Chapter 1122: Weeds

Chapter 1122: Wild Grass

Before Doctor Zhao and Lin Geng could even rejoice for a second, Han Yimo was also sent flying.

Doctor Zhao quickly reached out and caught him mid-air, feeling that Han Yimo was already dazed and disoriented.

Xiao Xiao paused for a moment, then looked at Han Yimo. "What's wrong with him?"

"Uh..." Doctor Zhao didn't even know where to begin. "He might have been accidentally hit by you..."

"Me...?" Xiao Xiao was a bit confused for a moment. "Didn't I use 'Jia Huo' on the person right in front of me? How did he end up taking half of it?"

After hearing this, Doctor Zhao hurriedly lowered his head and looked at Han Yimo, who was almost completely unconscious.

"No way... Buddy, you..." Doctor Zhao shook Han Yimo vigorously, trying to bring him back to his senses. "Do you really hate taking any losses? You're even snatching stuff that belongs to others?"

"Ow..." Han Yimo opened his eyes slightly, looking dazed. "What kind of skill just smashed into my head... Is it 'Fo Nu Huo Lian'...?"

"Pull yourself together!" Doctor Zhao shook Han Yimo frantically. "Why are you starting to talk nonsense..."

"It's too fast... I can't see it clearly..." Han Yimo murmured. "Can't even dodge it..."

After hearing this, Doctor Zhao glanced at Lin Geng with a troubled expression, and both of them looked worried. For Han Yimo, it wasn't about dodging at all—it meant that no matter where he went, he would remotely receive the damage from 'Jia Huo'.

"How about I take Han Yimo and slip away when I get the chance...?" Doctor Zhao asked hesitantly. "If we don't go soon, he's done for..."

"That's not a solution..." Lin Geng thought for a moment. "If you go off alone with Han Yimo, the situation will be even more dangerous than it is now..."

"Uh..." Doctor Zhao realized the problem too, since Han Yimo was essentially a "Zhao Zai."

"The best way is to let him die here." Lin Geng pointed at Han Yimo. "There's no point carrying around this 'Lei.' Just leave him and let Xiao Xiao finish him off while she's at it."

Although Lin Geng said Han Yimo was useless, Doctor Zhao couldn't shake the feeling that wasn't the case... From a personal perspective, Han Yimo was just like him—a wild grass tossed around in a storm, where people like them lived or died without anyone caring. The only reason he had been protected so far was because he was "Li Xi."

Once he failed to destroy that giant clock and screen, it would be good news for the "Ji Dao" crowd, but for Doctor Zhao, he would lose even the value of being "Li Xi," and then he could be abandoned at any time in this apocalypse, just like Han Yimo.

From an objective standpoint, Doctor Zhao didn't think Han Yimo was a "Lei" either. If he were that dangerous, Qi Xia should have a hundred ways to get rid of him, yet Han Yimo was still alive and well—which had to mean something.

So, for both emotional and logical reasons, they should save Han Yimo. What if he turned out to be useful later...?

"Xiao Xiao..." Doctor Zhao turned back to look at her, then said awkwardly, "Could you stop using 'Jia Huo' for now...?"

Lin Geng was stunned upon hearing this. In a six-against-one situation, was Doctor Zhao really going to interfere with Xiao Xiao's tactics?

Xiao Xiao hesitated, staring at him with wide eyes full of confusion.

Doctor Zhao continued, "I just thought you were really impressive earlier—strong and skilled in combat—but once you use 'Jia Huo,' it seems like you're not as amazing as before..."

Lin Geng suddenly realized that Doctor Zhao might have some kind of strategy in mind, almost like giving subtle instructions to someone with a psychological issue.

"My impressiveness... How could it be because of 'Jia Huo'...?" Xiao Xiao grinned. "Even without 'Jia Huo,' these guys aren't my match... They just don't dare fight me!"

The men nearby felt insulted by this. They stopped paying attention to the vest-wearing man on the ground and started closing in on Xiao Xiao step by step.

"What do you mean, we’re afraid of you...?" one of them said. "If we didn't have 'Hui Xiang,' we'd make you regret it."

"Great!" Xiao Xiao laughed. "That sounds perfect!"

Although they exchanged tough words, what followed was almost a one-sided slaughter. Xiao Xiao was clearly the product of extremely rigorous training—her strength, endurance, reaction speed, and fighting skills were all far superior to those of ordinary people.

She took them down one by one, then delivered heavy blows and kicks to their heads, knocking them out one after another.

Seeing this, Doctor Zhao finally understood why Yan Zhichun had said Xiao Xiao could protect his safety to a large extent. Whether through her combat abilities or her "Hui Xiang," this woman would ensure he survived to reach the end—this was probably her purpose.

After dealing with the four men, Xiao Xiao moved her massive frame toward the last one.

Often, reality was as absurd as a clichéd drama. These men hadn't even shouted loudly or used any heated "Hui Xiang" techniques before being easily taken down by Xiao Xiao.

Before they could struggle for even a second, they lost consciousness.

The difference between an ordinary person and a trained fighter was huge to begin with, and adding "no holds barred" and "no consequences" only widened the gap in lethality.

The last man scrambled away from Xiao Xiao on all fours, his mind blanking out on any strategy. If a human couldn't even be taken down with an iron rod... how else could they kill her?

In that case, the only option was numbers—lots of people. Even elite soldiers from ancient times couldn't withstand a swarm of enemies.

"Someone come quick!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Xiao Xiao realized the danger and rushed forward, swinging her fist hard at his temple. But his form suddenly turned illusory—it must have been some "Hui Xiang" activating—and her punch went right through his head, like striking a reflection in water.

The man returned to his normal state and kept running while yelling, "There are stray 'Pan Jun' here!! Come kill them quick!!"

"Oh no..." Xiao Xiao frowned, quickly thinking through her options. She picked up a rock, aimed at the man, and smashed it hard into her own thigh.

But this time, 'Jia Huo' failed. Xiao Xiao felt a sharp pain in her thigh, followed by Han Yimo's scream in the distance—the man ahead was completely unaffected.

Without hesitation, she threw the rock with all her might toward his head. As it whistled through the air, the man glanced back and his form phased out again, letting the rock pass straight through the back of his head.

No one expected that this man was terrible at fighting but excelled at fleeing.

"Ha... Damn it." Xiao Xiao gave a bitter laugh. "Run."