Doctor Mo's Will! Han Li is Furious!

"Doctor Mo, for all your cunning, you never imagined you'd fall into the hands of us brothers, did you?"

Han Li spoke, his tone brimming with newfound confidence after witnessing Han Feng's overwhelmingly dominant strike.

In his eyes, victory was all but sealed.

"Truth be told, if you hadn't harbored those crooked designs against me, this debt of teaching and guidance..."

"Han Li, I particularly detest that smug look of yours, as if victory is already in hand."

Doctor Mo let out a dry, rasping laugh, cutting off Han Li's words.

Having schemed for years, how could he resign himself to failure so easily?

With a flicker of movement, Doctor Mo produced a paper packet from his robes and flung it open!

Another cloud of gray-white dust!

Under normal circumstances, a man of his standing would never stoop to such lowly tricks against a junior like Han Li.

But now, the situation had changed entirely.

This sudden appearance of Han Feng forced him, a senior master, into such desperate measures.

Amidst the swirling dust, Han Feng moved.

He showed no intention of dodging, charging straight into the haze of gray smoke!

The next moment, sharp whistles tore through the smoke!

Six streaks of black light shot out from the other side of the dust cloud, their angles vicious, sealing off every possible escape route for Han Feng.

Thud!

A muffled impact—one of the black streaks struck Han Feng squarely in the chest.

"Heh heh..."

Doctor Mo's cold laugh echoed from within the smoke, dripping with triumphant glee.

He knew Han Feng's Internal Force was formidable, but so what? The Butterfly Darts he used were coated with a lethal poison that killed on contact with blood!

To preserve Han Li's perfect body for his Body Seizure, he had directed all his attacks solely at Han Feng.

"Iron Slave, kill the tall one!"

At Doctor Mo's command, the side door of the wooden hut exploded inward with a thunderous crash, shattered by an immense force!

Wood splinters flew as a figure over three meters tall charged in.

The giant was shrouded in a loose cloak, his face hidden, yet he exuded a mountain-like pressure.

Han Feng's heart remained utterly calm.

Zhang Tie.

That poor soul who had trained in the Elephant Armor Skill only to be turned into a puppet by Doctor Mo.

The Iron Slave's speed was astonishing, belying its massive frame. The moment it appeared, it lifted a foot and drove it straight toward Han Feng in the dust, the kick tearing through the air with a vicious gust!

But Han Feng was faster!

Another foot shot out from the smoke!

Boom!

A thunderously dull impact.

Under Doctor Mo's disbelieving gaze, his prized Iron Slave—whose kick could snap a tree trunk as thick as a bowl—was forcibly halted.

Then, the Iron Slave's massive body was sent stumbling backward five or six steps by an even more terrifying force, its feet cracking the wooden floorboards into fragments!

Impossible!

This man's strength surpassed even Zhang Tie's, who had been refined into an Iron Corpse!

And hadn't he already been hit by the poisoned dart? Why could he still move!

"Doctor Mo, take your leave in peace."

A calm voice rang out.

The smoke slowly cleared, and Han Feng's figure became clear again.

He stood there unharmed, casually plucking a Butterfly Dart from where it was lodged in his chest's clothing and tossing it aside.

The poisoned tip had only torn his shirt, failing to even graze his skin.

It was precisely because he knew the dart couldn't breach his top-tier Elephant Armor Skill defense that Han Feng hadn't bothered to dodge fully.

Doctor Mo stood frozen.

He saw that Han Feng's bronze skin bore not even a faint white mark.

Fear—unprecedented fear—seized his heart in an instant.

"You..."

Han Feng gave him no chance to speak further.

He slowly drew the long blade from his waist, circulating his Internal Force.

Hum!

A solid Blade Aura, half a zhang long, suddenly burst forth from the edge of the sword. The biting chill dropped the temperature inside the wooden hut by several degrees.

Doctor Mo was utterly broken.

Internal Force manifesting into form! A Blade Aura half a zhang long!

This... this was simply not a realm that mortal martial arts could achieve!

Forget the Seven Profound Sect—even looking across the entire martial world of Yue Country, one would be hard-pressed to find a monster who had cultivated their Internal Force to such a level!

He wanted to flee, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Before absolute power, all his schemes, all his conspiracies, seemed utterly laughable.

Han Feng's figure flickered.

A Blade Aura, like a white ribbon, cut through the barrier of space.

Puchi.

A line of blood bloomed on Doctor Mo's neck. His old face, etched with shock and unwillingness, froze in an instant.

His corpse toppled straight to the ground.

"Whew... it's finally over!"

Han Li let out a long breath, his entire body relaxing.

But then, a surge of complicated emotions welled up inside him.

He felt a pang of melancholy—the first time he had participated in killing someone, it turned out to be the master who had taught him his skills.

Yet, before he could sort through his tangled thoughts, the Iron Slave, who had just been driven back, let out an inhuman roar and charged at the two of them again!

Han Feng's form flickered as he stepped forward to meet him.

He didn't strike to kill, merely using the back of his blade to deftly parry the Iron Slave's storm of attacks.