Published: August 15, 2025
Chapter 92: Sword Talisman
Everyone who saw this scene thought they must be seeing things.
Originally, when people saw the gray light turn and fly toward the members of the seven mysteries sect, they thought the dwarf had changed his mind, planning to kill off the other disciples with lower martial arts first, and then come back to deal with the gray-clothed man.
But to everyone’s surprise, after the gray glow flew into the crowd, it was casually taken by an ordinary-looking disciple with just a wave of his hand. This was simply unbelievable!
On the side of the seven mysteries sect, including Sect Master Wang and the gray-clothed man, everyone was overwhelmed with joy and relief at this unexpected turn of events.
Wang Juechu, in his ecstatic state, was extremely grateful for his foresight in agreeing to let Han Li participate in the deathmatch. He knew that whether anyone could survive the deathmatch, and whether the seven mysteries sect could continue to exist, all depended on this suddenly unfathomable doctor Han.
Li Feiyu, who knew Han Li a bit, was now wide-eyed, unable to close his mouth for a long time. Though he knew his friend was different from others, the fact that he could take the flying sword of a sword immortal on the spot made him feel like he was dreaming, dizzy and dazed.
As for Zhang Xiu'er, Elder Li, and Jia Tianlong on the opposite side, they were all dumbfounded, their facial expressions each uniquely spectacular.
Numerous gazes filled with fear, doubt, and surprise fell on Han Li, but Han Li remained calm and smiling, seemingly not bothered by so many eyes staring at him.
No one knew, however, that beneath Han Li’s composed exterior, his heart was deeply troubled.
God only knows, Han Li never intended to act now! He had originally planned to wait until the dwarf carelessly removed his golden shield before launching a sneak attack. At that time, he would quietly sneak behind him and use a small “fireball” to easily finish him off.
But as the saying goes, man proposes, heaven disposes. Han Li was simply irritated by the gray glow flying around and, without realizing it, used the object manipulation technique he had practiced countless times and easily seized the item.
The ease of the seizure far exceeded all expectations. He merely extended his magical power onto the gray light, effortlessly erasing the dwarf’s spiritual power presence and establishing a connection between himself and the gray light. Under his command, the gray light flew awkwardly, like a baby just learning to walk, and landed by his side, successfully captured.
Now Han Li was secretly pleased to have easily taken the enemy’s treasure, but at the same time, he was worried that he would have to face the dwarf head-on.
He knew very well that he wasn’t confident about forcibly breaking through the opponent’s turtle shell. The only thing giving him some confidence was that his magical power was several times deeper than the other’s.
Of course, from Han Li’s expression, there was no sign of worry at all. Because he clearly knew that if one seized the psychological upper hand, it would translate into many advantages during actual combat and increase the chances of victory. This was a trick he had learned from the blink sword manual.
Therefore, after seeing the dwarf’s wary and hostile demeanor, Han Li showed the opposite: a confident look, as if everything was under control.
He leisurely toyed with the newly acquired treasure in his hand. The gray glow in his hands was still lively and shifting, its cold light flickering, making it hard to discern its true shape.
Han Li looked up at the somewhat pale dwarf and smiled faintly. He wrapped his hands with magical power, gently rubbing the gray glow between his palms. The light on the gray glow immediately dissipated, revealing its true form. It was a talisman paper, and an unusual one at that, depicting a small gray sword.
The gray little sword on the talisman was vividly drawn, almost lifelike. Even without magical power activating it, the sword emitted a faint glow, as if it were a peerless sharp blade, radiating an intimidating chill.