Star Forge Titan

Then, accompanied by a slight fluctuation of magical power, more content appeared on the letter paper.

There are two types of handwriting used to write all the contents. The former is neat and sharp, and combined with the question of using magic to cover up the contents of the letter, it is obvious that it was written by Catherine, the arrogant blonde.

She first scolded Ivan without hesitation for his self-willed heroic self-destructive behavior, and then softened her attitude and expressed her joy at his escape.

Then, there were some ordinary daily conversations, and at the end, she said with gloating that because of the huge amount of aftermath work caused by the previous major incident, although she, as the Duchess, was too busy to get away, a certain Happy King was now forced to stay in his study 24 hours a day.

Even the captain of the personal guards with whom he grew up had "rebelled" against him, squatting at the door of the study for 24 hours with a magic shield bestowed by the royal family, and would not leave until his work was completed.

Looking at these words, Alvin couldn't help but smile.

The following handwriting is somewhat round, as if it were written by a novice who had just learned to write. The sentences used are also very straightforward, without many flowery embellishments.

These were all written by Diana. She also expressed her joy at Ivan's escape and told him about the latest situation of the orphanage.

The children were all fine, Mammy was not injured, and Lind had implemented a new Poor Relief Act and a new policy of work-for-relief. People in the outer districts were now living much better than before, and there was even a sense of hope.

As for Diana herself, she had made contributions second only to Evan in the previous incident. She had now been knighted by Duchess Catherine herself and was leading the newly established Magic Knights to carry out the work of clearing out the remnants of the cultists in various places.

After reading the letter, what Catherine mentioned made Irving almost laugh out loud, and he was also happy about Diana's fate.

With a happy mood, Alvin walked towards an inconspicuous tavern in the distance.

He did not enter through the main gate, but went around to the alley at the back.

There is a tightly closed wooden door here. Although the door is made of wood, ordinary people can't easily break it open.

Alvin stepped forward and knocked three times in a row, two short and one long. Only then did a small opening open on the door, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes behind it.

"Password." The voice behind the door was a little hoarse, sounding like the result of long-term drinking.

"Damn earthworms." Alvin rolled his eyes, sensing the evil taste hidden in the command.

"Correct." The voice behind the door laughed deeply, then opened the sealed door.

"Welcome to Old Bud's Tavern."

"There's a trade fair tonight specifically for the extraordinary people. Do you understand the rules? It's best not to cause trouble."

The short middle-aged man who opened the door advised with a threatening tone:

"I know, this isn't my first time here."

Alvin didn't care about the unkindness in the other party's tone. This kind of transaction close to the black market naturally had various rules. He was exposed to these channels through the adventure notes that Captain Andre gave him before leaving.

Hearing his answer, the middle-aged man nodded perfunctorily, then raised two fingers and pointed at his eyes, then pointed at Alvin, indicating that someone would be watching him.

Walking through the wooden door into this hidden pub, the environment here is much quieter than ordinary pubs, and the guests try their best to keep their voices low even when talking to each other.

Some people even use magic to block the spread of surrounding sounds, just to ensure the greatest possible information security.

As the saying goes, 'Snakes have their ways, rats have their ways'. In addition to the various information on the surface, Alvin's third identity intends to obtain more information through these gatherings, most of whose participants are wild extraordinary people.

However, the situation today seems a little different.

Sitting at a round table near the bar in the tavern was a tall man wearing a white hooded cloak.

There was no one else sitting around the man, as if there was an invisible wall separating him from others.

Alvin raised his eyebrows, walked to the bar, ordered a drink that was neither too expensive nor too cheap, and then winked at the bartender.

"Who is that?"

The bartender who was wiping the glass looked in the direction of his finger, and immediately looked away when he saw the tall man.

"Sir, I suggest you stop meddling in other people's business." The bartender lowered his voice, fearing that it would attract the other party's attention.

"He's a dangerous individual wanted by the five wizard kings, a fighter from the Freedom Fist."

The bartender hesitated for a moment, but finally told the visitor's name because of the drinks Alvin ordered.

"Wrist Blade-Brad."

Chapter 24: A Low-Level Trap

Wrist blade?

Five Witch Kings Wanted?

A fighter of the Fist of Freedom?

Instead of looking away due to the bartender's persuasion, Alvin looked at the other person with interest.

