The cold girl's words were like cold water pouring over his head, and the boiling bestial nature in his body was gradually suppressed under the operation of the meditation technique.
Hoffa's five fingers that were tearing the snake loosened slightly and stopped the next step.
His life had dropped to two.
Ossivia said, "Human transformation requires focus and control. Control your Polymorph like a scalpel! Don't let the transformation control you. "
Control.
Hoffa looked at his life that was about to drop to one.
Not daring to hesitate, he started the life transformation as if he had reined in his horse at the edge of the cliff.
Immediately, the blue magic flowing in his body was transformed into life again.
This was the most difficult transformation Huo Fa had ever undergone. The Thunderbird Magic Power surging in his body was like a wild horse galloping wildly. It was so overbearing and so barbaric. Only by using all his mental strength could Hoffa make it turn around unwillingly.
Even so, the moment the foreign magic was transformed into life, Hoffa's body inevitably changed.
Patter! Patter!
Electricity crackled and flowed through Hoffa's body, and his body began to grow, but this time, it wasn't in the direction of a bird.
He was abruptly pulled to a height of 1.7 meters. His arches were high, his neck was bent, and his tendons were stretched, as tight as steel bars. He was thin, arched, but tough, and every joint was bulging.
His hair stood up like steel needles, during which some blue electric arcs jumped.
The two Magus phantoms charged forward without fear of death. One of them leaped high into the air and raised a sharp blade.
Hoffa, who was still in the middle of the transformation, instinctively felt danger. He shook his head, reached out, and grabbed one of the Mirage in midair.
The other directly chopped down heavily on Hoffa's shoulder.
A huge cut was directly cut open in his deltoid, and the pain stimulated Hoffa's head. He held the Wizard Mirage and smashed it heavily. The two figures collided, and both of them shattered into glass fragments on the ground.
Hoffa felt it was difficult to breathe, and his shoulder itched unbearably.
His life was rapidly rising, and his magic was rapidly decreasing.
"Be gentle, don't be too forceful. Balance, balance your power."
Ossivia's voice sounded again.
Looking at his Sea of Knowledge, his Magic Power Index was dropping rapidly again.
Hoffa gritted his teeth and activated Blood Bloom again.
The constantly expanding body stopped changing.
His heart was pounding in his chest, and his life was converted into magic power that flowed through the golden patterns on his arm.
Ossivia's tone became gentler. "Yes, that's it. Find your own balance and control it harmoniously. Control it like breathing. Don't fight with yourself."
Breathe.
Balance.
Hoffa had a glimmer of understanding. Animagus was a very extreme transformation, but the requirements were too harsh, and it was not suitable for him at the moment.
He needed a battle style that was more suitable for him, and a transformation technique that was more suitable for the current situation.
It just so happened that Gugar's Conversion Technique provided him with two sets of reins.
Blood blossomed.
Life Conversion.
Just like that, Hoffa kept switching back and forth between the two states.
In the sea of consciousness.
The red and blue slots representing life and magic power were constantly fluctuating.
Others increase and I decrease
Others decrease and I increase
In the beginning, Huo Fa felt that his soul was like a leaf in a gale, being blown here and there.
But gradually, he reduced the range of life magic power fluctuations.
Fluctuations from 2 to 8.
Fluctuations from 3 to 7.
In the end, fluctuations from 4 to 6.
Finally, Hoffa didn't feel too much discomfort. On the contrary, he felt that he had an extra lung that could breathe, or that a car had an extra piston engine.
When he breathed, his life rose to 6 and his magic power fell to 4.
When he breathed, his magic power rose to 6 and his life fell to 4.
Everything came to life. Not only did magic power and life begin to flow, but even the mental force field around him became unusually sensitive. Huo Fa's spiritual force field had shrunk to a range of about ten meters, but he could still sense any movement within this range of ten meters.
Several Wizard Mirage rushed up from behind Hoffa.
Hoffa didn't look at them. He turned around and broke three heads with a palm strike. The three sprinting Wizard Mirage were directly shattered into pieces.
Extremely explosive power!
Hoffa looked at his palm in surprise. Some slender exoskeleton grew out of the back of his hand, glowing with a light blue luster.
He had completely transformed into another form, a form with extremely high utilization.
Just the moment after he struck, his life was transformed into magic power and returned to his body, greatly reducing the meaningless loss of magic power fluctuations.
Boom!!
He didn't have time to appreciate his other form more.
Countless black shadows rushed up like a tide and pushed Hoffa down, layer upon layer, under their bodies.
Ossivia still didn't move. She stood in place with her arms crossed.
Hoffa's vision was dark, but the magic power and life circulating in his body like water made his breathing steady.
Crackle.
An electric arc suddenly flashed through the black mass of people.
The next second.
Boom!!
Those mottled Mirage that were pressing down on Hoffa's body were directly kicked out. They flew dozens of meters, knocked down several bookcases, and heavily smashed into a towering statue in the distance.
They turned into puddles of sparkling fragments.
With this kick, Hoffa flipped up from the ground like a carp.
