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

But even so, the picture is unsettling enough.

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

Little Barty breathed a sigh of relief, he 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 sideways, his expression solemn: "What kind of magic do you know?"

"A little bit of black magic, unforgivable spells and stuff. Little Barty said embarrassedly, "But I don't have a wand, and I can't release my magic." ”

"Damn," said Hoffa in annoyance, "then you'd better stay away." ”

"That kid is hard?"

"It's fine. ”

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

He had seen the Underworld Bugs turn into mimics for a long time, the last time he killed his alter self with a septic potion, and now he had nothing on him, and he had to use as many means as possible to survive the game of the Grim Reaper.

"Go underground, find the silver-haired guy and ask her if she has any septic potions. ”

"Can you do it alone?"

"Don't say much, listen to me. ”

Hoffa hurriedly instructed little Barty: "Go quickly, go back quickly." ”

As he spoke, the boy on the other side slowly pulled out a wand from his waist, and the wand deformed and elongated in his hand, gradually turning into a silver fist glove, wrapping his arm.

Looking at that scene, Hoffa felt like a world away, and he remembered the last time he came to Helheim, he was like the boy, using his wand to transform to defeat all kinds of enemies.

Little Barty slowly floated backwards.

His movements were like a gazelle waking up a cheetah, and the boy on the other side of the sand stomped on the ground and smashed little Barty with his fist glove.

"Don't think!"

Hoffa grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and flipped it into a blood-red knife, stopping the younger version of himself with a thud.

The boy didn't react much after being blocked, he took two steps back with an expressionless face, and then flicked his fist sideways, which turned into a large sword like a door panel in the blink of an eye, and slashed horizontally at Hoffa.

Boom!

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

The giant sword in the boy's hand smashed on the shield, smashing out a spark, Hoffa was a little shorter, I don't know if it was his delusion, he felt that he didn't have so much strength at all in the first grade.

Floating on the balloon in the air, Arvada said excitedly: "There has been, the most basic wand transformation, although it is only a basic skill, but it also shows an unparalleled talent. However, is this the only way the Grim Reaper can send out opponents?"

As Avada spoke, the broadsword that was cut on the shield of Hoffa actually grew countless serrations, and the sawtooth turned, making a buzzing and piercing sound, and the broadsword turned into a chainsaw more than a meter long.

Buzz!

Fires are flying!

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

That wasn't the end, the chainsaw slid through Hoffa's chest, bringing out a handful of blood, instantly leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

“shit！”

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

He put away the last trace of contempt, although the boy in front of him was a replica of his younger self, but he was much stronger than when he was younger, at least he couldn't turn a wand into a chainsaw when he was young, he didn't understand the construction of a chainsaw at all.

With a successful blow, the boy's footsteps did not stop, and he rushed towards Hoffa with the elevator in a hurry, and the momentum was amazing.

Hoffa could only keep backing away from him, and in the retreat, the sand around the boy rolled, constantly turning into obstacles, trying to trap the boy. He lunged left and right, chainsaw flying in his hand, smashing through obstacles, but eventually he was trapped on the ground by the power of the Shattered Grip.

Before Hoffa could breathe a sigh of relief, the chainsaw in the fallen boy's hand turned into a bazooka, and the style of painting changed abruptly. He pulled the bazooka and fired a cannonball.

"Huh?"

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

The cannonball flew in front of him in a second, and he immediately raised his hand and pointed at it, and the flying cannonball turned into a balloon filled with water, and the balloon exploded in the air with a bang, spilling Hoffa's body with water.

In the mist, he saw the boy who had fallen to the ground with a free hand and a wand to point.

Suddenly, a violent 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 smoked from the burning.

The body given by the god of death did not feel much pain, but Hoffa knew that if the body was destroyed, he would not be far from defeat, and he immediately fell to the ground, trying to use sand to rub the thick acid off his body.

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

Hofa pointed to the ground quickly, and the broken sand that had turned into iron thorns was reformed into a loose pile of white foam, into which he fell lightly, rolling up a pile of white dots.

