Hoffa's mouth twitched. Some of his identities were like maggots that could not be shaken off.
He knew this guy, Ethan Dominic.
A French wizard, half-giant, wizard killer.
He was one of the first students of the Grindelwald to join Germany. Half a year ago, when he had just stepped onto French soil, he had been hunted down by this man. However, the sly Norbert had avoided that battle. Now, he was facing this so-called senior brother alone. The unknown conflict seemed unavoidable.
"This has nothing to do with you, Dominic. I don't want to go against you," he said in a low voice.
The man with the greatsword looked up and laughed. "I think you can get used to being doted on. Do you think I'll dote on you like a teacher, Bach? "
"Your fanaticism has polluted your thoughts. The Grindelwald doesn't love anyone."
"Is that so? When he taught you Shattering Grasp, all I could do was clean up in his Wizard Tower. When he went to England to meet you, I was sent to Paris to round up Jewish Muggles. When he planted the power of the Void Dragon in your body, I was sent to watch over this boring sea and hunt down those worthless smugglers. "
Dominic walked around Hoffa. "All this time, I thought this was the price I had to pay. I spent more than thirty years to gain his attention, but you only used less than three years. "
"If you call this doting, I have nothing to say."
"If it's not doting, then what is it? Tell me, did he give you the power of immortality? "
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dominic."
The ice on the ground grew slowly and turned into an ice blade next to Hoffa's hand. He picked it up and slowly backed away from Dominic.
The three-meter-tall giant let out a sigh of relief. "What a pity. Looks like he doesn't dote on you enough."
He took a step back and adopted a defensive posture. He looked at Dominic with unusual caution.
"You want to be his favorite, but his rule won't last long. The future won't be on his side."
"All of you speak as if you know the future. What a joke." "But since it's you, junior, I can talk to you about my views on the future." Dominic took down his large crossguard sword from his shoulder.
The half-giant casually waved the greatsword in his hand. "I've been thinking about a certain possibility recently. Do you think there's such a possibility? For example, if I kill you to prove my strength, Teacher will view me in a new light and grant me eternal life. "
Hoffa's cautious expression loosened, and he almost laughed out loud. "You can try."
"Well said. Let's wait and see."
The half-giant put on his helmet. He disappeared from where he stood.
So fast!
Hoffa rolled his eyes and immediately raised his hand to block.
Clang!
With a loud bang.
The moment the two of them passed each other, the ice blades shattered into pieces.
The web between Hoffa's thumb and index finger that was holding the saber had a huge crack. His thumb was bent over.
Fully armored, Dominic burst out with a speed that was not inferior to his Ghost Walk. He crashed into him like a rampaging Magic Tyrannosaurus. He knocked him back nearly twenty meters.
He rolled a few times in a row and got up. He clenched his hand tightly, and with a twist, his bloody thumb returned to normal.
He had never seen such powerful physical strength. Even a dragon couldn't compare to this guy.
"You don't live up to your name."
On the ice, Dominic nimbly twirled his sword.
The heavy sword was swung like a samurai sword, creating Mirage.
He disappeared from where he was again. This time, Hoffa didn't dare to take it head-on. Magic power turned into life, and he ran wildly on the ice.
His opponent, on the other hand, used Mirage and Mirage. The moment he appeared, he slashed at lightning speed.
Seeing that he was about to be cut in half at the waist.
Hoffa exerted strength in his waist and forcefully used his leg muscles to do a side somersault high into the air, dodging the fatal blow.
Before he landed in the air, he took out an alchemy pistol from his pocket, aimed at Dominic's helmet, and pulled the trigger. The flames illuminated the armor, but it was completely blocked by a transparent shield spell before it hit.
"Where's your magic, Bach?!"
Removing the shield, Dominic laughed loudly. "Or are you not good at using magic?"
What answered him was another hidden and scorching bullet. This bullet hit the bolt of his helmet, causing it to tilt to the side.
It didn't break his defense at all.
In an instant, the two of them brushed past each other. Hoffa flipped over and got up like lightning.
Dominic, however, stood still. He touched his helmet that had been knocked askew by the bullet and chuckled. Then his chuckle grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a mocking laugh.
"Hoffa Bach, the youngest Master of Transformation in history! The one who released the Legendary shield, Grindelwald's most valued student?! The last guy who said that was thrown into the sea to feed the sharks. If you ask me, I should call you a kid who only knows how to use a pistol. "
With that, he dragged the greatsword and stabbed it heavily into the ice.
