Star Forge Titan

And every breath Hunter Hader took was accompanied by the sound of heavy wind. That heaviness seemed to weigh on everyone's heart, making their legs go weak involuntarily.

Brad raised his hands horizontally, and his muscles relaxed and tensed rhythmically, forming a tall cross standing on the ground, like the calm before the storm.

Ivan's golden eyes, which could directly see magic, clearly noticed that this seemingly strange action completely activated Brad's magic.

Even the surrounding magic began to converge towards him, until it coalesced into a layer of extremely active magic. Furthermore, the magic within Brad's body also followed a certain pattern, flowing through his muscles in a fluctuating pattern, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, coinciding with the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Ran Dou Sand Falcon Fist, all passed down, wrist blade - Brad!" The fighter proudly shouted out the style he practiced and his own name.

For boxers, this is the final gift that symbolizes the honor of their school and themselves before the battle begins.

Even if there is irreconcilable hatred between the warring parties, as long as it is a one-on-one honor duel, this final etiquette must be observed.

So, Hunter, dressed in black clothes and armor, with even his face hidden behind a ferocious mask, stepped forward, casually untied the straps on his chest, and let the wide cloak fall behind him.

He spread out his five fingers covered in cold metal armor, and moved his arms up and down, front and back, in an interlaced posture of claws and fangs, a starting posture different from Brad's.

While activating all the magic power in his body, he did not forget to shout out his own name.

"Lan Dou Fang Lang Quan, Broken Disciple, Hunter Hader!"

The next second, the battle begins!

As if suddenly broken, Brad's hands, which were stretched out like a cross, disappeared for a moment, and then appeared countless arms with different movements!

That was the afterimage left in the eyes of others by the boxer's hands swinging and hitting at high speed. At first glance, it looked like Brad had grown a hundred arms out of thin air and was performing different moves at the same time.

Without exception, these arms all had their fingers clasped together like knives, accompanied by a storm-like loud breathing method, and a ball of air turbulence visible to the naked eye was wrapped around the five fingers.

The turbulent air currents, imbued with magical energy and carrying a powerful vacuum pressure, each one sliced ​​through everything it touched like a blade, fully demonstrating the origin of the Braid Wrist Blade's name.

Even if he doesn't carry any weapons, his hands are the most powerful weapons!

Facing the overwhelming cutting knives like a hurricane, Hunter moved like a ferocious wolf.

His upper body swayed back and forth easily as if it had no bones, leaving behind several afterimages and avoiding most of Brad's attacks.

The avoided air turbulence shot backwards, breaking the wall directly like stray bullets flying across the modern battlefield, leaving behind a wide crack as long as five meters as if it had been chopped by a giant sword, which also made the wild extraordinary people who had stayed to watch exclaim in surprise.

Several people immediately chose to flee, but a series of screams were heard outside the tavern.

"Despicable!" Brad cursed.

He realized that the other party must have set an ambush outside the tavern, and this was completely a trap set for him.

However, what really made Brad angry was that Hunter and his subordinates attacked innocent people who had nothing to do with the feud between the two sides.

"Humph, after not seeing you for so many years, you're still so naive, Junior Brother!!!"

Hunter sneered, and even though his hands did not touch Brad, he still pushed forward with force!

Fanghun-Lone Wolf!

As his hands were clenched together, a sudden explosion sounded in the air, and countless intersecting vacuum blades turned into invisible fangs, stabbing at Brad from above and below at the same time.

It was as if an invisible wolf suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit everything around the fighter.

The stone floor was pierced, the wooden tables and chairs were smashed, and even the building itself began to shake violently.

The sturdy buildings that could withstand the wind and rain in the desert now crumble like a house made of matchboxes.

But Brad, who was in the center of the attack, only suffered minor injuries!

The magic power wrapped around the body, under the effect of breathing and boxing configuration, turned into invisible storm armor that covered the body of the fist fighter, blocking most of the storm fangs that could easily penetrate hard rocks. The few that slipped through the net only left a few negligible wounds on the tough flesh of the third-level warrior.

In comparison, the unlucky ones caught in the fray were far worse off. Even if they were merely brushed by the aftermath, they would often suffer horrific wounds as severe as those chopped by knives and axes.

Most people had to prostrate themselves on the ground, but this battle also made them realize how powerful the Lan Dou school, which was said to control the Fist of the Fierce Wind, was.

