Miyata's laughter stopped abruptly, his neck stiffened in mid-air, and his expression suddenly became strange.
Before everyone knew what was going on, his stomach suddenly swelled up, followed by his limbs and back, and finally his entire face swelled up like a pig's head like an inflated balloon.
"Hmm, what is this?"
He struggled to reach out with his chubby fingers to touch his face, and was horrified to find that his feet seemed to be gradually leaving the ground and losing gravity.
Francis, who was in the distance, finally couldn't help himself. He strode in with his scepter and asked sternly, "What did you do to him?!"
"I didn't do anything." Ye Lan's face was calm, and he gave a correct answer without any waves. "I just returned the power of the earth to him."
Francis was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. His old face was instantly filled with fear. "You locked the power in him!"
Seeing that he wasn't too stupid to guess the answer, Ye Lan kindly offered a suggestion, "He can choose to grow grass or use willpower to force out the strength."
When dealing with enemies, the power of the earth is to turn the opponent into plants.
When it is her turn, the power will not attack actively, but as an ordinary person, she cannot bear it and cannot coexist with it, so she can only rely on her own skills to release it, just like she did just now.
However, it remains to be seen whether Miyata's willpower is as effortless as he appears to be.
The hot potato fell back into his hands. Miyata was obviously caught off guard and unable to cope with it. After his entire body was stretched to the limit, a gust of wind blew gently and his feet began to stagger.
"God's messenger, save me!" He no longer cared about pretending, and struggled with his round body, shouting at Francis for help.
Francis subconsciously glanced at the half-remaining bottle of potion on the ground, his expression a little hesitant, but he couldn't bear the gazes of so many eyes on the scene and the fact that his most proud student was in danger, so he finally staggered over, picked up the potion, grabbed Miyata's collar and poured it into his mouth.
Gulp gulp.
The potion was soon gone.
Miyata's mental strength was obviously concentrated a lot. He clenched his fists tightly, and then shouted loudly, releasing all the energy.
The mark of the backlash talisman dissipated little by little, and the flowers and plants in the yard all withered when the energy completely disappeared. Without any wind, the desertified ground underneath was exposed, like a wasteland.
This land is dead.
Ye Lan lowered his eyes and looked at him, his eyes filled with pity.
But Miyata's surprised voice came to my ears, "Great, I'm fine, Divine Envoy, your potion is indeed a unique magic in the world."
After surviving the disaster, he became even more convinced of the potion's effectiveness, and kept praising it with his big eyes.
Francis looked a little unnatural when he held his hands.
Not only him, but everyone present, including the audience in the live broadcast room, felt horrified when they saw Miyata's condition at this moment.
Although the force was released and the swelling subsided, the stretched skin lost its elasticity and drooped downwards, making it look like an oversized piece of clothing. Even the facial features were displaced, with the eyeballs bulging and appearing particularly large.
"Brother Miyata, are you okay?" a student nearby asked cautiously.
"Huh? I'm fine." Miyata turned around, the skin on his neck still shaking, and his gums were fully exposed when he smiled. "Didn't you see? I defeated the power of the earth. I still win this time..."
Before he could finish the last word, his throat suddenly became choked, and the next second he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
One mouthful was not enough, the blood kept gushing out as if it was desperately trying to escape from his body. In the end, he vomited so much that he bent over and lay on the steps to vomit.
The blood flowed down and soon dyed the deserted ground red.
"Senior Brother Miyata!"
The overly bloody scene frightened the students again, but seeing Miyata spread out on the ground like a giant human skin, no one dared to approach. They could only watch from a distance, thinking of a solution like headless flies.
"Medical school, yes! Send brother to medical school, there must be a solution there!"
Someone suddenly suggested.
The others were awakened and agreed. Someone immediately took out his cell phone to call the spaceship.
But just before pressing the button, Francis stopped him.
"No fighting!"
Everyone paused and looked up at their mentor. They saw that his face was gloomy and his hand hesitated for a moment when dialing the number.
They were all students at the School of Cultural Relics Restoration, and Francis was the one in charge.
They had to obey him.
But……
"Are you going to watch him die?" Ye Lan on the side expressed the thoughts of all the students.
"Isn't that all your fault? You used your evil magic to make him like this!" Francis looked up and glared at her, his indignation genuine and sincere.
Ye Lan looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Did I really cause him to vomit blood? Why don't we send him to the medical school for further testing?"
When he heard about the test, Francis' eyes dodged, and he was obviously scared.
Just when everyone thought his reaction was strange, they saw several bright lights suddenly swept across from under the dark sky, and several spaceships quickly arrived above the Cultural Relics Restoration College from far away.
"It's someone from the school!" A student recognized the logo on the spaceship and exclaimed.
After the spacecraft docked, the people who came down from it surprised the students even more.
"It's actually the principal. Didn't the rumor say that the principal is in poor health and has stopped attending the meeting?"
As the students whispered, the old man at the front walked into the yard with a frown and a powerful aura. When he looked up, he saw Huang Weian who was broadcasting live on the wall.
"Who told you to start the live stream? Turn it off."
The deep voice was filled with pressure, and Huang Weian was so frightened that his legs almost went weak.
Realizing that the legendary principal might have been attracted by the live broadcast, he felt timid and his arm holding the phone trembled, but he still did not choose to turn it off immediately.
The next second, the phone was taken away.
"The phone is mine." Lei Ze's deep voice slowly rang out in the night sky, with a slightly nonchalant tone, "Is there a problem?"
At that moment, compared to the pressure from the old principal, the loneliness under the calmness was almost suffocating.
The old principal then noticed the presence of another figure on the wall. He turned his head and was immediately frightened by the man's gaze looking down at him and dared not move.
"you……"
Who is it?
He opened his mouth, but found that even the sound was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even ask.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Lei Ze's deep eyes, but knowing that the girl's drama was not over yet, he gave up the idea of wiping them out and looked away.
The old principal, standing at the wall, felt his pressure suddenly dissipate. He took a step back and supported the Dean of Academic Affairs. Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, he awkwardly turned away. He didn't dare mention the livestream anymore. He stared at the crowd in the courtyard and vented his anger, "What are you all doing here, so late at night? Francis, don't you remember what I told you? You're not allowed to hold your prayer ceremony again."
His words were threatening and suggestive.
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