"Ice Hell Layers!"
Dense ice needles fell from the sky like rain, each one as sharp as a blade. A dense forest of needles also grew on the frozen sea, making it almost impossible to land.
Hoffa somersaulted, jumped, and spun when he landed.
He could always accurately dodge the ice needles before they touched him, but even so, his clothes and face were still scratched several times.
Every time he dodged an icicle, he would raise his hand, take out an alchemy gun, and shoot at Dominic.
The bullet hit the armor, creating a long trail of sparks. But it couldn't break through the defense, and could only leave shallow white marks.
The two ran wildly on the ice, chasing each other.
In the distance, the two girls who were hiding in the lifeboat were dumbfounded. The young man who was constantly dodging and evading in the face of absolute danger, his steps were as graceful as a dance. If he was careless, it would turn into a dance of death.
Soon, Dominic became impatient.
"Ha!!"
He roared and slashed with his sword.
The vibrating magic power carried the sharp air and plowed a long trench on the ice.
Ice shards flew everywhere. Hoffa bent his knees, turned his body sideways, and took advantage of an opening to firmly attach himself to Dominic's back.
Another ice blade appeared in his hand, but this time, the ice blade turned into steel.
He viciously slashed the steel blade at the gap made by the bullet in Dominic's helmet.
Clang! There was a loud sound.
Metal clashed with a jarring sound.
Dominic's helmet loosened a little.
He raised his arm high and delivered another heavy blow.
Dong!
With a muffled sound, the blade was stuck in the gap of Dominic's helmet.
He stepped on the half-giant's shoulder and used all his strength to shatter the blade. Dominic's helmet flew up along with the sparkling metal shards.
"In your dreams!!"
Dominic roared and lifted Hoffa's neck with a backhand. He pressed Hoffa down so hard that spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ice.
After slamming him down, he was dragged dozens of meters, smashing countless ice spikes before he stopped. His head was bleeding.
Clang!
The helmet fell next to Hoffa's hand.
Following closely behind was Dominic's wide swings with his sharp blade.
With a roll, he disappeared from sight.
The sharp blade cut through the ice.
The battle had reached its climax.
The two were like ghosts, flashing around on the ice. Every time they appeared, it was accompanied by the sound of metal clashing. Every time they clashed, the ice blade in his hand would shatter, but he would quickly form a new one.
Boom!!
This was accompanied by an attack from Dominic that was at the peak of his rage.
Clang!!
The ice blade that had turned into metal was broken in half again.
The huge force swept the frail young man up like a leaf in the autumn wind. He floated in the air, tiptoed on the sharp blade, and quickly flashed back.
"Face me!!!"
Dominic violently swung his sword, spun twice, and threw the cross blade out.
The sword turned into a meteor in the air, piercing through the figure in the air.
Crack!
The blade pierced through.
In the lifeboat far away, the two women screamed in fear. From their perspective, the giant cross blade had directly pierced through the body of the gray-haired young man. Like a throwing knife juggler hitting an apple, the young man was firmly pinned to the ice.
"Hoffa!"
In the lifeboat.
The weak Chloe struggled to stand up and rushed in the direction where he was killed.
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Dominic's breathing was ragged. He touched the metal shards on his neck and looked at the motionless figure nailed to the ground. He couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahahahaha …."
He leisurely walked over to the spot where the cross blade had landed.
The gray-haired young man's body was half smashed into the ice. He was smashed into a radish embedded in the ice, unable to move.
He hugged the giant sword in his chest, his palm bloody. He was breathing heavily, and he looked like he was on the verge of death.
Dominic looked down at him and said with contempt, "Run, keep running. Is this the limit of a Legend? Bach, you knocked my helmet off!?
"If I don't run … cough cough … will you let me go … cough cough …."
"Of course not, little friend. Your head will let me prove myself. I'll use it to serve wine to Grindelwald."
He tidied up his messy hair from the battle, squatted down with a look of disdain, and held the sword hilt. "I really don't know what teacher sees in you. I didn't even use my strength and you fell. "
Hoffa, who was half embedded in the ice, opened his eyes and panted heavily. "You … you're so confused, why … why … why don't you ask him yourself? Cough cough … speaking of which, I didn't do anything to you … you shouldn't hate me, but yourself … cough cough …. "
Blood spurted out of his mouth as he spoke.
