling out a Butterfly Dart that had been stuck in the clothing over his chest and tossing it onto the ground.
The poisoned dart tip had only pierced his clothes, failing to even graze a bit of his skin.
Precisely because he knew this flying dart couldn't break the defense of his top-tier Elephant Armor Skill, Han Feng hadn't bothered to dodge with all his might just now.
Doctor Mo was completely dumbfounded.
He saw that on Han Feng's bronze-colored skin, not even a trace of a white mark had been left behind.
Fear, an unprecedented fear, instantly seized his heart.
"You..."
Han Feng didn't give him the chance to speak again.
He slowly drew the long saber at his waist, circulating his internal force.
Hum!
A half-zhang-long, solid blade aura suddenly burst forth from the blade's edge, the bone-chilling cold dropping the temperature of the entire wooden cabin by a few fractions.
Doctor Mo completely collapsed.
Internal force taking physical form! A half-zhang blade aura!
This... this was simply not a realm that mortal martial arts could reach!
Let alone the Seven Profound Sect, probably even looking across the entire Yue Country martial arts world, one couldn't find a single monster capable of cultivating internal force to such a degree!
He wanted to flee, but his legs felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.
Before absolute strength, all his calculations and all his schemes appeared so laughable.
Han Feng's figure flashed.
A white-silk-like blade aura tore through the barrier of space.
Splat.
A thread of blood bloomed across Doctor Mo's neck, and his old face, filled with shock and unwillingness, instantly froze.
His corpse fell straight down.
"Phew... It's finally over!"
Han Li let out a long breath, his entire person relaxing.
Yet immediately afterward, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
He felt somewhat melancholic; his first time participating in killing someone, and the one he killed turned out to be the mentor who taught him his skills.
However, before he could sort out his chaotic emotions, the Iron Slave that had just been repelled let out an inhuman roar and charged fiercely toward the two of them once again!
Han Feng shifted his figure, meeting the charge.
He didn't deal a fatal blow, merely using the back of his saber to skillfully parry Iron Slave's storm-like attacks.
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