On the other side of the arena, a young boy didn't move. Although he was similar to Hoffa in appearance, he didn't have much expression in his eyes. He just stood in the same place. It's like the robot in the Terminator movie, but the robot is made of flesh and blood.

But even so, the picture is disturbing enough.

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

Little Barty was relieved. He didn't recognize Hoffa when he was eleven, but he asked incredulously, "that kid... That kid is your opponent?"

Hoffa turned his head and said, "what magic do you know?"

"A little bit of black magic, unforgivable spells and so on." Little Barty said awkwardly, "but I don't have a magic wand, and I can't release my magic."

"Damn it," Hoffa said angrily, "then you'd better hide far away."

"That child is hard to deal with?"

"Not bad."

Hoffa said anxiously that he was not afraid of the person he came out of now. He looked like he was five years ago. His eyes haven't changed color, so he should not be any better. But he was afraid of the guy who might appear behind him.

As early as a long time ago, he had seen the mimicry monster of the underworld insect. The last time he killed another himself with the septic agent, but now he has nothing on him. He has to increase his means as much as possible to survive from the game of death.

"Go underground, find the silver haired guy and ask her if she has any medicine for blood loss."

"You can do it alone?"

"Don't talk too much. Listen to me."

Hoffa quickly told little Barty: "go and return quickly."

As he spoke, the boy on the opposite side slowly pulled out a magic wand from his waist. The wand was deformed and elongated in his hand, and gradually turned into a silver fist, wrapping his arm.

Looking at that scene, Hoffa felt as if he had been separated from the rest of the world. He still remembers that the last time he came to helm, like the boy, he used his magic wand to transform to defeat all kinds of enemies.

Little Barty floated back slowly.

His action was like a gazelle waking up the cheetah. The boy on the other side of the sand stepped on the ground and hit little patty with his fist.

"No way!"

Hoffa grabs a handful of sand from the ground, turns it into a blood red long knife and blocks the young version's attack with a clank.

The boy didn't react much after he was blocked. He stepped back two steps without expression, then swung his fist. The fist turned into a big sword like a door plate in the blink of an eye, and cut across Hoffa.

Dong!

Hoffa's sand blade turned into a red shield.

The huge sword in the boy's hand hit the shield and produced a flash of sparks. Hoffa was a little short. I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that he didn't have so much strength when he was in the first grade.

Floating in the air balloon, awada said excitedly: "the most basic magic wand deformation has appeared. Although it is only a basic skill, it also shows incomparable talent. But is death only able to send out opponents to this extent? "

While awada was talking, the broadsword cut on Hoffa's shield grew countless sawteeth. The sawteeth turned and made a buzzing sound. The broadsword turned into a one meter long electric saw.

Buzz!

The fire is everywhere!

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

It's not over yet. The chainsaw glided across Hoffa's chest, bringing out a handful of blood, leaving a deep bone wound in an instant.

“shit！”

Hoffa stepped back, touched his chest and swore.

He put away the slighting he had left. Although the boy in front of him was a replica of his youth, he was much better than when he was young. At least when he was young, he couldn't turn his wand into a chainsaw. He didn't understand the structure of the chainsaw at all.

With one hit, the boy kept on walking. He rushed to Hoffa with the elevator, with amazing momentum.

Hoffa could only keep on retreating to distance him. In the process of retreating, the sand around the boy rolled and turned into obstacles, trying to trap the boy. He dashed from left to right, saw flying in his hand, constantly chopping obstacles, but he was finally trapped on the ground by the power of crushing grip.

Before Hoffa could breathe a sigh of relief, the electric saw in the boy's hand turned into a rocket launcher, and his painting style suddenly changed. He pulled the rocket and ejected a shell.

"Ha?"

Hoffa was stunned. After living for so many years, he didn't know that transfiguration could play like this.

The shell flew in front of him in a second. He immediately raised his hand. The shell in flight turned into a balloon full of water. The balloon exploded in the air with a bang and splashed Hoffa's whole body of water.

Misty water, he saw the boy fell on the ground, free a hand, holding a magic wand.

Suddenly, a sharp burning sensation came from Hoffa's skin, and the water that fell on his skin turned into a kind of substance such as concentrated sulfuric acid. His body is smoking.Death's body didn't feel much pain, but Hoffa knew that if the body was destroyed, he would not be far away from failure. He immediately fell to the ground, trying to use sand to remove the acid.

