I use medicine to save the stars

On the field, after taking a pill, the changes in Dirk White's body have calmed down, but the naked eye can see that his body is much stronger and taller.

Dirk White punched each other with both hands, and the two fists made a thick sound when they hit each other. One can imagine how strong he is now.

Yuan Huai's ear is excellent, and a few people from Wasteland Academy who are worried have been distracted to pay attention to that side after they entered the field, so they also heard Cheng Xi's remarks about banned drugs.

"Prohibited drugs?" Yuan Huai asked softly.

Dirk White took a breath and asked sharply:

"How did you know?"

Yuan Huai would not answer Dirk White's question honestly. He had already rushed up again, and the long hair in the low bundle behind him left a semicircular arc in the air.

Dirk White, who had just raised his mental power level to B level with banned drugs, was knocked down by Yuan Huaiyi again.

It was exactly the same as the place where he was beaten before, and he spit out another big mouthful of filth, and the stench in the arena was suffocating for a while.

Yuan Huai dodged far away, raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, thought for a while, put one hand into his bosom, made a feint, and took out half a pitch-black mask from his bosom.

The texture of this mask is like jade but the whole body is pitch black. There is only half of it. You can faintly see some subtle red patterns on it when you move. When it is worn on the face, it just covers the lower half of the face and prevents the smell created by Dirk White. taste.

Yuan Huai seemed to be annoyed by the stench, so he put on the mask and stopped talking nonsense, and the figure disappeared directly in place.

Dirk White's heart tightened, he kept looking around and even turned around funny:

"Where? Where?"

"Boom-"

He flew out again, and this time Yuan Huai didn't beat him in the stomach again, mainly because he was afraid that he would vomit again, and Yuan Huai controlled the strength very well, just enough for Dirk White to fly out without falling out. The strength of the playing field.

Immediately afterwards, a unilateral beating by Yuan Huai against Dirk White began on the field.

Cheng Xi touched his nose, hesitated and said:

"Brother Huai did it on purpose, right? He deliberately kept Dirk White from falling out of the field, in order to beat him up for a while longer?"

Nairin was surprised:

"What level of spiritual power is he...?"

Kaimo shook his head:

"I don't know, in short... it's just that it's very powerful. You are obedient and don't mess with him if you have nothing to do."

Haichen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he supported Yuan Huai's unilateral beating.

After flying out several times, Dirk White became more and more annoyed. He took out the medicine bottle from his arms again, and took another pill with shaking hands.

This time, his body changed for a short time, and his texture and appearance soon returned to normal, but his stature has grown a bit taller, and similarly, his mental strength has also risen from B to A.

He turned his wrist and neck, his bruised and swollen face showed ecstasy:

"What, this medicine was said to be so scary, I thought it would have a lot of side effects, didn't I expect it to be so easy? This feeling is simply - great!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed towards Yuan Huai who was standing in the center of the competition field. Yuan Huai did not fight back this time, but kept dodging.

With strong wind, Dirk White's fist brushed against Yuan Huai's cheek. Yuan Huai squinted his black eyes sideways, as if observing.

He could see that the mental power surrounding Dirk White was chaotic, and he seemed to be in a state of collapse at any moment.

These mental powers were forcibly absorbed into his body, and then constantly mobilized. Every time they were used, these mental powers would become more chaotic, but Dirk White himself didn't realize it.

Dirk White thought that Yuan Huai was overwhelmed by his spiritual power, which had been raised by another level, and attacked more frequently.

He attacked several times in a row, but did not hit Yuan Huai once.

When he attacked again, Yuan Huai turned and kicked him into the sky. Yuan Huai's figure rose in a flash, and he stepped down with both legs, trampling the kicked Dirk White to the ground again.

The ground of the arena made a heavy impact sound, and the high-hardness ground even cracked a few gaps.

It seemed that for Yuan Huai, stepping on Dirk White was a dirty thing. He immediately stood up lightly and stood one meter away.

After Yuan Huai came to Interstellar, he absorbed the knowledge of Interstellar at a very fast speed, but there were always some blind spots.

For example, he knows that for interstellar people, the level of spiritual power is almost innate, and it is difficult to improve through acquired efforts. This is difficult not only by hard work, but also by some chances and coincidences.

But this Dirk White relied on a small pill to improve twice in a row in front of Yuan Huai.

Yuan Huai was curious about this pill at first, but after observing it, he found it ironic that if it was a medicine with such huge side effects that he could not survive, he could make a bigger and more powerful improvement.

But he disdains that whether it is cultivation or mental strength, it is inseparable from hard work, persistence, and hard work. This way of taking shortcuts is the most shameful.

Dirk White fell to the ground this time and didn't get up for a long time. Obviously, the angry Yuan Huai stepped on it mercilessly.

After a while, Dirk White stood up, took out the medicine bottle and took another pill.

Now he was forcibly raised by the medicine bottle from C-level to A-level, and he thought he could reach S-level by taking another pill.

But how can it be so simple?

After taking this pill, he only felt that his mental strength was a little stronger, but it didn't upgrade.

"How is it possible? Is it not working?"

Dirk White muttered to himself, couldn't help but took two more pills.

After taking two pills, he still didn't reach the S rank.

Yuan Huai stood aside and did not step forward, watching Dirk White's addictive drug swallowing behavior with cold eyes.

"Why don't you improve? Why don't you improve?"

