On the streets of Bournemouth, Manse was wearing a grey robe and a hat. He walked as if he was flying. After the Vampires were completely eliminated, Bournemouth had returned to order. Every once in a while, a large number of police officers would pass by. They wore black uniforms and knocked on every door. Some of them even took out a pen and paper to jot something down.
It seemed that they were searching for the remnants of the Vampires incident.
Dark clouds hovered in the sky, and bits of paper fluttered in the air. The air pressure was extremely low, which was a sign of a storm. The police officers and pedestrians on the streets felt that the weather was abnormal. They shouted and returned to their homes or vehicles.
At this moment, a black shadow floated over Manse's head. He looked up and saw a blurry figure rolling in the dark clouds. His head twitched a few times, and every time it shook, a large amount of information would enter his mind.
Then, he lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and continued to walk forward.
The future was very clear in his eyes. He knew that Hoffa Bach would definitely come looking for him. He knew that the young Magus had obtained the key to kill him, and he knew that he would break the key. He also knew that as long as he defeated Hoffa Bach, Sister Chloe would be his.
As long as he could control the nun and obtain her blood regularly, it would be easy to see the future.
But the more he could see, the clearer it became, and the more information he received. The thick anxiety that could not be dissipated became heavier. The shadow of death was like the sword of Damocles, hanging high above his head.
If there was anyone who could make him die without him noticing, it would undoubtedly be Grindelwald. But he would not allow such a thing to happen.
When he was about three hundred meters away from the port, the air pressure became lower and lower. Thunder began to flash in the dark clouds. The fierce wind blew a banana peel from the trash can, and it hung on Manse's head.
He stopped moving.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the alley.
A figure appeared out of thin air on the other side of the alley. Before the storm, everything looked grayish white, be it the trees or the buildings. The only color that could be seen was the young man's golden eyes.
"Where are you going?" The gray-haired, golden-eyed youth asked.
"I'm going to find Grindelwald and kill him."
Manse took off the banana peel hanging on his head and looked at the young man in front of him. He was not surprised at all. Hoffa Bach's arrival was completely within his expectations. He didn't even bother to take the initiative to look for him.
"That's your goal as well, so I suggest you step aside."
"I won't."
The young man shook his head. "If the price of killing the Black Devil King is to obtain another Black Devil King, I'd rather maintain the status quo. Forgive me for being blunt, but you're more terrifying than Grindelwald to a certain extent."
"What a busybody." Manse took off his hood and stretched his neck. "But that's fine. That's who you are. I don't want to persuade you. If you want to fight, then come at me."
"You're alone. Where are your splits?"
The teenager on the other side of the alley remained motionless.
"Ha."
Manse laughed impatiently. "Do you really think you're worth having so many of us attack at once? Forget it, I'm alone now. I don't want you to say I'm bullying you. Come at me."
The teenager on the other side of the alley didn't move, nor did he have any intention of attacking. The two of them stared at each other for a while before the gray-haired youth suddenly said, "I don't actually want to kill you. I really just want to take Chloe away."
"You say it as if you can really kill me." Manse felt even more sarcastic. He pointed into the distance and said, "Didn't you put her on the roof of a building three hundred meters away? If you want to take her away, then take her away. "
"Will you really allow me to do that? Will you never look for her again?"
Manse pursed his lips and shook his head. "Of course not."
"I don't want to kill you." The gray-haired youth repeated, "In fact, I'm tired and disgusted of all the killing I've done along the way. If possible, I don't want to see death again, even if it's your death."
The disdain on Manse's face slowly disappeared. At this moment, he suddenly saw a kind of sincerity on the youth's face. It was an expression he had never seen on anyone else's face before.
"Then, may I ask, what should I do?" Manse asked slowly. "In the eyes of Wizard Bach, what should I become to be considered a good citizen?"
"That's your own choice. It has nothing to do with me. There are so many people in this world. There will always be some strange souls. There's no rule on Earth that says you can't raise murderers or shameless bastards. If you want benefits, then go for it. If you want to be at the top of the pyramid, then go for it. But, Manse, Chloe is really important to me. I can't give her to you. "
With that, the youth took a step forward and stretched out his hand. "That's enough, Manse. It's really enough. Even a rabbit will bite if you push it too far."