The man called Wrist Blade Brad looks like a standard warrior. He is very tall and stands out even among adventurers whose average physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people.

In addition, although the white hooded cloak concealed most of the outline and appearance, the wrist and forearm holding the wine glass alone revealed a very developed muscle group.

Alvin could tell at a glance that those were muscles specially trained for combat. They were neither stiff due to overdevelopment nor lacked considerable explosive power.

As for why he could recognize him easily, it was naturally because he also had muscles that were even better than his.

I wonder what style of boxing this person practices?

Ivan thought curiously in his heart.

On the other side, feeling the gaze of others, Brad slowly raised his head.

Under the hood of the white cloak, a pair of bright eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He discovered that the person looking at him was a young stranger. The other party seemed very calm, not affected by the names of "Freedom Fist" and "Wrist Blade" at all. He even raised his glass and saluted from a distance.

Brad's expression remained unchanged as he began to assess the other man. Then, his gaze immediately grew serious.

Although the visitor was dressed in ordinary desert ethnic attire, Brad's keen observation skills and ability to detect the aura of the strong, gained from long-term boxing practice, allowed him to discover that beneath the brown-gray robe, there was a body as powerful as a bronze chariot.

Although they were just staring at each other silently, the resonance of muscles between the men made him subconsciously raise his glass in return.

The bartender watched on in amazement, completely confused as to why the two of them suddenly had such a tacit understanding. You clearly didn't know each other just now!?!

Ivan took the initiative to sit across from Brad and extended a hand to him.

Brad raised his eyebrows and shook his hand decisively.

No need for dialogue, this is the resonance between muscles!

Simply put, it is arm wrestling.

Alvin felt an extremely active force rapidly coming along his wrist.

It was not simply brute force, but a force that was strong and powerful, and at the same time, it was as swirling, changeable and difficult to restrain as the wild wind blowing across the desert.

This is much more difficult to deal with than simple brute force. Even if your strength attribute is higher than the opponent's, you still have to concentrate to avoid accidentally overturning.

On the other side, Brad was also very surprised. He felt that what he was holding was not an arm, but a steel ring fixed to the ground.

No matter how he changed his force-generating technique or how he increased his power output, his opponent remained fixed in place like a mountain brushed by the breeze, undisturbed.

The two men fell silent at the same time, but others noticed that the blue brick floor under their feet was gradually cracking.

One second passed, two seconds passed...

Before the third second arrived, the first thing that could not withstand the force was naturally the solid wooden dining table that was pressed by the two arms.

Bang!

The originally sturdy and durable wooden table exploded into countless tiny pieces of wood fibers without any warning. Sitting among the debris scattered on the ground, his two tightly clenched arms loosened at the same time and caught the wine glass that was about to fall to the ground.

After looking at each other again, both sides showed expressions of agreement.

Then, Brad noticed with some surprise that his sleeve had burst open near his wrist, apparently from the muscles bulging under his extreme exertion.

I actually used all my strength subconsciously without realizing it?

The fighter's expression suddenly became interesting.

"Meet Walker, the Northerner Walker." Alvin took the initiative to speak, and at the same time did not forget to throw a few gold dust to the bartender with a grim expression as compensation for the damaged wooden table.

"My name should go without saying."

"Brad, the fist fighter Brad without a last name." Brad smiled very rarely, with a resolute face under his hood.

If he wasn't so serious, he would be a very popular handsome man, but his serious expression made this fighter look a bit old-fashioned and difficult to approach.

"Fist Fighter, you are so powerful. I felt like I was holding a gust of strong wind just now." Recalling the leaping and powerful force just now, Alvin couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the unique boxing style of the Silent Desert area is indeed full of surprises.

"Sharp fellow, the original inspiration for the boxing style I practiced was indeed related to the raging storms that rushed across the desert."

Brad smiled in surprise, then looked at Ivan's arm.

"As for you, sir, if I'm not mistaken, you practice a kind of boxing style related to the earth, right? I can sense that unshakable firmness, like the mountains on land."

"It does have some connection to it. Have you heard of the Fist of Flowing Stone?" As he said that, Alvin turned his wrist and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

The next moment, the deep color as indestructible as a black diamond spreads like ink, quickly covering the surface of the skin.