It can penetrate stone and cut metal when attacking, and it can be invulnerable to swords and spears when defending.

Combining boxing techniques with breathing techniques, it's actually possible to achieve this level!?!

It is worthy of being one of the best boxing schools in the desert, and is known as the "Lan Dou Wan Liu" school.

Brad uses the wind as his blade and is unstoppable, while Hunter uses the wind as his teeth and is brutal and violent. This is a battle between a sword and a hound!

He subconsciously blocked the aftermath of an attack, and sparks appeared on the surface of his diamond-hard skin. The two different fighting styles deepened Alvin's understanding of boxing.

Even brothers from the same faction may not necessarily use the same boxing techniques. Differences in their understanding of boxing and breathing techniques can even lead to completely different branch factions.

"I won't let you do whatever you want!" Brad's roar made Ivan come back to his senses.

He saw the white-robed fighter forcing his way towards Hunter despite the attack, but the latter fired a "Fang Hunter" at him without any warning.

Then, Ivan was shocked to see Brad turn over and jump up, blocking the attack with his back in the middle, and spitting out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

Hunter Hader obviously did not intend to miss this opportunity. He raised both hands at the same time, clenched his five fingers into claws, and struck out continuously like lightning.

Fang Hunting-Double Wolves!

Brad only had time to use his arms to protect his vital parts. The protection gathered by his boxing configuration was pierced in many places, and dozens of hideous lacerations immediately appeared all over his body.

???

What are you doing?

Do you all think I'm a pushover?

"Game over." Looking at the injured fighter half-kneeling, Hunter in black clothes and armor suddenly raised his hand.

Then, the walls and ceiling of the entire tavern began to tear apart. Dozens of tall men in black, using grappling hooks and horses, completely demolished the building, already crumbling from the aftermath of the battle, in an instant, even the roof.

"Oh, I'm too familiar with you, Junior Brother."

"Face the reality. You've always been just as naive and stupid as when you first started!"

"Even as a gladiator, I had to show mercy to my enemies three times. Ha, Brad the Three Mercies, what a nice name, but also what a stupid name!"

Putting away his right hand stained with Brad's blood, Hunter shouted harshly in a hoarse voice with heavy breathing, and drops of bright red blood fell to the ground.

"Yes...you're right." Brad slowly raised his head and stared at the abstract, ferocious wolfhound mask on Hunter's face.

"I'm certainly not as cruel, cunning, or realistic as you are."

"Humph."

Hunter snorted coldly and did not comment.

"But you're not the only smart person in this desert."

Brad's bloodstained lips curled up slightly.

"Look around you, there are freedom fighters everywhere!"

Along with Brad's shout, bursts of breaking air sounds quickly came from the surroundings.

The desert wind blows, and the robes flutter.

The rooftops of the buildings near the demolished tavern were immediately occupied by figures wearing white robes and hoods.

Fists of Freedom, assemble!!!

Chapter 27 Why did you mess with him?

what is this?

A plan within a plan?

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, the boy is below, the mother is watching, and the father is whipping him with a belt?

No wonder Hunter Hader, who controls the Black Legion, would use such a crude method of frame-up.

No wonder Brad appeared so blatantly in this place, which is almost a public place for adventurers and wild supernatural beings.

It turned out that the two groups were baits and were setting traps. Both the man in black who jumped out first and Brad who was alone were just acting.

The truth is like a nesting doll. You know and I know your plan, but you don’t know that I also know that you know and I know your plan. It is like a tongue twister, nested layer by layer, full of intrigue and deception.

Ivan looked at Brad, who was injured and vomiting blood, and then looked at Hunter, who was standing there silently.

Then he found a chair with three legs left and sat down. In the messy bar, this was probably the most intact chair.

This leisurely look immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Don't look at me, just continue." Alvin waved his hand casually at them, and even took the initiative to disperse the configuration power condensed on his forearm.

As for the big fight that might happen next, he now just wanted to watch the fun.

But sometimes, you want to be in the audience, but the clown on the stage insists on pulling you up to interact with him.

Surrounded by an unexpected number of fighters, the free magic basic factor Mana in the surrounding environment is extremely active, and the power of various styles of boxing configurations lights up with different magical brilliance.

Despite this, Hunter Hader appeared quite unhurried.

"In just over a decade, that old, immortal liar has trained so many foolish young people."