He rushed out like lightning. He stretched out his hand, and the wand returned to his palm, turning into a glove that covered his arm.
Those Wizard Mirage had no emotions, nor did they know fear. They rushed up without hesitation.
Huo Fa was eager to give it a try. He stomped on the ground and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he smashed two Wizard Mirage with one punch.
This speed was almost the same as the speed of Ghost Walk.
He felt that his body was unexpectedly flexible. At this moment, every joint in his body had infinite possibilities. Every cell in his body was cheering and shouting. They quickly split under the stimulation of the electric current. The scars on his face and the wounds on his shoulders quickly healed.
This was not the power of Thunderbird. It was mixed with the state of meditation, the transformation of life, and the transformation of Animagus. All the forces were connected, cooperating with each other, helping each other, forming a closed circuit in his body, constantly flowing.
It was more flexible, more controllable, and more stable. Moreover, it only belonged to him.
This was an unusually sensitive state of activation.
Unknowingly, his Shapeshifting Technique had reached another level.
After smashing two Mirage, Hoffa turned his head to look at Ossivia, who was standing next to him.
She was expressionless, but nodded slightly.
"Not bad."
Hoffa disappeared again like lightning. Then, the Wizard Mirage in front of him turned into pieces one by one.
This feeling of being as fast as lightning almost intoxicated him. Those dangerous Mirage were now like paper, unable to catch up with his speed.
One, two, three, four.
Hoffa flashed in the crowd. Every time he flashed, a shadow would be destroyed by him. He felt like a well-running car engine that had been smeared with oil, constantly outputting power.
The desire to fight spread in his mind little by little. He wanted more, more opponents.
Pa!!
Suddenly, Hoffa's fist was grabbed by Ossivia.
He subconsciously swung his fist at Ossivia, but after seeing his opponent, he calmed down and put down his fist.
There was no more Wizard Mirage around him.
Not long after Ossivia grabbed Hoffa's arm, there was a crisp bang.
All the objects in this scene, including the entire scene itself, shattered into pieces, turning into fine powder, and finally returned to nothingness.
The entire hall returned to what Hoffa saw at the beginning.
Old, broken, abandoned, and densely covered in cobwebs.
The only difference was that his vision had become much clearer, and the layer of blurred water curtain had completely disappeared.
Hoffa shook his head and completely woke up from the influence of the activation state.
His body slowly became shorter, smaller, and finally returned to his previous appearance, a 12-year-old Hoffa, thin and inconspicuous.
But his clothes did not become smaller. In the transformation just now, his school robe was at least three sizes bigger, and there were many holes and burnt holes on it.
This.
Hoffa looked at his clothes and wanted to use magic to return them to normal.
But suddenly, an inexplicable thought crept into his mind.
Why do I have to wear clothes?
This thought was so strange. Suddenly. Hoffa swayed inexplicably on the spot. He felt warm all over, but very powerless.
This powerlessness was not physical powerlessness, but an indescribable depression.
For a moment, his mind fell into an inexplicable state of emptiness.
This emptiness made him take two steps back and sit on the ground, staring at Ossivia in a daze.
Ossivia was also stunned. "What's wrong with you?"
Hoffa shook his head imperceptibly.
Ossivia said, "Why are you sitting there, we still have a mission to complete."
Hoffa murmured, "What's the point?"
His tone was flat.
Ossivia frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
Hoffa continued to murmur, "Why am I alive?"
Ossivia was completely dumbfounded. She picked up Hoffa, who was like mud, from the ground and touched his forehead.
Hoffa's head and limbs hung off Ossivia's elbow.
He felt that he had entered a wonderful state of a sage. He was no longer interested in anything and just wanted to sit on the ground and wait for death to come.
"Strange, your heartbeat is normal, and your magic power is not overdrawn," Ossivia said with a frown.
"Yes," Hoffa replied with his nose, not moving at all.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He suddenly didn't want to care about anything, not the half-human king, not the library, not even where he was.
Ossivia let go of Hoffa and sighed softly while rubbing her chin. "Your mind is still not strong enough."
"Oh."
Hoffa didn't even want to know why.
The other party's exotic beauty, which made countless students fall for her, now looked like a pile of protein, a pile of carbohydrates. Her words were like the nagging of a woman who had been married for seven years, going in from Hoffa's left ear and out from his right ear without stopping at all.
Ossivia thought for a moment and said with a slightly gentler voice, "Human transformation isn't that easy to grasp. You're already doing very well. Take a rest first."
"Oh."
Hoffa replied uninterestedly. He didn't want to talk to Ossivia.
He just wanted to empty himself. If possible, he even wanted to smoke a cigarette and think about why he existed and why the universe was born.
Staring blankly ahead, after about twenty minutes of depression and emptiness, Hoffa slowly came back to himself.
"What's wrong with me?" he murmured.
Then, Hoffa's consciousness slowly returned.
The more he returned, the more surprised he was, and the more he returned, the more terrified he was.
What kind of situation was this? Why was he stuck in a blank state for as long as 20 minutes?
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