Star Forge Titan

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis surged into Hunter's heart. He immediately put his arms with strong armor in front of him and retreated rapidly, but such a reaction was too late.

If the punch that Ivan threw just now was like smashing down a mountain, then the punch he threw now with all his heart was like a fire bomb that was powerful enough to blow up the entire mountain.

The power of boxing configuration! The power of arcane transformation! The power of Titan bloodline!

A heavy artillery punch, thirty times more powerful than the previous casual punch, suddenly exploded.

The incomparable pure power caused the air to expand and spread, and the remaining remains of the tavern were completely blown away, as if a real sandstorm had risen on the spot, and the surging power rushed unrestrainedly in all directions to form a circular air wave visible to the naked eye.

The adventurers who reacted very quickly hid behind various shelters as if they were resisting a sandstorm in the desert outside, or simply crawled on the ground and huddled together to reduce their own area exposed to the wind.

Others could hide, but Hunter, who faced the punch head-on, had no chance of escape at all.

Boxing!?!

What kind of boxing is this!? !

What kind of boxing technique is this!?!

This [desert curse] thing that just comes straight at you with a punch can be called boxing! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

An absurd feeling came over him. At this moment, he could only hope that the high-level magic armor on his body could save his life. At the same time, he tried his best to use his fists to transfer part of the impact force to the ground.

Click!

The ulna and radius broke almost at the same time, and the pain came immediately. The arms blocking the front then hit the breastplate heavily. The solid metal armor plates immediately deformed at a speed that was impossible to see, and the sharp sound of metal twisting was heard.

Then, a whole row of his ribs broke, and the sharp bone fragments pierced his lungs. Blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out of Hunter's mouth and continuously overflowed through the cracks in the mask, flowing rapidly on the deformed and curved black armor like a waterfall.

The protective magic attached to the armor was activated but not fully activated, because the force fields that could deflect arrows had little effect on Ivan's fists. Fortunately, the emergency medical spell attached to the back armor was very effective. A faint white light covered the bloody wounds, preventing Hunter Hader's injuries from worsening.

He tried to stand still, but his arms hung down like soaked noodles, and the armor on his chest was sunken inward like a broken gong. Even the ground beneath his feet was sunken a full thirty centimeters deep.

Everyone was stunned, even Brad was no exception. Even the white-clad fighters and black-clad riders who were fighting on the periphery subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

“So…it’s me who’s so naive…Pfft!!!”

Hunter laughed miserably, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the gap in his mask.

Finally, in silence.

Black Nobility...

Bloodhound...

Genocide...

Hunter Hader, who was famous throughout the Silent Desert, fell headfirst.

But what others didn't know was that at the end of his broken arm, the boxer's nimble fingers had silently produced a pitch-black bullet of unknown purpose.

Chapter 28: Born with Supernatural Power

"Is that also a move from the Flowing Stone Fist?"

Brad looked hesitantly at Ivan who had retracted his fist.

"Not completely, but at least part of it does refer to the Fist of Artesian."

Ivan answered absentmindedly, while seemingly casually bending his fingers and waving them in the air, and the frequency of his breathing also changed purposefully, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"What are you doing?" Brad asked in surprise.

Although the way the enemy leader fell was unexpected, it still made him feel a lot more relaxed.

So after quickly knocking down the other black riders, Brad even had the leisure to wonder what Alvin was doing.

"Some... attempts?" Alvin said, suddenly waving his hand vigorously.

Then, Brad was stunned to see a curved arc passing through the ground, leaving a clearly visible thin black line along the way. The astonishing depth of several meters underground made the thin line look particularly deep and dark.

"Is this the origin of the word 'Lan Dou'? Your school is quite interesting." Alvin nodded sincerely.

“When did you learn… No, how did you learn the Gale Configuration!?!” Wrist Blade-Brad, who always maintained a tough expression even when injured, was now shocked.

The Lan Dou school has been adhering to the broad policy of inclusiveness and teaching without discrimination since ancient times. The boxers of this school are very happy to share their experiences with each other and often strongly support the younger generations. As a result, various branches have evolved and even earned the reputation of "Lan Dou Wanliu".

But this does not mean that the Randou style is a very simple and easy-to-learn popular style.

On the contrary, the most orthodox Ranto style is named "Holy Fist", not only because of its lofty status, but also because of the extremely difficult and incomprehensible mysteries of the style.

