324 Chapter 46, Past and Present

On the other side of the arena, a young boy was motionless. Although the boy looked similar to Hoffa, he didn't have much look in his eyes, and just stood there blankly. It's like a robot in a Terminator movie, except this robot is made of flesh and blood.

But even so, the picture is disturbing enough.

Hoffa waved at him, but he didn't respond.

Little Barty breathed a sigh of relief. He still didn't recognize Hoffa's appearance when he was eleven years old, but asked in disbelief, "That kid, that kid is your opponent?"

Hoffa turned his head to the side with a solemn expression: "What kind of magic do you know?"

"I know a little black magic, the Unforgivable Curse and so on." Little Barty said awkwardly, "But I don't have a wand, and I can't release the magic I know."

"Damn it," Hoffa said angrily, "Then you'd better hide away."

"Is that child difficult?"

"fine."

Hoffa said worriedly that he was not afraid of the self who came out now, it looked like the self five years ago, his eyes hadn't changed color, and he shouldn't be much stronger, but he was afraid of the guy who might appear later.

A long time ago, he had seen the imitation monster transformed by the worm in the underworld. Last time he killed another self with the blood septic potion, but now he has nothing on him. survive the game.

"Go underground, find that silver-haired guy, and ask her if she has any blood-septic medicine."

"Can you do it alone?"

"Don't talk too much, listen to me."

Hoffa quickly told Barty Jr.: "Go and come back quickly."

While speaking, the boy on the opposite side slowly pulled out a wand from his waist. The wand deformed and elongated in his hand, and gradually turned into a silver glove, wrapping his arm.

Looking at that scene, Hoffa seemed like a world away. He still remembered the last time he came to Helheim, just like that boy, using a magic wand to transform to defeat various enemies.

Little Barty slowly floated backwards.

His movements were like a gazelle waking up a cheetah, and the boy standing on the other side of the sand stepped on the ground and threw his fist at Barty Jr.

"Don't think about it!"

Hoffa grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, turned it into a blood-red long knife, and blocked the attack of the young version of himself with a clang.

The boy didn't react too much after being blocked. He took two steps back blankly, and then swung his glove sideways. In the blink of an eye, the glove turned into a big sword like a door panel, and slashed at Hoffa sideways.

Boom!

The sand blade in Hoffa's hand turned into a red round shield.

The giant sword in the boy's hand hit the shield, causing a stream of sparks. Hoffa was a little short. I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that he didn't have such great strength at all when he was in the first grade.

Awada floated on the air balloon and said excitedly: "It has appeared. The most basic magic wand transformation, although it is only a basic skill, also shows an unparalleled talent. But, is it possible that the opponent sent by the god of death is only of this level?"

While Awada was speaking, the broadsword that had been cut on Hoffa's shield grew countless sawtooths, and the sawtooth turned, making a buzzing and piercing sound. The broadsword turned into a chainsaw more than one meter long. .

buzzing!

Flames splashed!

The shield was sawn in half in the blink of an eye.

This is not over yet, the chainsaw slipped across Hoffa's chest, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers, leaving a deep bone wound in an instant.

"shit!"

Hoffa took a few steps back, touched his chest, and cursed.

He put away the remaining trace of contempt. Although the boy in front of him is a copy of his young self, he is much better than when he was young. At least when he was young, he couldn't turn his wand into a chainsaw. Understand the construction of a chainsaw.

With one hit, the boy kept walking, and he rushed towards Hoffa quickly with the elevator in his hands, with an astonishing momentum.

Hoffa could only keep backing away to distance himself from him. During the backing, the sand around the boy rolled and transformed into obstacles, trying to trap the boy. He dashed left and right, flying the chainsaw in his hand, constantly chopping down obstacles, but was finally trapped on the ground by the power of the Broken Grip.

Before Hoffa could heave a sigh of relief, the chainsaw in the fallen boy's hand turned into a bazooka, and the painting style changed suddenly. He pulled the bazooka and ejected a shell.

"ha?"

Hoffa was stunned. After living for so many years, he himself didn't know that Transfiguration could still be used like this.

The cannonball flew in front of him in a second, and he raised his finger decisively. The flying cannonball turned into a balloon filled with water. The balloon exploded in the air with a bang, splashing water all over Hoffa's body. .

In the misty mist, he saw the boy who fell on the ground free a hand and pointed with his wand.

Immediately, a severe burning sensation came from Hoffa's skin, and the clear water that fell on his skin turned into a substance like concentrated sulfuric acid. His body was so burned that it was smoking.

The body given by the god of death could not feel much pain, but Hoffa knew that if this body was destroyed, he would not be far from failure. He immediately fell to the ground, trying to use sand to rub off the concentrated acid on the surface of his body.

But as soon as he fell to the ground, the sand on the ground turned into countless sharp iron thorns. As long as he fell, he would be instantly smashed into a sieve, the distance was less than half a meter, and the time was less than half a second.

