How was she supposed to deal with this?
The entire mine was shaking, and more and more dirt and timber were falling. Meanwhile, Feng Han's situation was becoming increasingly urgent. 444 was extremely anxious.
"Host, the proper route has already been blocked. Their purpose is obvious—they want to stall him and make him die in here. Can't we save him first and worry about the rest later?"
"You said you used half a tube of Strength Potion on me just now?"
Su Qiao steeled herself and walked two steps outward, but in the end, she stopped.
Gritting her teeth, she leaned Old Master Su against the wall and set him down to one side.
Yes.
"Then using Pluck Flowers and Fly Leaves—or Flying Stones—shouldn't be a problem."
Su Qiao began feeling around for pebbles on the ground.
444 hurriedly reminded her, "Wait, wait! You're only a fourteen-year-old country girl right now, and the kind who doesn't even recognize a single character. You absolutely can't know martial arts."
Su Qiao was in a bad mood and did not bother with it at all.
After scooping up a handful of pebbles, she ran back to the tunnel entrance.
Thanks to her considerable strength, the small pebbles became no less than little iron balls in her hands.
"Ah... aah!"
The six or seven men surrounding Feng Han, trying to drag him into dying together with them, suddenly felt intense pain shooting through their knees. Then, like falling dominoes, they screamed one after another and collapsed onto the ground.
Su Qiao had shown no mercy. The small stones had smashed straight through their kneecaps.
On closer inspection, each of their knees had a bloody hole, with blood pouring out nonstop.
Feng Han was stunned for a moment.
Then he abruptly turned his head, his