Star Forge Titan

"Of course, although there are so many styles of boxing in the Silent Desert, the essence of boxing is to manipulate one's own magic power through formation and breathing techniques to achieve spell-like effects."

"Since magicians can use magic power to construct spells to heal injuries, why can't boxers do the same thing with boxing?"

Rigor clapped his hands lightly, and patiently guided the young man in front of him to think about the essence of boxing.

"How can boxing be so inconvenient?" the old man concluded with a final word.

"I see, that boxing technique is really quite convenient..." Ivan muttered to himself:

At first, he thought that Desert Boxing was an extraordinary fighting skill that was still evolving, but he didn't expect that its essence was even more amazing.

It is a magical manipulation technique that is similar to magic but has a different form of expression.

Moreover, just as the submerged portion of an iceberg is far larger than the visible portion above the surface, the emergence of a boxing technique of such astonishing nature must be based on something close to the truth, and perhaps even more astonishing secrets are hidden behind it.

Alvin himself has vaguely felt that the flourishing boxing style may just be a superficial appearance, and the real source may be something else.

In short, this greatly aroused his interest and curiosity.

"So, do you want to learn boxing from this old man?" Rigor picked up the coffee cup and looked at the young man in front of him with shining eyes and a smile.

In response, Alvin did not agree immediately, but instead raised another question.

"To be honest, there's one more thing I want to figure out."

"Mr. Rigor, you just said that Hunter didn't understand the true meaning of boxing because he went astray. That's why he got into trouble when faced with overwhelming power."

Hearing this, the old man Rigor's expression did not change, but Brad next to him silently put down the kettle in his hand and showed a serious expression.

"So, can those who master the true essence of boxing be able to use their small strength to defeat the powerful and fight against forces far greater than their own?"

As he spoke, Alvin slowly stood up.

With this simple and ordinary action, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became tense.

Rigor was still sitting cross-legged on the recliner with a smile on his face, and he raised his hand to signal Brad to relax as well.

But Alvin discovered that although his breathing frequency was still vague, his whole body was becoming more and more closely connected with the earth beneath his feet.

"Young man, the true meaning of boxing is not some simple little thing. I, an old man, dare not claim to have mastered it completely."

Along with the low voice, the rocking chair that was originally rocking comfortably suddenly stopped, and Rigor's hunched and short figure seemed to expand rapidly at this moment.

Although its appearance remained inconspicuous, as if nothing had changed, its presence quickly filled the entire courtyard, while strangely being confined within the courtyard wall.

It's like trapping a storm in a glass bottle with a fragile smile.

Weird and contradictory, yet always exuding thrilling power.

Seeing this, Alvin raised his eyebrows. As he felt more and more surprised, his right hand trembled slightly.

Immediately, the power brought by the core configuration of the Flowing Stone Fist style, 'Hard Rock', immediately dyed his forearm a dark color.

The structural force that spreads and adheres to the skin like smudged ink actually provides powerful protection equivalent to the hardness of diamond.

A bright light flashed in the old man's eyes.

Then, his breathing finally quickened for a moment.

"Come!" Rigor growled, putting away the smile on his face.

When Alvin heard this, he didn't hesitate and immediately threw a punch forward.

Like a rock rolling down from a great height, the young man's fist was packed with powerful force, accompanied by a sharp sound like the cry of an eagle, causing the air in front to tremble and be torn apart.

This punch uses 70% of the force!

Chapter 30 What You See Is What You Get

Although the old man in front of him exuded powerful aura, Alvin still did not use his full strength.

It can be said that he is more self-aware in this regard, or he is very aware of the strength at hand.

Even for extraordinary people, the power attribute of stepping into the realm of perfection is an incredibly powerful force.

Often, only high-level extraordinary people who specialize in this can get involved in this field in some aspect.

At this moment, with only a punch of 70% strength, the air in the courtyard was stirred up to form a vortex storm.

Visible light gray transparent ripples wrapped around Ivan's arms, as if he was holding a spear shaped by the wind and thrusting forward with force.

The power of the fierce wind! It is the fierce wind power of the Lan Dou Sand Falcon Fist!

Brad clenched his fists excitedly. He couldn't imagine how talented the boy in boxing was. He could learn other boxers' boxing configurations at a glance just by watching them fight. He not only copied them as they were, but also innovated and evolved different uses.

