A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 47: Demon Silver Hand vs. Luo Smoke Step

“Demon Silver Hand.”

These three words slipped slowly from Doctor Mo’s mouth. The deep, resonant voice seemed to drift in from beyond the heavens, carrying an unbelievable magic that caused Han Li to momentarily freeze, halting his steps forward.

As soon as the words fell, a sudden burst of fierce energy exploded from Doctor Mo’s body. The murderous aura surged like a violent storm, growing stronger with every moment and spreading rapidly in all directions, filling the entire small room.

Han Li, who was walking toward him, was struck head-on by this sudden wild momentum. He was forced to stagger backward several steps before managing to steady himself and stand firm.

Han Li’s face changed dramatically, his heart filled with shock. He realized that Doctor Mo had probably unleashed his true secret technique to deal with him. Evidently, the sword strike earlier had dealt a significant blow to the old doctor’s pride.

“Heh heh! Kid, to witness my famed ultimate skill, Demon Silver Hand, you can count yourself truly fortunate in three lifetimes.”

Doctor Mo’s arrogant voice rang loudly in Han Li’s ears. Fortunately, it did not contain internal force, so its impact was limited. It seemed Doctor Mo despised using a failed technique repeatedly against him, which reassured Han Li somewhat.

Still, hearing Doctor Mo proudly mention the name “Demon Silver Hand” twice in a row made Han Li involuntarily glance toward the old doctor’s hands.

The sight shocked Han Li to no end. His lips, previously tightly sealed, parted slightly.

Doctor Mo’s hands, from the elbows up, had suddenly swollen as if filled with air. The once emaciated arms grew significantly thicker—at least one size larger. Even more astonishing, the dry yellow skin had transformed into a silver-white hue, reflecting a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, resembling unbreakable pure silver.

“So this is Doctor Mo’s true power?”

Seeing this, Han Li’s heart sank. His single hand gripping the sword hilt began to sweat profusely, making his palm extremely damp. After all, he had very little experience fighting others. Just from the drastic change in aura and the strange appearance of Doctor Mo’s hands, he felt as if even breathing became much heavier.

However, Han Li’s outward expression returned to calm, as if nothing unusual had happened. His face showed no trace of doubt or fear, as though he completely ignored Doctor Mo’s arrogance.

Doctor Mo felt somewhat displeased. Although he had begun to admire Han Li, he still thought it was a waste to use his trump card against a teenager barely in his teens, like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. He had wanted to see Han Li terrified and helpless so that his display of power would feel justified.

“Do you know, your expression really irritates me—a young brat who hasn’t even left the breast milk stage, yet you pretend to be confident and in complete control of everything.”

Doctor Mo said coldly, openly expressing his disgust toward Han Li.

“Oh? Is that so? To be disliked by Old Mo is an honor. I’ll make sure to develop this ‘virtue’ even further in the future,” Han Li retorted sarcastically, no longer silent. His words intended to bait Doctor Mo into exposing some weakness through speech.

But obviously, Han Li’s attempt failed. Doctor Mo said no more. Instead, with a loud “bang,” he clapped his two hands together, creating a metallic grinding sound that unsettled the mind.

Then, his figure shifted and he leapt into midair, swinging his silver giant palm. His entire body became a fierce gale as he charged down toward Han Li like the crushing weight of Mount Tai.

It was clear he had no intention to linger further and wanted to rely on his divine skill to end Han Li in one blow.

Han Li’s expression turned grave as well. He focused intently on the attack, and just as Doctor Mo leapt over his head, Han Li raised his dagger and thrust it straight toward the old man’s vulnerable spot—the throat.