Manse took a step back. He looked at the youth's outstretched hand and couldn't help but think of Grindelwald.
"What a strange way to put it. I have to say, compared to that nun, I like you more."
He lifted his robe, revealing the well-ironed military uniform underneath and the silver eyes under the brim of his hat. "But, if something is out of my control, I have to find a way to make it obedient."
There was no need to say more. The air pressure in the sky had reached its limit. A drop of rain hit his head like a bugle horn. In an instant, thousands of raindrops fell at the same time, making pitter-patter sounds.
The youth at the entrance of the alley had disappeared.
Manse clenched his fist.
Time slowed down rapidly. Countless results flowed through his mind. He could see that the youth was less than half a meter away from him. His body was leaning back, one hand clenched into a fist and the other forward, like a still ancient Greek sculpture.
As time slowed down, he shook his head, took out a Mauser pistol from his pocket, and came to the side of the youth who had swung his fist. He pressed the trigger against the youth's head.
Boom!!
Flames spewed out.
Accompanied by the gunshot, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky.
The flow of time returned to normal.
The moment Hoffa punched out, the bullet hit his head and sent him flying. His leg muscles collided with the puddles on the ground, creating a large splash. He didn't move at all.
Manse put down the pistol and looked at the guy who had fallen into the puddles. He shook his head. "Get up. Don't try to play dead. It's useless."
After saying that, the youth slowly got up from the ground. His forehead was dented, and there was a light blue metallic luster on it.
"You can keep up with my speed?" he asked, puzzled.
"It's just that time has slowed down," Manse said indifferently. "A hundred times still."
Drip.
The movement of the youth in front of him slowed down. The falling raindrops also slowed down. After more than ten seconds, he still stood there with his back bent.
Manse reloaded the pistol and slowly walked to Hoffa's side. Finally, the pair of golden eyes attracted his attention. He took out the pistol again and aimed it at the youth's eyes.
"Goodbye," he said, and pulled the trigger.
The moment the trigger was pulled, the pair of golden pupils turned and locked onto Maans, who was holding the gun. Then, a bolt of lightning struck down from the dark clouds. It fell on Manse's body at a speed visible to the naked eye, electrocuting him to the ground. Even the pistol was blown up by the high energy.
Time returned to normal. The rain continued to fall.
The moment everything returned to normal, countless raindrops turned into silver steel needles in the process of falling. They densely pierced Maans, who had fallen to the ground, and turned him into a bloody hedgehog.
Drip.
The steel needles turned back into raindrops and floated up again.
The bloody hedgehog stood up from the ground again. The Mauser that had been blown into a fried dough twist also reassembled, becoming brand new and normal.
Time rewound to the second before the lightning struck. Manse stood in the same place, pointing the gun at Hoffa's eyes. But this time, the moment the lightning struck, he jumped back in time and dodged the explosion.
The moment he dodged, hundreds of lightning bolts fell from the cloudy sky like tentacles at the same time. Countless flashes of lightning flashed, and the entire world was illuminated to be as white as snow.
Faced with such a powerful lightning strike, Manse was not afraid. Instead, he laughed. "Don't you know that this is meaningless?"
Boom! Boom!
The lightning tore through the darkness.
The moment time returned to normal, the heavy rain completely drenched him. The gray rain mist mixed with the falling lightning made it almost impossible to see anything.
Manse looked up and saw a flash of gray light. The sharp golden eyes swept an arc in the air. The gray-haired boy came to his side, pulled out a tender branch from his waist, and stabbed it into his abdomen.
Sensing the danger and seeing the boy's indomitable gaze, he grinned. "Ten Thousand Times Stillness!"
The flow of time slowed down to almost a standstill.
All sound disappeared. Zizi. Under this speed, even the falling lightning in the sky stopped roaring. They could only be seen spiraling down from the sky bit by bit, like countless silver branches with sharp forks. They hung upside down bit by bit, meandering from the sky, slowly growing down.