Dirk White's mood became more and more manic, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, threw the cap of the medicine bottle in his hand, and poured the whole bottle of medicine into his mouth.

Outside the arena, Haichen saw this and said indifferently:

"He won't survive."

Yi Ni disdains:

"This kind of shameless person who wants to take a shortcut deserves it!"

Dirk White threw down the empty medicine bottle, and chewed the pills in his mouth "crackling, crunching". Every time he swallowed, he could feel his spiritual power soaring.

After swallowing the whole bottle of medicine, he suddenly yelled, as if in great pain.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body swelled up like a blown balloon, and his skin was almost torn by the excessive swelling, but the swelling didn't last long, and his body quickly returned to normal, even to the point where he hadn't eaten the first pill yet. The body shape before the medicine.

"I upgraded..."

Dirk White looked down at his hands, then looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Hahaha—it turns out that leveling up is so simple. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have waited until now to take it... A group of cowards classified this magical medicine as a forbidden drug. Obviously, I am very good now. It turns out that S-level mental power It's this feeling..."

With that said, Dirk White rushed towards Yuan Huai.

Yi Ni had completely recovered from the pain, she couldn't help standing up now, and exclaimed:

"So fast!"

Nailin frowned:

"This person...has indeed reached S-level, no...should be higher than S-level..."

Kai Mo was shocked and couldn't help looking at Hai Chen:

"Double S-Class?"

You know, Haichen used to be the only double S-level mental power in the whole interstellar.

Neil shook his head:

"It's not enough, it's just a little higher than S-rank, but... that person..."

Nailin was referring to Yuan Huai, and he didn't know Yuan Huai's strength.

Haichen said:

"He's fine."

Several people refocused their attention on the playing field.

Dirk White, who was approaching rapidly, did not hit Yuan Huai. He was fast, and Yuan Huai was even faster, so fast that people with low mental strength felt as if no one was fighting on the field.

Dirk White missed one after another and was on the verge of emotional breakdown:

"How is it possible? How could it not be possible?"

Yuan Huai didn't say a word, he dodged an attack with a very flexible waist and landed smoothly, his knees were slightly bent to gather strength, and he bounced out suddenly.

In an instant, the previous situation was restored on the field, Yuan Huai unilaterally beat Dirk White.

Dirk White screamed and shouted:

"Can't dodge? Why can't I dodge? I've clearly reached S rank!"

"No, I can't hit it, and I can't hit it no matter what!"

"What level of spiritual power do you have?"

Yuan Huai landed lightly, with half a pitch-black mask covering his mouth and nose, and a wide-brimmed hat covering his eyebrows and eyes, completely hiding his expression.

"Didn't I say that? I'm—a trash with no spiritual power."

Dirk White's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he couldn't believe that Yuan Huai had no mental strength.

He looked crazy, and actually took out another bottle of forbidden medicine from his arms. First, the white bottle cap was thrown on the ground, and then the empty medicine bottle was also thrown on the ground.

Dirk White swallowed another bottle of dope.

"what--"

After taking the banned drugs, he immediately started screaming.

With the screams, his body began to swell like last time.

Dirk White was enduring the pain, thinking in a trance, as long as he endured this pain, his mental power would definitely be upgraded, and then he would be able to reach double S... No!Maybe it can reach [-]S!

He is about to become the existence with the highest level of spiritual power in the entire interstellar world!

But this time Dirk White's body didn't return to normal after a moment of swelling. This time, not only his skin, but his whole body began to swell, like a balloon that was constantly blowing up and was about to be unbearable, and it was about to explode at any time .

Nailin suddenly took a few steps forward, took out the mechanical protective cover and opened it, covering several people from Wasteland Academy.

"No, he's going to explode, the mental power in his body is out of control!"

Several people from Kaimo quickly gathered together, Haichen looked calm, and looked at Yuan Huai who was still standing on the field through the mechanical protective cover.

The Academy Management Office and Broken Star Academy also reacted, and took out their own life-saving mechanical equipment.

Dirk White's screams stopped suddenly, because his throat had been ruptured by the spiritual force in his body that did not belong to him.

Yuan Huai looked at Dirk White's terrified eyes, turned indifferently, and walked in the direction of Wasteland College.

"You lost, you lost to yourself."

A few seconds later, Dirk White exploded.

For a while, the entire arena was filled with blood mist, and the excessive mental power gathered turned into a super destructive bomb, blowing up half of the nearby buildings.

Yuan Huai felt emotional in his heart, he didn't even use his spiritual power to protect himself, and let the hem of his clothes and long hair around him fly in the air waves of the explosion.

He slowly came to the Wasteland Academy, and the explosion stopped, and Narin removed the protective shield.

Yuan Huai took off his mask, and a drop of blood was splashed around the corner of his eye.

He looked at Haichen, bent down and looked at Haichen at the same level, his expression has returned to his usual appearance:

"Don't think I didn't see it, you braced your arms to make yourself 'stand' up."

Haichen didn't speak, but raised his arms to wipe the blood from the corner of Yuan Huai's eyes.

Yuan Huai froze for a moment, turned his face sideways:

"Dirty face, don't touch it."

Haichen's fingers missed, and he moved forward again, Yuan Huai didn't hide this time, and let Haichen gently rub the corner of his eyes with his fingertips to wipe away the drop of blood.

"It's blood."

The three single combat matches ended, and Wasteland Academy won all three!