Hoffa pointed to the ground with sharp eyes and hands, and was re-transformed by the crushed sand that turned into iron thorns, turning into a pile of loose white foam. He fell lightly into the foam, rolling up a pile of white spots.

"Look, the perfect transfiguration!" Avada, who was sitting on the balloon, shouted excitedly, "Where else can you see such a battle except in the Death Mystery Realm?"

As soon as the words fell, the white foam where Hoffa was in surged into a deep pool. The little boy who was firmly trapped by the sand in the distance swiped his wand expressionlessly, and the water surface of the deep pool turned into tempered glass.

Damn guy, I'm not that strong in first grade!

Hoffa cursed in his heart, trapped in the deep pool, he closed his eyes.

Putting his hands together, all the spiritual power rolled up the boy who was bound on the ground, and the gravel was controlled by him to grow into a towering tree. The crown of the tree opened and turned into a pair of sharp hands.

card wipe

The giant hand of gravel stirred in the opposite direction like a rag.

The bloody picture made the ghosts in the stands cheer with satisfaction.

"One to zero!" Avada, who was sitting on the balloon, raised his arms excitedly: "Hofbach taught his past self a lesson with his strength. Sure enough, eating bread for a few more years is still very useful!!"

The deep pool on the ground disappeared, revealing Hoffa who fell on the sand and coughed violently. At this moment, his body was full of pits and holes corroded by acid.

Slap.

A crushed head fell from the sky and landed at Hoffa's feet.

Looking at the face of the younger version of himself at his feet, Hoffa's body trembled slightly.

Is this the first opponent sent by the god of death? It looks like he is a first-year self. Although he can't transform into a Thunderbird yet, he can perform the basic transformation technique superbly.

However, within less than ten rounds of fighting, his body had already been irreparably damaged by the acid, which made him secretly unwilling. The opponent's other magic was useless, and the pure transfiguration made him suffer a lot He could have this ability, but his thoughts were always limited to the wizarding world, and he never thought of turning the wand into a Muggle weapon.

An opponent has already done this, if there is another opponent.

Sure enough, Avada on the balloon spoke again, "In the Eternal Arena, there are many people who can win the first round, but 90% of them died in the second challenge. Can this young legendary figure withstand the pressure from himself? Well, I invite you now, from the current Hofbach—the son of the night god!"

Accompanied by Avada's fanatical cries, the door on the other side of the duel field rumbled open, and a blood-red three-ring pattern appeared in the darkness of the corridor, like a shadow.

After Avada shouted, he even turned his head quietly: "Oh, by the way, in fact, Helheim also has nights, if Death wants it, hahaha~"

Outside the passing bridge, in the endless void and cold wind, the gigantic giant with a height of tens of thousands of meters, the Corpse Devourer—Hrasvarger slowly closed one eye.

The light of the entire Death Mystery Realm dimmed instantly, including of course the Eternal Arena in his body. After the sky dimmed, the sand in the arena glowed red like blood. The ghosts in the stands took out their light sticks from nowhere, waving them while whistling, as if some big star came to hold a concert in the mysterious realm of death.

rustle.

The footsteps stopped.

A guy who was the same age as Hoffa appeared on the other side of the duel field. He had gray hair, golden eyes, naked upper body, and a shiny and ferocious blood-red ring on his chest.

"Blood"

There was more expression on his face than the boy just now, it was bloodthirsty frenzy, he kept licking his lips, repeating the word blood in his mouth.

The moment he saw the gray-haired and golden-eyed boy, Hoffa's face lost all color. Sure enough, he was right, the three opponents that Death gave him. They are the past, present, and future versions of oneself respectively.

If it is said that in the past it was only proficient in transfiguration, they could still win by fighting against mental power. So the current self can be said to be based on this one, plus a strong physical body, but I don't have a physical body, then failure is almost a certainty.

"One has Hoffabach's body, the other has his soul, so which one is the real Hoffabach? Or are they all, or neither!"

Avada stood on the balloon and covered his head in pain, his waist was turned back at 90 degrees, he raised his microphone to the sky and laughed wildly: "This kind of problem is really annoying, it's annoying!!"

Amidst Avada's crazed cries.

Hoffa glanced back, but Barty Jr. hadn't returned yet.

boom! !

The gray-haired, golden-eyed boy who was exactly like him made a move, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Accompanied by a blow that shook the ground. Hoffa only had time to lower his head, and the wall behind him was shattered by a palm, with an astonishing momentum.

As the gravel flew, he saw the golden-eyed boy who was exactly like him with empty eyes and no emotion, like a most standard killing beast.

"Blood."

he said.

"Miller!!"

Hoffa backed away with all his strength. He pressed his head and began to shout Miller's name. He knew that the guy in front of him was in a state of night, and he was definitely not able to defeat him. He had to get Miller's help.

"Miller, did you hear that!?"