On the other side of the arena, a young boy stood motionless. Although he looked similar to Hoffa, there was not much life in his eyes. He just stood there in a daze. He looked like a robot from the Terminator movies, except this robot was made of flesh and blood.
Even so, the image was enough to make people uneasy.
Hoffa waved at him, but he did not respond.
Little Barty, on the other hand, heaved a sigh of relief. He had yet to recognize Huo Fa when he was eleven years old. He could only ask in disbelief, "That kid … That kid is your match?"
Hoffa turned his head, his expression serious. "What kind of magic do you know?"
"I know a little black magic, the Unforgivable Curse," Buddy Jr. said awkwardly. "But I don't have a wand, so I can't cast the spells I know."
"Damn it," Hoffa said angrily. "Then you'd better hide far away."
"Is that kid hard to deal with?"
"He's okay."
Huo Fa said worriedly. He wasn't afraid of the current him. It looked like the him from five years ago. His eyes hadn't changed color yet, so he shouldn't be that strong. However, he was afraid of the guy who might appear later.
A long time ago, he had seen the Underworld Insects turn into mimics. Last time, he had used the Blood Decay Potion to kill another version of himself. Now, he had nothing on him. He had to use as many tricks as he could to survive the Grim Reaper's game.
"Go underground and find that silver-haired girl. Ask her if she has any Blood Decay Potion."
"Can you do it alone?"
"Don't say too much. Listen to me."
Hoffa hurriedly told Buddy Jr., "Go and come back quickly."
As he spoke, the boy slowly pulled out a wand from his waist. The wand in his hand elongated, gradually becoming a silver glove that covered his arm.
Seeing this scene, Hoffa felt as if a lifetime had passed. He still remembered the last time he came to Hörheim. Just like that boy, he used his wand to defeat all kinds of enemies.
Buddy Jr. slowly floated backward.
His action was like a gazelle that had awakened a cheetah. The boy standing on the other side of the sand stomped on the ground, raised his glove, and swung it at Buddy Jr.
"Don't even think about it!"
Hoffa grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and turned it into a blood-red saber. With a clang, he blocked the attack of his younger self.
The boy did not react much after being blocked. He took two steps back expressionlessly, then turned sideways and swung his boxing glove. In the blink of an eye, the boxing glove turned into a large sword the size of a door and slashed horizontally at Hoffa.
Dong!
The sand blade in Hoffa's hand turned into a red round shield.
The huge sword in the boy's hand smashed against the shield, creating sparks. Hoffa's body was slightly shorter. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that he wasn't this strong when he was in first grade.
Avada, who was floating on a balloon in the air, said excitedly, "It's here. The most basic transformation of a wand. Even though it's just a basic skill, it shows an unparalleled talent. But, is this all that the Grim Reaper has sent? "
As Avada spoke, the broadsword that was slashing at Hoffa's shield grew countless sawteeth. The sawteeth turned and made a piercing buzzing sound. The broadsword turned into a meter-long chainsaw.
Buzzing!
Sparks flew everywhere!
The shield was cut in half in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't over yet. The chainsaw slid across Hoffa's chest, creating a spray of blood and instantly leaving a wound so deep that the bone could be seen.
“shit！”
Hoffa retreated a few steps, touched his chest, and cursed angrily.
He put away his last bit of contempt. Although the boy in front of him was a clone of his younger self, he was much stronger than he was when he was younger. At least, he couldn't turn his wand into a chainsaw when he was younger. He didn't understand the structure of a chainsaw at all.
After a successful attack, the boy didn't stop. He carried the elevator and rushed toward Hoffa with an astonishing momentum.
Hoffa could only keep retreating to distance himself from the boy. As he retreated, the sand around the boy rolled and turned into obstacles in an attempt to trap the boy. He dashed left and right, the chainsaw in his hand dancing and cutting through the obstacles. But in the end, he was still trapped on the ground by the power of the Crushing Grip.
Before Hoffa could breathe a sigh of relief, the chainsaw in the boy's hand turned into a rocket launcher. The scene changed. He pulled the trigger on the rocket launcher and shot out a cannonball.
"Huh?"
Hoffa was shocked. After living for so many years, he didn't know that transformation could be done like this.
The cannonball arrived in front of him in a second. He made a prompt decision and pointed his finger. The flying cannonball turned into a balloon filled with water. The balloon exploded in the air with a bang and splashed water all over Huo Fa's body.
Through the mist, he saw the boy lying on the ground. He raised a hand and pointed his wand at the boy.
Suddenly, a strong burning sensation came from Hoffa's skin. The water that fell on his skin turned into something like concentrated sulfuric acid. It was so hot that his body started to smoke.
The body given by the Grim Reaper couldn't feel much pain, but Hoffa knew that if this body was destroyed, he wouldn't be far from failure. He immediately fell to the ground and tried to use the sand to grind away the concentrated acid on his body.