Dominic smiled like a victor. "You're right, but that's meaningless."
He straightened up, and red flames rose from his sword. "Salut."
However, just as he was about to use his arm to end the enemy, the sword seemed to be stuck in a rock and couldn't move.
He tried twice, but he couldn't pull it out.
This stunned him for a second.
Then, Hoffa, who was half embedded in the ground, suddenly let go of his hand. He bounced up from the ground as if there was a spring attached to his back.
The sudden turn of events caused Dominic's expression to change.
The young man who had just been knocked down had a silver-white metallic sheen on his wound. What supported him were the two pairs of metal-colored bone wings on his back.
The bone wings were like pterodactyls, holding him up high and facing Dominic's incredulous face.
"As long as you have a weakness!" He sneered, not showing any signs of weakness.
Damn it, a human body transformation!?
Dominic realized something. In the moment of life and death, he turned and lunged at the helmet a few meters away.
The ice changed shape and wriggled, and the helmet sank.
Dominic saw that the situation was bad and raised his sword to block.
The hastily raised sword was bounced away. Their faces were only a few centimeters away.
Hoffa held Dominic's head with his left hand.
The fingers on his right hand transformed into five extremely long metal blades, stabbing into Dominic's chin and coming out from the top of his head.
Whoosh!
The blades were pulled out!
Blood spurted out.
The wings on his back disappeared. Hoffa kicked Dominic in the chest and jumped back to distance himself from the man who had been ambushed.
Dominic touched his chin and head helplessly. His tongue was pierced, and he couldn't say a word. He could only cover his wound with his hand and shake his head.
His eyes were bloodshot. He stumbled forward and pulled out the huge sword he had stabbed into the ice. Like a drunken madman, he waved it around without any pattern.
The ice spikes on the surface of the sea were shattered one by one. He tripped over himself and got up again to attack wildly.
Hoffa just stepped back, holding the wound on his abdomen and looking at him coldly.
More blood flowed out.
His sword slowed down.
He found an opening and rushed into the sword arc.
"Go … Go … Die …"
Dominic stared at Hoffa and said with a voice like a broken bellow.
Clang!!
The black-metal-gloved hand held the huge sword.
He blocked Dominic's dying strike. "Looks like Grindelwald's eyes aren't very good!"
With that, he grabbed Dominic's flaming huge sword and took it from his hand. He raised it high and slashed down without any hesitation.
Crack!
Blood spurted out.
A burnt smell filled the air.
The headless man fell heavily to the ground.
The middle-aged man's head rolled far away like a rubber ball.
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On the frozen surface of the sea, it was silent.
Looking at the headless body, Hoffa breathed heavily, puffs of white smoke coming out of his nose. In the black glove, the flaming huge sword gradually extinguished after losing its owner.
After heavy panting.
He threw away the huge sword in his hand.
Touching the wound on his abdomen, the magic scale on the black mechanical glove quickly decreased. In the activated state, his wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just a little bit more and his heart would have been pierced by this guy. Fortunately, he was clear-headed enough to use his arm to hold the blade and avoid hitting his vital parts.
After recovering for a while, he turned back.
On the way back, he saw Chloe sitting on the ice, looking at him with dull eyes.
"I …" She stared blankly at Hoffa, who was soaked in red, holding his abdomen and standing in front of her. Her teeth were chattering, and she couldn't say a word.
"If I had forgiven him just now, I would have died," Hoffa said calmly, "I'm sorry, my life is also a life, let's forget about it this time."
"I'm not … I'm not … looking for you because of this …"
Chloe pointed behind her, her body trembling non-stop. Her face was pale, and her mouth was saying something unclear.
Hoffa didn't know what she was trying to say, and he didn't want to understand. He pulled Chloe's arm and said, "Let's go back, before the other wizards catch up."
Chloe looked like she was about to cry. She pointed at the lifeboat in the distance. "She … Mary …"
Huo Fa sensed that something was wrong.
It was too quiet.
He held Chloe's arm and rushed back to the lifeboat. The scene in front of him let him know why Chloe was trembling in fear.
The young widow that he had spent less than three days with was now lying on the deck of the lifeboat. She was holding the pistol that he had given her. Her pale face was filled with confusion and helplessness, just like her usual expression.
However, there was a red spot on her forehead, and blood was slowly flowing down from her head.
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