“It feels so good to go back to hell.”

A handsome young man with a pale face opened his hands and said intoxicatedly.

He took a deep breath, like a fan of severe smog, showing a satisfied look.

The black windbreaker fluttered and rippled.

For other participants, the desolate and harsh living environment in the lower level of hell is simply unbearable.

But in his eyes it was so ordinary, as if he had been used to it.

It's like going home.

Those terrible evil spirits wandering here in groups, full of fierce aura.

The sulphur smoke that smells hot and makes people itchy throats.

Those chaotic magic that is full of impurities and difficult to absorb...

It seems to have no effect, but it is pleasant.

"Hell...I think it's going to be a pleasant hunt."

The handsome young man walked forward, and the reptile creatures hiding in the shadows of the corner shrank and trembled, as if they were afraid.

This uninvited guest doesn't look like he was brutally exiled and became a weak soul here.

A natural pressure emanated from the other party, as if the predator occupying the upper position of the food chain.

The familiar aura made people retreat and dared not provoke him.

What are the descendants of the Lord of Hell, what are they doing here?

After layers of fighting, the powerful evil spirits speculated.

When they are weak, they are "wild beasts" who lose their minds and have no thinking.

But as one eats one thin soul after another and absorbs those complex memories, it becomes more cunning.

“There are... prey in front.”

Before the handsome young man could express his feelings, the Taoist flag he held began to heat up.

According to the rules of the competition, whenever the participants are approaching each other, both sides will issue a warning.

You can choose to fight.

You can also choose...escape.

"No matter who it is, he is very unlucky because he met me."

The handsome young man's feet were off the ground, and a corner of his black windbreaker was lifted up.

Behind him, a pair of pitch-black wings grew.

It was originally like the pale skin that had not been sunbathed for a long time, but it was a little transparent at this time.

The dark blood vessels are crisscrossed, making them particularly terrifying.

Swish!

Every time he flapped his wings, the handsome young man rushed out of a very long distance like a flash.

Not long after, he found his target.

"I'm really unwarranted."

Flying in the air, with the help of dense clouds as a cover, the handsome young man did not reveal his tracks.

He stared at the heavy figure below, speechless.

What is that guy doing?

What comes into sight is a black dot.

Yunji looked at it with his eyes, like a big can of steel.

Iron Man is also here to participate in the battle for supremacy?

But Tony Stark won't wear such bulky armor, right?

A series of question marks emerged from the head.

"Steven Strange, a mage."

It took a long time for the handsome young man to confirm the other person's identity.

Although he had known his competitors specifically, he still tried to recall it for a long time before he remembered it.

There is no way, who told Strange to be too ordinary?

The performance in the first introductory match was not impressive and could not be impressed.

It is more about taking tricks to get away with it.

On the contrary, Thor and Loki, the sibling combination, the beauty + macho style, have gained popularity and become popular players.

"How long has it been since I tasted the mage soul of Kama Taj?"

A trace of evil light flashed in the handsome young man's eyes, like a hungry man who saw abundant food.

The dark and ink-black demon wings shook violently and pounced downwards.

Swish!

The sound of breaking the wind suddenly rang out.

A palm covered with hard scales, like cast black iron, grabbed Strange's strong armor.

The handsome young man was very confident. After he became half-demonized, his skin was enough to withstand armor-piercing bullets, and his strength could penetrate steel.

Dong!

Click!

"Fake!"

The smile on the handsome young man's face did not last long and then solidified.

Then, it turned into a twisted and hideous feeling of severe pain.

The strong arm, covered with scales, was like a sturdy wall that was slammed into an indestructible iron wall.

It suddenly bent into an amazing arc, and the white bones were exposed, and dark brown blood flowed out, like oil, viscous and scorching.

When it landed on the ground, a "hissing" smoke came out.

"what happened?"

Strange retreated repeatedly and almost fell to the point of falling.

He didn't even notice the coming of danger and was directly attacked.

"Witch Demon!"

Through a slit in the steel helmet, Strange couldn't help but take a step back when he saw the handsome young man.

That's right.

This guy who attacked him.

It is the descendant of the Lord of Hell and the number one popular player in the Supreme Mage battle for supreme.

Witch Demon!

"I'm too unlucky."

Strange said with a headache.

The least favored Little Transparent encounters the most popular hottest ones.

It's like an unknown football player facing Zidane and Messi head-on.

Apart from the one-sided crushing ending, there is no possibility anymore.

I wonder if that Superman can be reliable?

...

...

"This poor guy!"

"It's really interesting!"

"The strongest one, the weakest one... do you still need to think about it?"

"Kama Taj's unlucky mage, there are people who bet on him to win all three games? I'm afraid that it's not all the underwear that will lose!"

“…”

There was a lot of discussion in Wumen Bar, and those guests watching the live broadcast were looking forward to a cruel and unsurprising killing.

The Demon of the Witch, the Son of Hell, and the Descendant of the Old Devil Mephisto.
To be continued...