With a low laugh, he suddenly waved his hand forward with force, and the black-clad riders who had just torn down the building immediately split into two groups in a well-trained manner. One group split up and rode their horses in different directions of the road, while the other group went the other way and dismounted and rushed directly towards the tavern, or rather, the remains of the tavern.

The goal of the first group was to disperse and retreat, attracting some firepower while also notifying the outside world that they had been ambushed.

The second wave's goal was more straightforward: they tried to take Brad and the others hostage before the freedom fighters launched their attack.

"As despicable as ever." Brad sneered and spat a mouthful of blood to the side in a rather tough manner.

Then he tore the white cloak and hood apart, revealing his muscular body covered in sweat and blood.

Even so, Wrist Blade Brad did not show any fear. Although he was injured, he took the initiative to step forward and block the black rider who was rushing towards others.

He waved his arms forward in the air, and the magic power and air turbulence wrapped in the tips of his fingers dragged behind him, turning into thin vacuum blades like silk threads, causing ripples in the air.

Although there was no contact between them, and the five open fingers seemed to be gently sliding across, the scarves on the faces of the black-clad riders seemed to be cut by real knives, and immediately broke into several flat pieces and fell down, and even they themselves were stunned on the spot.

The next moment, shrill screams came from these people's mouths.

Eh—ah—

The front-line riders in black fell backwards. When their veils fell off, their real faces revealed several parallel lines corresponding to the previous cracks. Then their entire heads were cut into several pieces diagonally, just like the veils.

The long and narrow wound was unexpectedly smooth and flat, as if it had been cut by several sharp and invisible swords.

The screams stopped abruptly, and the spraying blood mist mixed with the smell of blood spread wildly.

"This is no ordinary Arashi Sand Falcon Fist. Were you hiding your strength just now? And your injuries aren't that serious, are they?"

Hunter's eyes, hidden behind the mask, narrowed into a thin line, and his hoarse voice with the sound of whistling wind finally revealed a hint of surprise.

"Except for anger, my boxing skills have not remained the same as they were more than a decade ago." Brad crossed his hands into an X shape, and the sound of the wind wrapped around his five fingers became more and more fierce.

"Interesting, let me see how much you have improved now!?!" Hunter laughed as hoarsely as a night owl.

But the next moment, his action was unexpected. He did not rush towards Brad, but suddenly turned around and pounced on Ivan who was watching the show on the side.

This guy with a deep personality does not intend to continue fighting with Brad, who has hidden strength, without any understanding of him. Instead, he plans to capture a hostage who may be afraid to attack.

Hunter, who was familiar with Brad, knew that this guy was a guy who attached too much importance to benevolence and righteousness. Even when he was forced to become a gladiator and fight for life and death with others in the past, he would stubbornly maintain the last bit of kindness.

Therefore, even if it was someone he had just met not long ago, his foolish junior brother would never sit idly by and watch the other person being coerced.

Hunter had also seen the young man's attack before. As a boxing master who had also reached the "Jiechuan" level or even surpassed it, he almost immediately calculated the opponent's approximate strength.

Although his skills were quite impressive considering his age, his physique was actually comparable to that of Brad's bull.

However, boxing skills are not something that can be determined simply by the strength!

Lan Dou Ya Wolf Fist - Wolf Hunt!

Hunter Hader's outstretched five fingers suddenly closed together, and the violent wind created a transparent, invisible wolf head in the air. The tangled whirlwinds were the sharp teeth of the wolf that tore flesh and blood.

He intended to bite off the young man's arms and then subdue him in one fell swoop.

The idea is good, but the reality is that it always plays some big jokes on people in unexpected places.

Ivan tilted his head and watched the sharp fangs of the whirlwind bite at his arms. Only at the last moment did he deliberately support the power of the structure and let the black diamond protection cover his forearms again.

then……

Jingle bell~

Crisp sounds like keys hitting glass rang out one after another, and all of Hunter's attacks were easily blocked by the seemingly ordinary black protection, without even a white scratch left.

The only thing damaged in this confrontation was probably the broken chair under Ivan's seat. It only had three legs left, and it had died heroically under the impact just now, breaking into eighteen pieces.

The young man showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and was still thinking about the possible secret of the boxing technique used by the opponent, only then realized that he was attacked.

Then, others saw the ordinary adventurer with bronze skin and ordinary appearance in disguise standing still, with his right arm bent backward like a fully drawn iron bow.