The entire process, even including the time it took for the two of them to get here from the tavern, still took less than an hour.

However, unlike the excited Brad, Ivan's expression turned particularly serious. He realized that although the movements he made with his fists were impressive, they were always firmly restrained by an invisible force within the low earthen wall.

Without further ado, the source of this unusual phenomenon was naturally the white-haired, hunched old man before him. The ability he employed was a special power similar to magical coercion, but with far more nuanced control.

Facing the storm punch thrown by Ivan, Rigor still sat there calmly, showing a transcendent calmness.

Just as the heavy punch wrapped in the violent turbulence was about to touch the old man, in the brief few seconds that Alvin began to consider whether to stop.

He finally moved.

Rigor's right leg continued to remain in the cross-legged position, while his left leg naturally dropped down to touch the ground at a speed that seemed slow but was actually very fast.

Then, the old man continued to hold the coffee cup with his left hand, and only raised his right hand slowly and gently.

The next moment, the young man's fist, which was swung like a storm, was blocked by a wrinkled palm.

The storm created by the swirling air turbulence disappeared instantly like an illusion, and the power contained in Ivan's fist was completely absorbed.

Yes, the fist technique that tore through the air to create a storm and the immense power contained therein were all absorbed by Rigor's inconspicuous, even aging palm.

The rocking chair the old man was sitting on shattered in an instant, but he seemed to be completely unconstrained by gravity. He continued to stay in the same place with one leg touching the ground in a strange posture, only slightly lowering his position, leaving behind a footprint that sank into the earth.

Apart from that, Rigor remained calm as if he had not been shocked at all.

Even the coffee cup he raised was still held firmly in his hand, and the fragrant coffee in the cup only caused a few ripples, which were not even as large as the trembling of an ordinary old man's arm.

The only noticeable thing was that the moment the fists of both sides touched, the ground within a radius of nearly 100 meters around them shook inexplicably.

The closer to the area where Rigor was, the more obvious the amplitude of the ground shaking became. Around his footprints that were sunk into the earth, one could see sand and dust particles flying directly upwards like rice grains scattered on a drum.

From a distance, it looked like a dark yellow dust was floating in the air.

The whole process was strange and confusing, but Alvin was able to see some key points from it.

That is the absolute mastery of power.

In other words, it is the amazing effect that is produced when a certain technique of dissipating conductive force is reached to the extreme.

With Alvin's keen sense, he could clearly feel that at least 70% of the powerful force contained in the punch he just threw was completely transferred by Rigor to the surrounding environment.

The surrounding ground naturally bears most of the impact of the force. Moreover, the force transmitted to the ground is not concentrated at one point and explodes directly, but is dispersed into countless smaller and slighter force waves during the transmission process and spreads evenly in all directions.

This avoided the possibility of a deep depression in the courtyard, and only caused the ground within a radius of nearly 100 meters to shake slightly, as if the whole ground had turned into a drumhead that evenly bore all the force and was hit hard by a heavy hammer called Ivan Erian.

"Amazing, truly amazing strength." Rigor put down his unfinished coffee and clapped his hands lightly.

The seemingly intact coffee cup suddenly developed countless spider-web-like cracks the moment it came into contact with the table, and the bottom of the cup began to seep out the mellow hot drink that was still warm.

"...I'm old." Rigor couldn't help but sigh after glancing at the coffee cup.

On the other side, Alvin stood there silently, not moving for a long time.

After all, you are still young.

Brad, who watched the whole process, sighed silently.

He felt that the young man in front of him must have been shocked by Master Rigor's extraordinary skills and felt extremely frustrated, which was why he seemed so silent.

Brad felt that this was completely understandable. He had experienced a similar shock when he was a young man, but if he knew the details, he would not be so shocked.

Because the exquisite moves that Master Rigor just used were ones that only he could master, and they were one of the secret mysteries that other Lan Dou sub-species schools could not learn.

It's not that they can't master it, not that they haven't mastered it. The master once selflessly shared some of the basics of the Holy Fist with other fighters of the Fist of Freedom, but most of them even found it difficult to understand the fist structure, not to mention the corresponding exquisite breathing method.

