God-Level Special Forces Soldier

At this moment, Xiao Tian stood upright like a sharp sword aiming to pierce through the night sky, his eyes emitting a fierce gaze, as if cutting through all the obstacles before him and severing the person lurking in the dark from the waist down!

The next moment, the pressure that had been lingering in the scene suddenly dissipated, but Xiao Tian did not rush forward. He understood that without dealing with the person in the shadows, it would be impossible to move smoothly.

A moment later, a figure leaped over the rooftop, tracing a standard parabola to land in front of Xiao Tian and the other two.

"Who are you?" A robust man, nearly two meters tall, looked down at Xiao Tian with an expression full of vigilance and seriousness.

Although anyone could tell that Xiao Tian’s lips were chapped and his complexion was unusually pale, the man’s sense of unease from the murderous look he received instantly made him realize that the person before him was undoubtedly a formidable opponent no less skilled than himself.

Hearing this question, Xiao Tian almost couldn’t help but swear. The situation where sometimes everyone could recognize him and sometimes seemed to have amnesia, with no recollection of him, made it hard not to suspect they were selectively losing their memories.

What was unknown was that this middle-aged man had specifically arranged for experts here, who, stationed over years, naturally lacked the necessary understanding of external affairs.

In fact, if it weren’t for Xiao Tian seemingly devoid of combat capabilities and not appearing malicious, it wouldn’t have been impossible for the man to draw his sword against him already!

Furthermore, part of the reason the man didn’t make the first move was the woman beside him. Although not well acquainted, they had exchanged glances several times, enough to know she was part of their ranks.

Seeing Xiao Tian’s unpleasant expression, the woman hurried forward and said, "This is His Majesty’s guest, the Divine Doctor invited by His Majesty, here to save the Princess’s life!"

The man’s expression immediately turned peculiar, looking at the shocking wounds on Xiao Tian’s body and his extremely weakened appearance, unable to associate him with the title of Divine Doctor.

For a moment, he was uncertain, not knowing whether to allow Xiao Tian and the others to pass.

However, Xiao Tian was noticeably growing impatient. Any delay at this moment might lead to irreparable consequences. He reached into his pocket for a silver needle, ready to launch a fierce strike at any time...

Although Xiao Tian’s true Qi was minimal, and he hadn’t even recovered his basic stamina fully, allowing only basic autonomous actions, he was still confident that, if he went all out, he could control the man who was a head taller than him, despite the impracticality of killing him!

But it was obvious that unless absolutely necessary, Xiao Tian was unwilling to expend his hard-earned little stamina and true Qi on this futile matter.

Because doing so would mean inflicting eight hundred injuries on an enemy while suffering a thousand himself, which was not beneficial to him.

Fortunately, the man did not press on, quickly stepping aside to let them pass, intentionally maintaining a distance from Xiao Tian to ensure he could react immediately if Xiao Tian posed a threat to Ozawa Miwa.

Upon pushing open the door, he immediately saw Ozawa Miwa lying quietly on the bed, her brows furrowed as if in immense pain.

Xiao Tian hurried forward, placing one hand on Ozawa Miwa’s pulse and flipping open her eyelids with the other, his expression growing increasingly grim, causing those around to hold their breath subconsciously.

A moment later, Xiao Tian turned to look at the prepared precious medicinal herbs, directly instructing those around to move them to the courtyard, then busily getting to work.

...

Watching as Xiao Tian sorted and weighed each herb with rapid efficiency and placed them into the medicine mortar with skilled methods, those around him marveled at his expertise, secretly amazed.

Adison Claire finally confirmed that the Hunter Xiao Tian was indeed the same Xiao Erren she had previously encountered.

No matter how much a person’s appearance changes, certain professional techniques and details will always reveal unique habits and characteristics, impossible to alter.

"Take a break, let me help you!" Adison Claire took the pestle from Xiao Tian’s hand and started grinding the herbs in the pot. Despite her somewhat clumsy technique, it’s not a skilled task requiring strict standards.

Xiao Tian wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, letting out a long breath, "You two should also find some ignitable dry wood and a heat-resistant clay pot, and make it quick!"

The man showed obvious displeasure but knew the correct action from Xiao Tian’s earlier demeanor and quickly disappeared from the courtyard using his body technique.

The woman dashed into the house, retrieving an already prepared medicine pot with a serious expression and hastened movement.

After completing all this, Xiao Tian finally seized this brief moment to rest his eyes, preparing for the long battle ahead.

However, he was completely unaware that a grand storm was brewing outside, with its epicenter stemming from him...

——

In Shanghai, in Lin Bingxuan’s villa.

Le Yaoyao was chasing after Lin Bingxuan, incessantly complaining, "How can uncle-in-law be like this? He never tells me where he goes, completely ignoring me!"

Lin Bingxuan, with black lines all over her face, looked at the little girl sticking to her like a shadow, speechless, "Yaoyao, can I ask you a favor?"

The little girl, not expecting Lin Bingxuan to suddenly stop and turn, collided into her, quickly regaining her balance before nodding vigorously, "Tell me, Auntie."

"Can you stop following me so closely?" Lin Bingxuan almost pleaded, clearly frightened after being followed all morning.

"Oh, okay!" Le Yaoyao earnestly agreed, suddenly frowning, "Auntie, when will uncle-in-law be back?"

"Le! Yao! Yao!" Lin Bingxuan called out the girl’s name word by word, finally unable to contain herself, "You’ve asked me how many times this morning?"

To make even the usually gentle Lin Bingxuan lose her temper, it was clear how much she had endured silently all morning!

"Not that many times, right?" The little girl tilted her head, "Maybe five or six times..."

"Hmm?" Lin Bingxuan’s eyes immediately changed, casting a scrutinizing gaze at Le Yaoyao, narrowing her eyes, "Yaoyao, how many times did you just say?"

"I..." Under Lin Bingxuan’s stern and solemn gaze, the little girl couldn’t or dared not lie, resigning herself to admit, "Alright, I really can’t remember clearly!"