"Look, perfect Transfiguration!" Avada exclaimed excitedly as he sat on the balloon, "where else can you see such a battle except in the Death Mystery?"

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

Damn it, I wasn't that strong in first grade!

Hofa cursed in his heart, trapped in a deep pool, and he closed his eyes.

With his hands folded, all his spiritual power rolled up the boy who was bound on the ground, and the sand and gravel grew into a towering tree under his control, and the crown of the tree opened up into a pair of sharp hands.

Card rub

The big hand of the sand stirred it in the opposite direction like a rag.

The boy in the middle of it was instantly ground into meat sauce, and his intestines and blood burst out from his fingers.

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

"One to zero!" Avada, who was sitting in the balloon, raised his arms excitedly: "Hofabach used his strength to teach his past self a lesson, and sure enough, it is still very useful to eat bread for a few more years!!"

The deep pool in the ground vanished, revealing Hoffa, who had fallen on the sand and coughing violently, and his body was now riddled with pitted holes eroded by the acid.

Smack.

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

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

Is this the first opponent sent by the Grim Reaper.,It looks like it's a first-year self.,Although you can't transform into a thunderbird yet.,But you can play the basic transformation technique superbly.。

It's just that after less than ten rounds of fighting, his body has been irreparably damaged by the acid, which makes him secretly unwilling, the other party's other magic is useless, just pure transfiguration makes him suffer, to say that he can also have this ability, but his thoughts are always limited to the wizarding world, and he has never thought of turning his wand into a Muggle weapon.

One opponent is already like this, and this is the next one.......

Sure enough, Arvada on the balloon spoke again, "In the Eternal Arena, there are many people who can win the first game, but 90% of them die in the second challenge, I wonder if this young legend can withstand the pressure from himself?

With Arvada's frenzied cry, the door on the other side of the arena rumbled open, and a blood-red three-ring pattern appeared in the darkness of the corridor.

After Avada finished shouting, he even quietly turned his head sideways: "Oh yes, by the way, in fact, Helheim also has nights, if the god of death wants it, hahaha~"

Outside the bridge of the past, in the endless void and cold wind, the tens of thousands of meters tall super-giant devouring corpse-Heras Varger slowly closed one eye.

The light of the entire Death Mystic Realm instantly dimmed, including the Eternal Arena in his body, and after the sky darkened, the sand of the arena glowed red like blood. The ghosts in the stands didn't know where to pull out glow sticks, waving and whistling as if a big star had come to hold a concert in the Mystery of Death.

Rustle rustle......

The footsteps stopped.

A guy of Hofa's age appeared on the other side of the arena, with gray hair, golden eyes, an upper body, and a shiny, blood-red ring on his chest.

"Blood..."

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

The moment he saw the gray-haired and golden-eyed young man, Hoffa's face suddenly lost its blood, and sure enough, he was right, the three opponents that the Grim Reaper gave him. They are their own past, present, and future versions.

If you are only proficient in Transfiguration in the past, you can also win by fighting mental power. So the current self can be said to be on the basis of this article, plus a strong body, and he has no body, then failure is almost a sure thing.

"One has Hofabach's body and the other has his soul, so which one is the real Hofabach?

Arvada stood on the balloon and covered his head in pain, his waist was ninety degrees back, he looked up to the sky and held the microphone and laughed wildly: "This kind of problem is really troublesome, troublesome!!"

In the midst of Arvada's cries of madness.

Hoffa glanced back, and little Barty hadn't returned.

Rumble!!

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

With a blow that shook the ground and shook the mountains. Hoffa only had time to lower his head, and the wall behind him was smashed by a palm, and the momentum was amazing.

As the rubble flew across, he saw the golden-eyed young man who looked exactly like him with hollow eyes and no emotion, like a most standard killing beast.

"Blood. ”

He said.

"Miller!!"

Hoffa stepped back with all his might, he pressed his head and began to shout Miller's name, he understood that this guy in front of him was in a state of night, and he was definitely not able to defeat himself, and he had to get Miller's help.

"Miller, did you hear that!?"