In order to ensure that the third identity would not be easily exposed, Alvin took some time to familiarize himself with the boxing skills he learned from the orc Gaoshan.

After vaguely feeling that he could use it fluently and freely, he decided to use boxing as the main ability to show to the outside world with this identity.

Little did they know that this scene was by no means easy in the eyes of a true boxer.

Simplified configuration!?! Kill with ease!?!

Brad's eyelids twitched, and the expression on his face became more solemn.

For boxers, the breathing method and boxing configuration that draw on magic power in the school are undoubtedly the most core elements in combat.

Only boxers who are proficient in using breathing techniques and configurational power are qualified to surpass the entry-level "beginner" level and truly enter the "skilled" level of boxers.

But that is actually just the beginning. Only boxers who can simplify the original rigid core configuration into personal style and thoroughly integrate special breathing methods into their daily movements, so as to be able to stimulate the power of the configuration at will, have the abilities and traits that a truly first-class boxer should have.

The rank of such a boxer is called "Jiechuan", which is an honor that only first-class boxers second only to masters can obtain.

Moreover, first-rate boxers who master this quality can often easily decide the life or death of their opponents in a fight.

Therefore, this trait is also called - killing with ease!

The opponent casually displayed the qualities of a first-class boxer, but the 'Fist of Flowing Stone' he mentioned was just a very common and ordinary boxing style.

As a powerful boxer and first-class boxer, Brad naturally knew about it, but it was hard for him to imagine that this faction, which had only been established for more than ten years and whose core structure and boxing techniques were relatively simple and crude, could actually train such powerful warriors?

Just as the Great Elder said, the real strength lies not in the boxing, but in the person who practices boxing.

You really can't underestimate any faction!

Next, the two people who had just met each other chatted familiarly about various things related to boxing practice.

Brad's rich experience in boxing training brought great benefits to Ivan, and even corrected some of his subjective misunderstandings about boxing.

As a person from another world, Ivan's unrestrained ideas and new thoughts also touched Brad. He vaguely felt that the bottleneck that restricted his own strength growth had loosened.

You know, he'd been stuck at the Kaiden rank for years. This renowned boxer felt incredibly frustrated at not being able to truly reach the realm of a true master.

Although the improvement of boxing skills does not mean an improvement in the extraordinary level, the improvement of this combat skill with special power can also bring about a rapid increase in combat power.

Therefore, after seeing the possibility of further progress, Brad became more focused in exchanging boxing experiences with Alvin, and occasionally mentioned some tips and techniques circulated within the Freedom Fist.

The distance between the two men made it unlikely for others to hear their conversation, and Brad's reputation and their previous performance also made it impossible for others to eavesdrop.

The pleasant conversation made time pass quickly, and the two stopped talking only when the bartender behind the bar knocked the glass with a spoon to indicate that the trade fair had officially begun.

"Is this your first time attending this kind of exchange meeting?" Brad noticed that Ivan was looking around curiously, and then he realized that the other party should be a very young man, or even just a teenager, and he couldn't help but look up to him even more.

"More or less." Alvin shrugged. He had participated in similar activities many times in the game, but this was his first time experiencing it in real life.

Gatherings like this where wild supernatural beings communicate and trade with each other often require a local prestigious person to act as a guarantor, or they are fixed gatherings that have been agreed upon after lasting for a long time.

The gathering that Alvin learned about through the notes given by Andre leaned towards the latter.

Soon, some people began to make their own demands.

"Whoever has information about the Swordsman Promotion Ceremony, I am willing to exchange it for gold dust or magical materials of equal value." Like most participants, he wore a dark brown cloak to conceal his figure.

"Can I change to an enchanted weapon?" asked another participant, who also covered himself with a cloak.

"I don't have any extra, but if you don't mind, you can bring a 'normal' level sharp enchanted longsword to the next party."

"Just 'normal' level?" The man was obviously not satisfied with the answer.

"What else? This is the Silent Desert, how can there be so many weapons to choose from?" The person who proposed the deal retorted in a bad tone:

The other man obviously realized that he was in the wrong, and he snorted twice before stopping talking.

Scenes like this happened one after another, with both successful and unsuccessful transactions, and the atmosphere on the scene gradually became lively.

In fact, the second-level "Swordsman" mentioned in the initial unsuccessful transaction is just a very common warrior advancement option.