Therefore, many apprentices choose to integrate other things they are good at into Lan Dou Fist, and thereby transform into a large number of sub-types of boxing.

It is also for this reason that Brad finds it hard to imagine that someone can learn the core configuration of the Fierce Wind Force in the Lan Dou School just by taking a quick look.

This made him feel a strong sense of unreality. Upon hearing this, Hunter, who had clearly fallen to the ground and died, couldn't help but twitch his fingers.

"This move is called Gale Configuration? It was just now, almost the second time you used it."

"I'm not sure about the breathing techniques, but the simple boxing formations are pretty easy to pick up."

Alvin waved his hands, looking very used to it, and did not feel too proud or pleased about it.

After all, he had been quite skilled at this kind of thing since his previous life.

In other words, he has always been good at learning things.

"Young man, you must meet my master. The Lan Dou School needs the best disciples!" Brad became unexpectedly excited.

"Ah, that's not impossible. To be honest, I've been quite free lately." Alvin scratched his cheek, feeling a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, huge clouds of smoke suddenly exploded from the place where Hunter had fallen before, mixed with tiny specks of magical light, which was obviously not ordinary smoke.

That guy is not dead!

Brad quickly realized this.

But before he could react, the sound of horse hooves as dense as a tide suddenly came from the distance.

"It's Desert Scimitar, the personal guards of the Witch King Menes are coming!" A thin and extremely agile member of the Free Fist standing high on the top floor of the building shouted a warning.

As a unit directly under the Witch King, the Desert Scimitars are equipped with the best weapons and protective gear, and every member has received high-level top-level training. Among them, the elite regiment is the most powerful regular army under the Witch King.

At this point, the others had no time to fight each other. Whether they were the black-clad riders of unknown origin or the white-robed fighters of the Fist of Freedom, they all broke up into small groups and began to retreat in an orderly manner in all directions.

"Damn it." Brad slammed the table, realizing that he probably had no chance of catching Hunter, the damn traitor, today.

"Let's leave here first." Brad quickly calmed down and looked at Ivan again.

The latter also nodded decisively.

"it is good."

With the influx of a large number of Desert Scimitar Legion soldiers, a riot caused by the conspiracy between two large organizations ended abruptly.

Following a group of white-robed fighters, Alvin came to a temporary base of the Free Fist.

On the way here, the Fist Fighters didn't try to blindfold new recruits like him, like some underground resistance or secret organization in the movies.

For an excellent boxer, this is undoubtedly a superfluous act, as even if the eyes cannot see clearly, the boxer's keen senses can capture the details of his own position shift, and thus further calculate his current approximate location.

The Freedom Fist's temporary base was a plainly decorated public hotel, a low- to mid-range hotel that offered both cheap accommodation and cheap meals.

The reason why this type of store was chosen as a disguise for the residence was naturally to prepare an excuse in advance for outsiders of various identities to enter.

When outsiders come to the local area, no matter what their status is, as long as they are not nobles or wealthy businessmen, isn't it normal for them to choose a cheap and affordable public hotel as a temporary place to stay?

On the way here, the white-robed fighters had already changed into inconspicuous civilian clothes, and Brad's wounds had also received simple emergency treatment, so they did not attract much attention when they walked into the hotel.

Brad said a few simple words, and the others dispersed one by one. He took Ivan to an inconspicuous courtyard behind the inn.

Opening the wooden door and walking into the courtyard, Alvin saw an old man with gray hair and unknown age sitting under a lush saxaul tree.

He was so old that he was almost huddled up in a ball, looking like a human child. At this moment, he was lying in a creaky rocking chair, taking a nap.

But when Brad took Ivan into the yard, the short old man suddenly opened a pair of exceptionally bright eyes.

At that moment, Alvin felt that the whole yard seemed to be brighter, and the pair of eyes as big as beans were even more noticeable, like two bright stars hanging in the night sky, even making people ignore the saxaul tree next to it, which was more than ten meters tall and had a very wide crown.

The white-haired old man was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he got up from the rocking chair and came in front of the two of them. His figure surrounded them like a phantom. To be precise, he was moving around Ivan at high speed.

"Bones are like steel, muscles like rock, and spirit is as lush and youthful as a towering tree. Not bad, quite good."

The old man did not move his body, but changed his shape repeatedly as if floating in the air, and kept praising.

