The three characters "Majiang Shou" were slowly spoken by Doctor Mo, his deep voice seeming to emanate from beyond the heavens, carrying an incomparable magic that caused Han Li to pause, momentarily stilling his forward steps. As soon as the words fell, a surge of fierce aura erupted from Doctor Mo, growing stronger like a storm intensifying—first a gale, then a downpour—spreading outward in all directions and filling the entire small room. Han Li, who had been approaching, was suddenly caught off guard by this sudden, overwhelming force, driven backward several steps before he could regain his balance and steady himself. His face grew pale, his mind filled with astonishment—he realized that Doctor Mo had surely summoned his true masterstroke, a move that must have left a significant impression after the earlier sword strike. "Heh, heh! Young man," said Doctor Mo with a warm smile, "to witness my signature technique, the Majiang Shou—well, that's truly a rare fortune." The booming, arrogant voice of the Ink Doctor resonated loudly in Han Li’s ears, though fortunately it lacked internal power, so its impact was not severe. It seemed the opponent deliberately chose not to reuse a method that had already failed—this gave Han Li considerable reassurance. Yet, hearing the name "Magnetic Silver Hands" mentioned with such pride on two consecutive occasions made Han Li turn his gaze toward the doctor’s hands. Upon doing so, Han Li’s eyes widened in astonishment, and his tightly closed lips slightly parted. He observed that the Ink Doctor’s arms, from the elbows upward, which had previously been thin and wiry, suddenly expanded as if filled with air—now not only noticeably thicker but even more so. More striking still, the dry, yellowish skin had transformed into a silvery-white hue, reflecting a cold, metallic luster under the sunlight, as though as solid and unyielding as genuine silver. "Is this truly the Ink Doctor’s genuine strength?" "Seeing this, Han Li's heart sank. The hand gripping the sword handle involuntarily broke into a fine sheen of cold sweat, making his palm utterly damp. With limited combat experience, he found even breathing now a heavy burden, simply due to the sudden shift in his opponent's aura and the strange movements of the latter's two hands. Yet on the surface, Han Li maintained his composure, his calm expression betraying no signs of unease, as though completely indifferent to the doctor's lofty demeanor. The doctor, however, grew somewhat dissatisfied. Though he had begun to regard Han Li with fresh eyes, he still felt that employing his most refined technique on a young man barely over twenty was a bit of a waste—like using a bull's horn to kill a chicken. He hoped to see Han Li genuinely frightened, at a loss, so that his display would truly have been worthwhile." "You know, I find your demeanor quite intolerable. A mere youngster still fresh out of the nest, yet you go around acting as if you've got everything perfectly under control." Doctor Mo spoke coldly, laying bare his disdain for Han Li. "Oh, really? To make Doctor Mo feel so displeased—that is indeed a privilege. I believe I shall continue to cultivate and expand upon this strength in the future." Han Li no longer remained silent, countering with sharp, mocking remarks, hoping to expose some flaw in his opponent's stance. Yet clearly, Han Li's attempt fell short. Doctor Mo did not speak further, instead clapping his hands together with a sharp 'thud,' the sound of metal on metal, disrupting the calm. Then, with a sudden movement, he rose into the air, his body becoming a rushing gust of wind, advancing with the force of a mountain pressing down directly upon Han Li. It seemed he was no longer willing to delay, but instead intended to rely on his divine prowess to strike down Han Li in one decisive move. Han Li's expression grew serious as he focused intently on the attacker's approach. Only when the opponent had leapt to his head did Han Li raise his short sword, driving it straight toward the vital spot—the opponent's throat. Dr. Mo, seeing Han Li so confident and unwilling to retreat from his strong assault, felt a surge of satisfaction. With a fierce smile, he exclaimed, "Die!" Then, he used one of his silver hands to grasp Han Li's sword barehanded, while the other hand surged forward, aiming at Han Li's shoulder and delivering a powerful strike. Yet, though the strike toward Han Li's shoulder appeared thunderous and forceful, it actually carried only half of his full strength—far falling short of the fierce words he had uttered. In fact, he seemed overly cautious, fearing to seriously injure Han Li, and the reason for this discrepancy remained unclear. Han Li naturally had no idea of the true nature of the situation, but even if he did, he would not have risked his flesh and blood to test the firmness of the other’s palm. Instead, he merely slightly shook his wrist, causing his short sword to suddenly swing horizontally and swirl into a silver disc the size of a wheel, which shielded his upper body. Doctor Mo’s lips curled with a touch of contempt, yet the momentum of his two palms remained unchanged—he pressed steadily and, one after another, surged into the sword’s light, showing no intention to retreat. A sharp, resonant clang rang out as Han Li’s short sword struck the massive, silvery palm, sending a few sparks flying. The blow not only failed to harm the other’s skin but was actually rebounded high into the air. Seizing this moment, Doctor Mo flipped his palms and extended a single finger, gently tapping it against the sword blade, which had not yet had time to retract. Han Li felt a sudden warmth in his虎 (grip), and instantly, his sword shot off at a slant, flying with no hesitation or lingering affection, deeply embedding itself into the wall. The second silver hand, following swiftly, suddenly shifted from palm to claw, reaching for Han Li's琵琶bone to seal his movements and capture him alive. As the situation rapidly deteriorated and Han Li seemed deeply ensnared, he showed no sign of panic. With a slight shake of his shoulders, his entire form blurred, transforming into a delicate vapor that surged straight ahead, passing right through the eyes of the Doctor Mu. The Doctor Mu, astonished by this ethereal movement, used the momentum of his descent to raise his hands into a thick silver shield, fully enclosing the vapor and showing no intention of letting Han Li go. Yet this vapor was truly extraordinary—it suddenly curled outward in all directions, seeping through the silver shield at an angle so strange and unexpected that it seemed impossible. Then, it made a sharp turn and rushed toward the corner on the left side of the Doctor Mu's room, where it finally halted and gradually solidified, revealing Han Li's true form.