That gorgeous and unbelievably beautiful scene reflected an extremely dazzling white light on the ground full of water.
That day, countless residents of Bournemouth could not sleep because of the thunder. They leaned against the window and saw the most beautiful scene at the end of summer. For Muggles who did not know what magic was, this moment of lightning was enough for them to remember for the rest of their lives.
But for Maans, he could watch this scene to his heart's content until he was sick of it. He walked slowly to the side of the immobilized youth and pulled out the tender branch in his hand.
Crack!
It was a simple twist.
The thin mistletoe was directly broken in half.
Then he raised his hand and threw it into the falling lightning. The high temperature instantly turned the tender branch into ashes and it completely disappeared.
Tick.
Time returned to normal.
Hoffa maintained his piercing posture and rushed into the lightning array. He did not stab anyone. Instead, he was heavily hit by the falling lightning that he created, and his skin and flesh were torn open. After he got up, he stumbled back a few steps.
Dense lightning fell on the open space beside Maans, and the silver electric current that exploded separated all the water droplets in the air. Maans was also electrocuted, but he sneered and said, "Black mistletoe, I can't believe you found this thing. Who on earth told you this secret?"
He tilted his head and thought for a second. "Oh, yes. It must be that guy Aldo, right? Among my group of traitorous subordinates, Aldo is the most shameless one. "
"He is a hundred times stronger than you." Hoffa's body was full of wounds from the lightning strikes, but his expression did not change at all.
"The dead are stronger than the living. Never heard of that."
Manse strode forward. He did not use any ability. Instead, he walked in front of Hoffa and stared down at his opponent's eyes. "The mistletoe is gone. All the information is in my eyes. Everything you can do is also in my observation. Tell me, how can I defeat an enemy who knows everything? "
"If you want to defeat me, turn the time to the day." Hoffa said. "Otherwise, in this night, even if I can't kill you, you won't be able to kill me."
With just one sentence, the veins on Manse's forehead bulged. He clenched his fists and breathed rapidly. This reminder was like a blow to the head. It made him see the shadow of death hovering above his head.
"Why not? Are you saying that you can't see the day? "
"Cut the crap!"
Manse was furious. He slowed down the time and slapped Hoffa's face. He roared, "Your failure is destined. I have seen your future. No one will look favorably on you, no one will know about you, no one will appreciate you, and no one will acknowledge you!"
"It has nothing to do with you."
Tick tock. Time stopped.
Manse punched the gray-haired boy in the face.
Tick tock. Time stopped.
Hoffa retreated and hit the wall. He raised his arm.
Tick tock. Time stopped.
Manse punched him in the face again.
"Pitiful heroism is outdated. People nowadays will only become more and more like me!"
Boom!
Another punch came down.
Blood flowed down his cracked lips.
Boom!
Another punch.
Boom!
Yet another punch.
.....
Manse stopped and started time tirelessly. At the same time, he punched again and again tirelessly until his fist was a bloody mess. He didn't feel it and didn't want to stop. On this stormy night, everything played out like a scripted play.
However, the more he beat this guy, the more frustrated he became.
The more Hoffa Bach was beaten, the more he couldn't see his own fate. It was completely unknown when Grindelwald would come to kill him. He didn't know. His confusion and anxiety grew.
And this anxiety could only be vented through violence.
And so, one punch after another, one punch after another …
From an ordinary person's point of view, only a few minutes had passed. However, from Manse's point of view, he had been beating the boy in front of him for days. He beat the boy until his head was swollen. His originally handsome face was beaten to a state that even his own mother wouldn't recognize. He also cracked the bones on the back of his hand.
Finally, the storm subsided. The lightning in the sky also extinguished. The surging magic power calmed down.
Manse's last knee hit the boy's lower abdomen. Hoffa, who had been beaten for nearly a hundred hours in slow time, lay motionless in the puddle of water. His chest rose and fell slightly.
He used his bony right hand to tear off his tattered coat and pulled at his bow tie. He said tiredly and cruelly, "You lost."
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