Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn’t help but wonder if their eyes were playing tricks on them.
At first, when people saw the gray light turning back and flying toward the Seven Mysteries Sect members, they thought the dwarf had changed his mind—planning to first kill off the other disciples with weaker martial skills before returning to deal with the man in gray.
But who could have imagined that when the gray light flew into the crowd, an ordinary-looking disciple effortlessly caught it with a mere wave of his hand? It was simply unbelievable!
On the Seven Mysteries Sect’s side, everyone—including Sect Leader Wang and the man in gray—was both shocked and overjoyed at this sudden turn of fortune in the face of certain death.
Wang Juechu, in his ecstatic relief, felt immensely grateful for his foresight in allowing Han Li to participate in the death duel. He knew that whether everyone could survive the death duel and whether the Seven Mysteries Sect could endure hereafter now entirely depended on this suddenly enigmatic Dr. Han.
As for Li Feiyu, who knew Han Li somewhat well, his jaw dropped in astonishment, remaining agape for a long time. Although he had always sensed that his friend was somewhat unusual, the fact that Han Li could seize an immortal’s flying sword on the spot left him feeling as if he were in a dream, utterly bewildered.
As for Zhang Xiuer, Elder Li, and their opponents like Jia Tianlong, they were equally dumbfounded, their faces displaying a spectacular range of emotions.
Countless gazes—filled with fear, doubt, and astonishment—fell upon Han Li. Yet Han Li remained perfectly composed, a faint smile on his face, seemingly unbothered by the intense scrutiny.
But no one knew that beneath his calm exterior, Han Li was inwardly quite frustrated.
Heaven knew Han Li had never intended to act so soon! His original plan was to wait until the dwarf let his guard down and retracted the golden shield before launching a sneak attack. By then, he could have stealthily approached from behind and ended the dwarf with a simple “fireball” spell.
However, as plans often go awry, Han Li had merely been irritated by the gray light darting around. Almost unconsciously, he used the “Object Control Technique” he had practiced countless times and effortlessly seized the object.
The ease of the capture took him completely by surprise. He simply extended his magical power over the gray light, effortlessly erasing the dwarf’s spiritual energy and establishing a connection between himself and the light. Under his command, the gray light wobbled unsteadily like a toddler learning to walk before flying to his side, where he smoothly caught it.
Now, on one hand, Han Li was secretly pleased with how easily he had seized his opponent’s treasure. On the other hand, he was somewhat worried about having to confront the dwarf head-on.
He was well aware that he had little confidence in forcibly breaking through the dwarf’s defensive shell. The only thing giving him a sliver of confidence was the fact that his magical power was several times greater than his opponent’s.
Of course, no trace of worry could be seen on Han Li’s face. He knew deeply that psychological advantage often translated into tangible benefits during actual confrontations, increasing one’s chances of victory—a trick he had learned from the “Blinking Sword Manual.”
So, when he saw the dwarf treating him as a formidable enemy, Han Li adopted the opposite demeanor, projecting an air of unwavering confidence.
He casually toyed with the newly acquired treasure. The gray light in his hand continued to flicker and extend, its cold glow shimmering, making it impossible to discern its true form.
Han Li glanced up at the pale-faced dwarf and smiled faintly. He enveloped his hands in magical power, clasped the gray light between them, and gently rubbed. The radiance of the gray light instantly dissipated, revealing its true form—a talisman, and a peculiar one at that, depicting a small gray sword.
The gray sword on the talisman was exquisitely detailed, lifelike as if real. Even without the infusion of magical power, the sword emitted a faint, flowing light, resembling a peerlessly sharp blade exuding an intimidating chill.
Seeing this, Han Li felt somewhat disappointed. Clearly, this was not a flying sword or any kind of magical treasure. Though unusual, it was still just a talisman.
But then he recalled the majestic display of power the talisman had exhibited earlier and felt somewhat consoled. After all, he had witnessed its might firsthand, and he knew it would undoubtedly be of great use to him in the future.
Han Li casually tucked the talisman into his robe. He didn’t dare use it openly in front of its original owner—who knew what tricks the dwarf might have embedded in it? Moreover, his “Object Control Technique” had only been practiced a few times on actual objects and was still quite rudimentary. Even if he used the talisman now, it was unlikely to harm his opponent.
Across from him, the Golden Light Master watched helplessly as Han Li pocketed his treasure. Rage boiled within him, but he lacked the courage to confront Han Li directly. The fact that Han Li had so easily erased his spiritual energy from the talisman indicated that Han Li’s magical power was at least several times greater than his own. He simply didn’t have the nerve to pick a fight.
Seeing the dwarf hesitate, angry yet too afraid to speak up, Han Li knew he had completely intimidated his opponent, who remained unaware of his true capabilities. Emboldened, Han Li decided to push his bluff even further.
After casting the Wind Riding Technique on himself, Han Li flickered several times and appeared right in front of the dwarf.
The Golden Light Master, startled by Han Li’s ghostly movement, grew even more fearful. He instinctively took a few steps back and timidly whispered, “What do you want? I haven’t seized any mineral resources here, nor have I picked any spiritual herbs or medicines. I merely accepted some gold from mortals. I haven’t infringed upon your local clan’s interests. You have no reason to kill me.”
Hearing this, Han Li was inwardly delighted. He realized the dwarf had mistaken him for a member of a cultivation clan. His confidence surged again. Deliberately, he smiled faintly and adopted a mysterious tone, quietly asking, “Might I ask who you are? Why have you involved yourself in mortal affairs and disrupted the order of the local mortal world? This puts our clan in a difficult position.”
Hearing the mild tone in Han Li’s voice, as if he had no intention of attacking, the dwarf perked up immediately. His small eyes darting around, he hastily explained, “I am a disciple of the Ye Clan from Qin Ye Ridge. I was merely passing through this area and only intervened because of some past ties with the Wild Wolf Gang’s leader. I had no intention of deliberately offending your clan. I hope you can forgive me, brother. May I ask the name of your esteemed clan? I will surely visit to apologize in person!”
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