Remington's muzzle was barely a foot from Professor Yao's chest.
At the instant he pulled the trigger, Zheng Qing imagined countless possible outcomes—for example, the Talisman Bomb might be stopped by the professor's single finger before it struck his chest; or it might hit the professor's chest like a speck of dust falling onto water, without causing a ripple; or perhaps the professor would suddenly reveal his true form, with three heads and eight arms, and swallow the Talisman Bomb in one bite.
Of course, the last possibility was extremely unlikely.
The one thing he had never expected was that the Talisman Bomb would never hit the professor at all. After leaving the muzzle, the pale blue projectile shot straight ahead like a meteor, yet no matter how fast it flew, it remained more than a foot away from Professor Yao's chest.
It was as if the space before the professor's chest were a vast universe.
And that Talisman Bomb was an insect trapped in Amber.
The speeding Talisman Bomb and its seemingly motionless state appeared in Zheng Qing's vision at the same time. The dissonance stirred an uncontrollable urge to vomit in his gut. He felt the world in every direction racing away from him, while at the same time, he clearly realized that he was still standing where he was. The walls around him, the floor tiles beneath his feet, the professor before him—none of them had changed in the slightest.
Pop.
Once the Forbidden Curse aura was exhausted, the pale blue Talisman Bomb shattered like a bubble, turning into a thin mist of light before finally vanishing in the space between Zheng Qing and the professor.
Professor Yao smacked his lips as though savoring an aftertaste.
"How did that feel?" Before the boy could recover, the professor