Han Li lowered his head and thought carefully. It seemed clear now that he could not possibly avoid having the other person assess his internal energy—otherwise, it would truly be impossible. The other had immediately offered him the remedy for the "Shi Chong Pill," clearly demonstrating some goodwill. If he now continued to be hesitant and obstructive, it would only raise suspicion, making the other believe that he had not actually mastered the Fourth Level of Changchun Technique, but had instead been deceiving him with false claims. In that case, the situation would surely deteriorate, possibly leading to further unforeseen complications. Moreover, he had anticipated this very scenario and had already made several preparations—so even if the other were to immediately turn against him after taking his pulse, he would still have solid means of escape. With this in mind, Han Li looked straight into the eyes of the ink doctor, spoke slowly and deliberately, "Master Mo, in appreciation of your prompt and sincere offer of the remedy, this is my final act of trust in you. I hope you will not let me down." Upon finishing, he extended his right wrist, carefully observing the doctor's reaction—should anything seem amiss, he would immediately retract it. Alas, Doctor Mo had maintained his forced smile throughout, showing no noticeable change. Only when he heard the doctor's agreement did his eyebrows slightly lift, then immediately settle back into their original position—clearly, he had already been confident in Han Li's response. He said nothing further, extended his dry left hand and gently placed it upon Han Li's wrist. His smile gradually faded, becoming solemn and dignified, as though performing a sacred ritual. Han Li silently sustained the strength of his fourth layer, feeling a growing sense of unease and alertness, raising his vigilance to its highest level, and subtly pressing his left hand against his waist, where a custom-made, sheathed short sword was kept. Gradually, Doctor Mo's expression brightened with genuine surprise—he had now sensed the unusual energy flowing continuously through Han Li's meridians, a strength far exceeding his initial expectations. Even though he was as seasoned and deeply strategic as ever, with plans laid out over a long time, his face could not help but light up with joy when the long-anticipated grand scheme finally seemed within reach. Just a moment ago, his smile had been forced—now, it flowed naturally from his heart. "Excellent! Truly the Fourth Level Changle功! Hah! Hah! What a wonderful development! Hahaha! Hahaha!" Doctor Mo burst into loud, unrestrained laughter, his laughter echoing throughout the room, yet his hands remained firmly clasped on韩立's wrist, never releasing their grip. "Doctor Mo, what are you doing? Shouldn't you let go now?"韩立's expression darkened. He had sensed something was amiss and tried to pull his right hand free, but Doctor Mo held him firmly, motionless. "Let go? Very well—I will!" Doctor Mo stopped laughing and now wore a stern, determined expression. Suddenly, he roared, "Hear me now!" Han Li felt a sudden roar in both ears, his vision went black, the sky and earth blurred, and his body lost its balance—then he could no longer stand, collapsing instantly to the ground. His left hand, resting on the hilt of his sword, slipped helplessly downward. "What's going on!" Dr. Mo was taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, his mind startled. "Could it be that beneath his garments, he's still wearing a layer of iron armor?" he thought in astonishment. His eyes automatically scanned over Han Li's simple attire, but the thin appearance did not suggest the presence of an inner armor—this left him somewhat puzzled. At the very moment Dr. Mo was lost in thought, Han Li regained full control over his body. His recovery ability turned out to be far stronger than Dr. Mo had anticipated. Han Li's sixth level of Changchun Technique had not been in vain—he had regained the capacity to resist extraordinary conditions, far beyond ordinary expectations, even surprising himself. As Dr. Mo decisively set aside his lingering questions and decided to try a different method to restrain Han Li, he suddenly found that the wrist he had been firmly gripping became unexpectedly smooth, supple, and slippery—completely beyond his grasp. Stunned, he applied a little more pressure, yet with a sudden "whoosh," the other's hand slipped smoothly like eel between his fingers—now even the doctor was genuinely taken aback. Regardless of the other's astonishment, Han Li executed an unexpected roll, swiftly rolling past him to a corner of the room. Only after he had moved far enough away from the doctor did he slowly rise to his feet. Now, Han Li's face was expressionless, his eyes coldly fixed upon the doctor. He said nothing further—though he didn't know why the doctor wanted to seize him, he was certain the doctor had no good intentions. It seemed the doctor's earlier claim that he had relied on the power of Han Li's Chongchuan Technique to stimulate the vital points was a complete fabrication, utterly unreliable. For himself, and for the safety of his family, Han Li slowly drew his short sword from his waist with his left hand. The blade, only about a foot long, shimmered with a clear, vibrant green light, and its sharpness was immediately apparent—clearly a fine, well-crafted weapon. "Today, either you die or I do—only one of us will survive and walk out of this room." Han Li's voice was cold, and for the first time before Doctor Mo, he revealed his true锋.