Chapter 1122: Wild Grass
Before Doctor Zhao and Lin Qin could celebrate even for a second, Han Yimo was also sent flying.
Doctor Zhao hurriedly reached out and caught him midair, feeling that Han Yimo was already completely dazed and disoriented.
Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion, then looked at Han Yimo. "What happened to him?"
"Uh..." Doctor Zhao didn't even know where to begin. "Maybe you accidentally hurt him...?"
"Hurt him...?" For a moment, Xiaoxiao didn't quite understand. "My 'Framing' was meant for the person in front of me... How did he end up taking half of it?"
Doctor Zhao looked down and examined Han Yimo, who was barely conscious.
"No way... man... you..." Doctor Zhao shook Han Yimo vigorously, trying to bring him back to his senses. "You seriously can't bear to take any loss, can you...? You even steal other people's stuff?"
"Ouch..." Han Yimo opened his eyes, still somewhat unfocused. "What kind of skill just landed on my head... Is it the 'Buddha's Wrath Lotus'...?"
"Snap out of it!" Doctor Zhao shook Han Yimo frantically. "You're starting to talk nonsense..."
"Too fast... couldn't see clearly..." Han Yimo murmured. "Couldn't even dodge it..."
Doctor Zhao looked at Lin Qin with a conflicted expression, and they both showed signs of distress. For Han Yimo, this wasn't even a problem of being unable to dodge—no matter where he ran, he would still remotely receive the damage from "Framing."
"How about Han Yimo and I try to slip away...?" Doctor Zhao asked timidly. "If we don't leave soon, he's definitely going to die..."
"That's not a solution..." Lin Qin thought for a moment. "If you go alone with Han Yimo, the situation will be even more dangerous than it is now..."
"Uh..." Doctor Zhao realized the problem too. After all, Han Yimo was "Disaster Magnet."
"The best course of action is to let him die here." Lin Qin pointed at Han Yimo. "There's no point in carrying this 'time bomb' around. Forget about him. Let Xiaoxiao finish him off along the way."
Although Lin Qin said Han Yimo was useless, Doctor Zhao had a feeling that wasn't the case... From a subjective perspective, Han Yimo was just like him—a wild grass being casually trampled in a storm. No one cared whether someone like them lived or died. The only reason he himself had been protected until now was because he was "Separation."
Once he successfully destroyed that giant bell and display screen as entrusted, it would be good news for the "Jidao" group. But for Doctor Zhao, he would no longer even have the value of "Separation." At that point, he would be like Han Yimo—discarded in this terminal city at any moment.
From an objective perspective, Doctor Zhao also didn't think Han Yimo was a "time bomb." If he were truly that dangerous, Qi Xia would have a hundred ways to get rid of him. Yet Han Yimo had survived until now—didn't that prove something?
So this time, both emotionally and logically, they should protect Han Yimo. What if he really did still have a role to play later...?
"Xiaoxiao..." Doctor Zhao turned to look at her, then said with an awkward expression, "Could you stop using 'Framing' for now...?"
Lin Qin was astonished. Even in this six-versus-one situation, Doctor Zhao was going to interfere with Xiaoxiao's tactics?
Xiaoxiao blinked, staring at Doctor Zhao with a hint of confusion.
Doctor Zhao continued, "I thought you were amazing just now—strong and skilled in combat. But once you used 'Framing,' it didn't seem as impressive as before..."
Lin Qin suddenly sensed that Doctor Zhao might have some kind of tactic. It sounded like he was giving a psychological patient some kind of suggestive command.
"How could my strength possibly come from 'Framing'...?" Xiaoxiao grinned. "Even if I really don't use it, these people are no match for me... They just don't dare to fight me!"
The few men around her felt insulted. They stopped dealing with the unconscious man in the tank top and started closing in on Xiaoxiao.
"You mean we're afraid of you...?" one of them said. "If we don't use 'Echoes,' we'll definitely make you pay."
"Fine!" Xiaoxiao laughed. "That's perfect!"
Despite the harsh words, what followed was almost a one-sided massacre. Xiaoxiao had clearly undergone extremely rigorous training. Her strength, endurance, reaction speed, and combat skills were far beyond ordinary people.
She took down each of them with a single blow, then followed up with heavy strikes and kicks to their heads, one by one knocking them unconscious.
Witnessing this, Doctor Zhao finally understood why Yan Zhichun had said that Xiaoxiao could largely ensure his safety. Whether through her combat abilities or her "Echoes," she would ensure he reached the end alive—that was likely her purpose.
After dealing with four men, Xiaoxiao moved her massive frame toward the last man standing.
Often, reality was as absurd as cheap melodrama. These men hadn't even had a chance to shout or engage in any thrilling "Echoes" showdown before Xiaoxiao effortlessly laid them flat.
Before they could struggle for even a second, they lost consciousness.
The gap between an ordinary person and a trained fighter was huge. Add to that the rule of "no limit on life or death" and "no compensation required," and the difference in killing power grew even wider.
The last man scrambled to get away from Xiaoxiao, his mind racing for any countermeasure. If an iron rod couldn't even bring her down... how was he supposed to kill her?
The only option was to use people—lots of people. Even legendary ancient generals and elite soldiers couldn't withstand an endless wave of enemy attacks.
"HELP!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Xiaoxiao noticed the danger and immediately stepped forward, throwing a punch aimed at his temple. But his figure suddenly flickered—some kind of "Echo" had activated. Her fist passed right through his head, as if hitting a reflection in water.
The man's body returned to solid form as he ran, shouting, "There's a stray 'Rebel' group here!! Come kill them!!"
"Damn it..." Xiaoxiao frowned, quickly formulating a plan. She grabbed a stone, locked her eyes on the man ahead, and smashed it hard against her own thigh.
But this time, "Framing" failed. She only felt a sharp pain in her thigh, followed by Han Yimo's scream. The man in the distance was completely unaffected.
Without hesitation, she hurled the stone with all her might toward his head. Hearing the wind cutting through the air, the man turned back and quickly made his body ethereal again. The stone passed straight through the back of his skull.
No one had expected that, while the man was useless in a fight, he was first-rate at running away.
"Haha... damn it." Xiaoxiao let out a bitter laugh. "Time to run."