But as soon as he fell to the ground, the sand on the ground became countless sharp iron thorns. As long as he fell down, he would be instantly tied into a sieve, less than half a meter away and less than half a second in time.

, the ground of the Hough's quick eye, was transformed into the broken sand of iron thorns and transformed into a pile of loose white foam. He fell gently into the foam and rolled up a pile of white dots.

"Look, perfect transfiguration!" Sitting on the balloon, awada exclaimed excitedly: "in addition to death, where else can we see such a battle?" The voice of

has just fallen, and the white foam of Hough has turned into a deep pool. The little boy trapped in the sand in the distance is deadpan, and his wand is turned into toughened glass.

Damn it, I'm not that strong in first grade!

Hoffa cursed in his heart and was trapped in the deep pool. He closed his eyes.

Hands together, all the mental strength rolled up the ground, the boy was bound, gravel was controlled by him, grew into a towering tree, crown open, into a pair of sharp hands.

The gravel is stirred in the opposite direction like a rag.

In which the boy was instantly twisted into meat sauce, intestines and blood burst out from his fingers.

The bloody picture makes the ghost on the stand give out a satisfied cheer.

"One to zero!" Sitting on the balloon, awada excitedly raised his arm: "hoffabach has taught himself a lesson with his strength. Sure enough, it's very useful to eat bread for a few more years!"

The deep pool on the ground disappeared, revealing Hoffa coughing violently on the sand. Now he was full of potholes corroded by acid.

Click.

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

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

This is the first opponent sent by the God of death. It seems that he is a freshman. Although he won't be transformed into Thunderbird, he can play basic metamorphosis with great charm.

However, after less than ten rounds of fighting, his body has been irreparably damaged by the acid, which makes him unwilling. Other magic of the other side is useless. Just pure metamorphosis makes him suffer a lot. He can have this ability, but his idea is always limited in the magic world, and he never thought of turning the magic wand into a Muggle weapon .

One opponent has already done this, and if it's the next opponent again...

sure enough, Avada on the balloon said, "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? Now, I'd like to invite hoffahbach, the son of the night God

With Avada's fanatical voice, the gate on the other side of the duel field is rumbling open, and a blood red three ring pattern appears in the dark of the corridor.

When Avada finished shouting, he even turned his head quietly: "Oh, by the way, helheim also has a night. If death wants to, ha ha ha ~"

outside the bridge of the past, in the endless void and cold wind, a giant tens of thousands of meters high, Heras varger, who devours the corpse, slowly closes one eye.

The whole light of death's secret place suddenly dimmed, including the eternal arena in his body. After the sky dimmed, the sand of the arena glowed like blood. The ghosts in the stands don't know where to take out the fluorescent sticks, whistling while waving. They are as happy as a big star who will hold a concert in the mysterious place of death.

Rustle...

the footsteps stopped.

A guy of the same age as Hoffa appeared on the other side of the duel field. He had gray hair, golden eyes, upper body, and shining and ferocious blood red rings on his chest.

"Blood..."

there were more expressions on his face than the boy just now. It was a bloodthirsty frenzy. He kept licking his lips and repeating the word "blood" in his mouth.

The moment he saw the gray haired and golden eyed boy, Hoffa's face suddenly lost its color. As expected, what he thought was right. Death gave him three opponents. They are their past, present and future versions.

If the past is only proficient in metamorphosis, you can also use the way of fighting spirit to win. So now I can say that on the basis of this one, plus a strong body, and I have no body, then failure is almost certain.

"One has Hoffa Bach's body, and the other has his soul. Which one is the real Hoffa Bach? Or are they, or are they not! "

Standing on the balloon, awada painfully covered his head, waist back completed 90 degrees, he raised the microphone and laughed wildly: "this kind of problem is really troubling, troubling!"In the voice of Avada's madness.

Hoffa looked back. Patty hasn't come back yet.

Boom!!

as like as two peas, he blinked away.

With the shaking of the earth. Hoffa only had time to lower his head, and the wall behind him was smashed by a slap, which was astonishing.

as like as two peas flying across the gravel, he saw the same golden eyed boy as he looked, empty and unemotional, like a most standard killing beast.

"Blood."

He said.

"Miller!"

Hoffa retreated with all his strength. He pressed his head and began to shout Miller's name. He understood that the guy in front of him was in the state of night. He was definitely not able to win. He had to get Miller's help.

"Miller, do you hear me?"