But as soon as he fell to the ground, the sand on the ground turned into countless sharp iron thorns. As soon as he fell, he would be pierced into a sieve. The distance was less than half a meter, and the time was less than half a second.
Hoffa quickly pointed at the ground. The broken sand that had turned into iron thorns changed shape again and turned into a pile of loose white foam. He fell lightly into the foam and rolled up a pile of white spots.
"Look, a perfect transformation!" Avada, who was sitting on the balloon, shouted excitedly. "Other than the Grim Reaper's Arcane Realm, where else can we see such a battle?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white foam that Hoffa was in turned into a deep pool. The little boy who was firmly trapped in the sand in the distance waved his wand expressionlessly, and the water surface of the pool turned into tempered glass.
Damn it, I'm not that strong in the first grade!
Hoffa cursed in his heart. Trapped in the pool, he closed his eyes.
He put his palms together and used all his mental power to roll up the bound boy on the ground. The sand was controlled by him to grow into a towering tree. The tree opened up and turned into a pair of sharp hands.
Crack!
The giant sand hands stirred in the opposite direction like a rag.
The boy was instantly ground into meat paste. His intestines and blood burst out from between the fingers.
The bloody scene made the ghosts in the stands cheer in satisfaction.
"One to zero!" Avada, who was sitting on the balloon, raised his arm excitedly. "Hoffa, Bach used his strength to teach his past self a lesson. Sure enough, eating bread for a few years is very useful!"
The pool on the ground disappeared, revealing Hoffa who was coughing violently on the sand. At this moment, his body was full of holes caused by the corrosion of acid.
Thud.
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.
Was this the first opponent that the Grim Reaper had sent out? It looked like his first grade self. Although he could not transform into a Thunderbird, he could master the basic transformation spell to perfection.
However, after exchanging blows for less than ten rounds, his body had already been irreparably damaged by the acid. This made him secretly unwilling to give up. His opponent's other magic was useless, and just the pure transformation spell alone was enough to make him suffer greatly. He could also have this ability, but his thoughts were always limited to the world of magic, and he had never thought of turning his wand into a muggle's weapon.
One opponent was already like this. If the next opponent came …
As expected, Avada on the balloon spoke again. "In the Eternal Arena, there are many people who can win the first round, but 90% of them die in the second challenge. I wonder if this young legend can withstand the pressure that comes from himself? Then, let us now invite Hoffa, Bach from the present — Son of the Night God! "
Accompanied by Avada's fanatical cheers, the door on the other side of the arena rumbled open. A blood-red three-ring pattern appeared in the darkness of the corridor, faintly discernible.
After Avada finished shouting, he even quietly turned his head. "Oh, by the way, actually, Hörheim also has nighttime. If the Grim Reaper wants it, hahaha ~"
Outside the Bridge of Past, in the endless void and cold wind, the giant tens of thousands of meters tall, the Devourer of Corpses, slowly closed one of his eyes.
The light of the entire Grim Reaper's Arcane Realm dimmed instantly, including the Eternal Arena in his body. After the sky darkened, the sand of the arena glowed with a blood-red light. The ghosts in the stands took out light sticks from nowhere and waved them while whistling. They were so happy that it was as if a superstar had come to the Grim Reaper's Arcane Realm to hold a concert.
Rustle rustle rustle …
The footsteps stopped.
A guy about the same age as Hoffa appeared on the other side of the arena. He had gray hair, golden eyes, and a bare upper body. On his chest, there were three shining and ferocious blood-red rings.
"Blood …"
His face was more expressive than the boy just now. It was a bloodthirsty fanaticism. He kept licking his lips and repeating the word "blood".
The moment he saw the gray-haired, golden-eyed boy, Hoffa's face lost all color. He was right. The Grim Reaper had given him three opponents. They were his past, present, and future versions.
If the past version was only proficient in the Transformation Technique, he could still win by competing with his spiritual power. But the present version could be said to have a strong physical body on top of this foundation. But he didn't have a physical body, so failure was almost certain.
"One has the body of Hoffa, Bach, and the other has his soul. Then which one is the real Hoffa, Bach? Or is it that they are both, or neither?! "
Avada stood on the balloon and held his head in pain. His waist bent back 90 degrees. He raised the microphone and laughed crazily. "This kind of question is really annoying and troublesome!!"
In the midst of Avada's crazy cries.
Huo Fa turned around to take a look. Little Barty wasn't back yet.
Boom!!
The gray-haired, golden-eyed boy who looked exactly like him made his move. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It was accompanied by a blow that shook the earth. Hoffa only had time to lower his head. The wall behind him was smashed to pieces by a palm. The momentum was shocking.
As the debris flew, he saw the golden-eyed boy who looked exactly like him. His eyes were empty and emotionless, like the most standard killing beast.
"Blood."
He said.
"Mille!!"
Hoffa retreated with all his strength. He held his head and began to shout Mille's name. He knew that the guy in front of him was in his nighttime state. He was definitely not someone he could defeat. He needed Mille's help.
"Mille, do you hear me!?"
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