But then he was surprised to find that this young man of unknown origin was staring at him all the time, and the other party was not at all confused by his changeable footsteps and amazing speed.

"Young man, I heard that you defeated Hayden. Oh, his name should be Hunter now."

After saying this, the old man couldn't help but look at Alvin with a strange look.

"I'm curious, how did you do that?"

In response to the question raised by the strange old man, Alvin gave an answer after a little thought.

"Maybe it's because... I was born with supernatural powers?"

Chapter 29: Fist to Heart

"Born with supernatural powers, this is a possibility."

The old man muttered something and then sighed.

"Hayden, once one of my most outstanding disciples, strayed from the right path and fell into a dark abyss, unable to comprehend the true meaning of boxing. Stuck in that state of being neither up nor down, if completely crushed by someone in terms of strength, he would indeed be in a very disadvantageous position."

Listening to the other party's mumbling exclamations, Alvin was quite surprised by the old man in front of him.

Although he was standing close to me and was even talking to me, his figure seemed to be integrated with the entire earth. If I didn't concentrate, it would be easy to ignore him.

It was somewhat similar to the mode in which he used his talent of perfect domain to reduce his presence, but the old man's state seemed more natural and smooth.

To make an analogy, the former is like holding your breath to reduce the sound of breathing, while the latter is like the breathing sound being so light that it blends in with the sound of the wind and is difficult to detect.

Speaking of breathing sounds, this was also one of the things that surprised Alvin.

With his now sharp and developed senses, he can even hear the changes in the other person's heartbeat when standing close to them.

But the old man before him had a very weak heartbeat, and even his breathing was abnormally low. If he didn't speak, he would be like a thoughtless, inexplicably quiet stone.

But when he moved, he looked like a shadow, passing over the ground lightly and surely as if he was not affected by gravity, as if he was flying in the air.

Although he was not sure about the other party's rank for the time being, his intuition told Alvin that this short old man, who looked so old that his body was hunched, had unfathomable strength.

Then, he heard the old man introduce himself like this:

"Young man, you can call me Rigor."

"Teacher." Brad held his forehead and closed the outer door of the courtyard helplessly. Then he picked up the fallen recliner as usual and swept away the fig peels scattered beside the recliner with a broom. His movements were very skillful.

To be honest, his current appearance is completely different from the cold-faced tough guy image when we first met in the tavern, and it also doesn't match the murderous nickname of Wrist Blade.

However, Alvin felt that this might be Brad's true appearance in normal times.

"Walker, old man, just call me Walker."

"Come in and sit down, Walker. I haven't talked to young people in a long time."

Rigor, who was old but still agile, fell back into the chair with a smile. His movements were as agile and light as those of an agile cat, and no effort was wasted.

Then, the old man named Rigor began to chat casually with Alvin about boxing.

As the apprentice, Brad cleaned the yard honestly, even though he had just been beaten by Hunter until he vomited blood.

Alvin gained a lot from the conversation with Rigor. The old man was like a living history book of boxing. With just a few simple words, he gave Alvin a more comprehensive preliminary understanding of the boxing popular in the silent desert area.

In comparison, although Gao Shan, who had previously taught Ivan the Flowing Stone Fist, was also a boxer, he obviously did not have the same comprehensive understanding as Rigor. For many things, he only knew the results but not the reasons behind them, and he was not clear about the past and evolution of boxing.

On the other side, Brad finally finished cleaning the yard and brought each of them a cup of traditional desert-style coffee.

Only then did Rigor stop his story, gazing at the much taller Brad with a calm yet oppressive gaze. Despite the obvious size difference, Brad's forehead immediately broke out in cold sweat, and his hands couldn't help but speed up the coffee brewing process.

"Alas, you are really a stubborn bull that refuses to change its direction even with an iron chain." As he said that, the old man suddenly stretched out his finger and pierced Brad's chest as fast as lightning.

Although half of his finger was stuck in it, when Rigor withdrew his finger, there was no blood on it.

Brad, who was stabbed by the finger, stood frozen in place, his face first turning as pale as snow, and then immediately turning red.

Ivan raised his eyebrows but did not try to stop him because he saw that the magic power in Brad's body began to flow in a strange way.

As a result, the body involuntarily took on unfamiliar boxing postures, causing the flow of magic power to become faster as the breathing changed.

At the same time, Brad's complexion gradually returned to normal, even looking healthier than usual.

"Can boxing do this?" Alvin looked at the scene in surprise.