This is also one of the reasons why many fist fighters lament the difficulty of inheriting the Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

While sighing in his heart, Brad wanted to go forward and comfort Evan.

Then, he saw his master, who was also the Grand Elder of the Fist of Freedom, suddenly raised his hand and signaled him to stop.

The scene that happened next made the famous fist fighter, Wrist Blade-Brad, unable to believe his eyes.

Ivan raised his right arm with his five fingers clenched into a fist and held it horizontally in front of him, while his left hand was open with five fingers clenched at the same height.

Then, as if he was saluting, he slammed his right fist into the palm of his left hand.

The strange thing is that although the movement was very powerful, the sound when the fists and palms collided was so light that it seemed as if no force was used.

The next second, the ground around the young man cracked into dozens of cracks without any warning.

These invisible and formless cracks brought up streaks of fine sand and gravel, which were transmitted indiscriminately and at high speed to the surroundings along the ground. Along the way, both the soft sand and the hard rocks were evenly split into two, and they looked sharper than weapons made of steel!

"The sun is scorching, and we can't do without this tree."

Rigor smiled and stepped forward, blocking a wave of damage that was about to hit the saxaul tree in the yard. The remaining waves were offset by Brad who reacted quickly.

"It's just like putting an empty bucket in a well and letting the water flow in on its own. What a terrifying talent." Brad sighed and waved his numb hands.

Faintly, he even felt that he was witnessing the birth of a legend.

"Excessive praise."

Ivan opened his eyes again.

"I'm just better at studying."

Chapter 31 Conducting and Transmitting Waves

Connect magic with the earth.

The Silent Desert actually has such a magical secret.

To be fair, although Alvin prefers to pile up data to improve his own values, he can crush his opponents with a majestic and kingly momentum.

But he wasn't against skills. In fact, Alvin never ignored the existence of skills, but he focused his energy on a few of them.

For example, right now, Alvin is mainly focusing on the development and application of the Grey Knight's ability, Lightforge Armor. He has mastered this ability more and more proficiently, and it seems that he can further develop more uses for it.

While sighing in his heart, Alvin did not forget to observe the other party carefully with his God-given eyes that could see through the flow of magic power.

He naturally noticed the miraculous changes that happened to Rigor when he took his punch just now, so he made the above exclamation.

In Alvin's eyes, the old man's seemingly thin and hunched body actually concealed extremely huge magical power.

Before catching the fist, the magic power, under the influence of a special breathing method, was like a towering tree that had grown in the same place for a hundred years. With the old man's left leg touching the ground as the center, it quickly constructed a large number of complex passages like tree roots, and in this special way, dispersed most of the impact it received into the earth.

This method was very unexpected. Even in his previous life in the virtual world of Palladia, Alvin had never seen a similar technique.

At the same time, he also vaguely felt that this secret method should have other uses, not just simply to disperse and divert the impact force received by himself.

So, Alvin tried to imitate it.

The construction of the magic channel was not easy, but relying on the branch of his core talent [Reshaping the World] [Star Soul] that amplified his magic control, he was able to roughly replicate it to about 50% to 60%.

Then, Alvin discovered that this interesting technique could indeed transmit power.

The most important thing is that this technique may also be used to transmit other things over long distances, such as -

——The power to reshape the world!

His core talent, which was originally limited to a limited range due to its incomplete awakening, might be able to be used to circumvent the current bottleneck in another way.

Restraining his excitement, Alvin looked up at Rigor who was watching him silently. The latter suddenly showed a serious expression.

"Young man, this is the secret technique of the Lan Dou Sheng Quan - the transmission of waves."

"So?" Alvin raised his eyebrows.

However, the serious expression on the old man's face only lasted for a second, and then his whole wrinkled face turned into a flower of joy.

"So, you have become my apprentice." Although he was missing a front tooth, his smile was still very free and easy, without any trace of the decadence of an old man.

Yes, Rigor was not angry because Ai Wenwen took away his own skills. Instead, he felt sincerely happy about it, just like when he taught other young people to learn boxing in the past.

Seeing this scene, Alvin couldn't help but laugh in surprise. As a person with keen senses, he clearly realized whether the old man was really happy about this, or that it was the kind of true happiness without any falsehood.

"Teacher, now the Lan Dou school finally has a direct successor." Brad was also happy about this.