Star Forge Titan

The corresponding breathing method contained in the Storm Fighting Holy Fist not only enables people to connect with the earth, but can also stimulate the further activation of the Titan blood in his body.

To be precise, there is actually an obscure but direct causal relationship between the two. It is through the resonant connection with the earth that Alvin can increasingly feel a power hidden deep in the land, and thereby stimulate the further awakening of the Titan genetic factors in his body.

Considering that the Silent Desert is actually the site of the ruins of the first Giant Kingdom, he had to connect the two together. There must be some hidden mysteries from thousands of years ago.

Ivan was a very straightforward person, so he asked Rigor about this matter directly.

In response to this, the oldest elder of the Free Fist acted as a riddler.

"Now, it's not the right time, my young apprentice." Rigor said with a smile, leaning on a very handy wooden cane:

This cane is polished to an exceptionally smooth finish, and the end is artistically carved into the shape of a curled cloud. It is also one of Irving's recent works.

Possessing the core talent [Reshaping the World], he is naturally very sensitive to the various properties of various substances. Even without using his core talent, he shows great talent in processing objects, turning himself into a high-precision humanoid lathe.

As a master, Rigor was keenly aware of this, so he chose to use a special method to train him to master the power of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist during these three days.

To be precise, it is the key configuration of the 'Force of the Fierce Wind' in the Storm Fighting Holy Fist.

As a master who has trained countless boxers and is able to teach people according to their aptitude.

After witnessing Ivan's amazing talent, the old boxer did not teach his other apprentices in detail about boxing techniques, formations, and other knowledge.

Rigor only taught him the core breathing techniques of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, and then let the new apprentice use his own hands to cut and polish wood and make various things with it.

At first, Alvin was a little confused about this training method, but as he became more and more proficient in mastering the power of the gale, he naturally realized the wisdom of Rigor's teaching method of tailoring students' abilities.

He could easily learn boxing moves at a glance, so he didn't need to waste time on conventional knowledge. His excellent talent should not be constrained by outdated routines and the opinions of his predecessors.

Therefore, the actual application of configurational force can enable him to perceive the mysteries of boxing more clearly and understand what is most suitable for him.

"Junior brother, are you working as a carpenter again?" Brad walked into the courtyard jokingly.

"Today is probably the last day." Alvin shrugged and noticed that the other person had new bandages on his body. It was obviously not as simple and safe as going out for a walk.

Brad seems to be very busy these days. He starts going out frequently almost as soon as he recovers from his injuries.

Although he didn't know what the other party was doing specifically, he had not yet gained their complete trust as he had just joined the Free Fist.

But judging from the information that Alvin had obtained using his other two identities, the city of Ismailia has indeed been a bit too "lively" recently.

By the way, after becoming the apprentice of the Great Elder Rigor, Ivan's other two identities continued to operate. Heidi played an indispensable role in this, keeping the relationship between the three identities in the dark.

While lamenting that he owed a troublesome favor, Alvin also knew that this was a favor that could not be saved.

In order to avoid the suspicion of the Fist of Freedom, he cannot leave the compound easily. If he does not want his other two identities to arouse suspicion, he needs someone to help cover them.

While thinking about it, Alvin did not stop the work in his hands.

The wind, which should have been softer and gentler than running water, turned into an invisible carving knife in his hands, carving a piece of poplar wood into a beautiful shape, gradually turning it into an elegant maid sculpture.

"..." Brad put down the items he was holding and slowly opened his mouth.

It took me several years of study to master the power of the gale to this extent?

Three years? Five years?

Junior brother seemed to have only taken... three days?

"An unimaginable learning ability is a thousand times more valuable than a naturally strong body." Rigor stroked the wooden staff in his hand and couldn't help but whisper in admiration:

As an elder who was so old that others had almost forgotten his age, Rigor had taught countless people boxing in his life, and the number of people he had fought against was even greater.

Even the most powerful being in the Silent Desert, the Witch King who was like a god in the eyes of others, had seen the rare sight of him taking action personally.

But there is nothing like the young man in front of him who has a photographic memory. To be more precise, he is a monster who can learn 80% of the boxing moves just by taking a look.

It was also the first time he saw...

During these three days, the Fist of Freedom also investigated this sudden emergence of a genius, which is an abbreviation for monstrous talent.

His background information is very simple. It basically tells the story of a young northerner who becomes an adventurer and decides to try his luck in the remote area of ​​the Silent Desert.

When I got here, I just learned some common boxing techniques like the Flowing Stone Fist.

Other than that, there seems to be nothing worth talking about...

Before coming to the desert, the northern ice field was too far away from the Silent Desert.

Even an influential organization like the Freedom Fists was completely in the dark outside the desert, even less well-informed than some large chambers of commerce. The results of the investigation commissioned by the latter were also very mediocre.

Perhaps, he was really just a young man who had not discovered his own talent before learning boxing.

Brad informed his master Rigor of the information he obtained from the investigation. The latter silently looked at the young man in the courtyard who was extremely talented but still down-to-earth and carefully practiced his boxing skills. Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Your junior fellow apprentice is a young man with a bright heart. At least that much can be confirmed."

"So..." Brad lowered his voice subconsciously.

"So, I decided to add him to the list of candidates to inherit the name 'Fist of the Blue Sky'." Rigor's tone was particularly firm.

"To deal with the remaining four high and mighty 'gods', we need powerful enough monsters!"

Chapter 34 Assassination of the General

To be honest, Alvin couldn't quite understand Rigor.

In his previous life's virtual world of Palladia, his main activity area was Lind, so his understanding of the plots in areas other than Elrond and Lind was limited.

But as the most senior elder of the Free Fist, Rigor's job should be very important. Even if he doesn't have to be busy all day, he shouldn't be as... idle as he is now?

But then again, Alvin doesn't dislike this kind of rhythmic practice.

If I think about it carefully, ever since I came to this familiar yet unfamiliar world, I have been almost constantly moving in order to avoid the worst situations.

Even the short adventure game that I thought could provide some relaxation ended up turning into an adventure into ancient ruins that landed in the belly of the Sandworm King.

Right now, it is indeed time to practice.

Even for a better future, blindly moving forward is not necessarily the most effective behavior.

To use the experience of this period as an analogy, if you want to throw the most powerful punch, the first thing you need to do is not to roar and jump up and down, but to know how to retract your arms.

Just like a swordsman sheathes his sword before swinging a fatal blow, only after restraining it at just the right moment can he unleash the strongest and fastest blow!

"Junior brother, it's time to get to work." Brad patted Ivan's shoulder, waking the latter up from the fruit core kingdom he was thinking about.

"Brother, I'm just an apprentice who's only been learning boxing for three days. Why do I have to go on a mission with Zhengge boxing fighters like you?" Ivan curled his lips and said with a half-smile:

“…” Brad’s shoulders slumped, and his originally resolute expression revealed a hint of helplessness.

You? Apprentice? Are you kidding? Even if an ordinary Fist Fighter completes all the trials and reaches the Alliance-recognized rank, they might not be as strong as you are now, right?

Although he thought so, considering that there were several other fist fighters present, Brad couldn't say it so bluntly.

The sturdy desert man couldn't help but show a headache expression. Is this what it feels like to be a senior brother?

More than ten years have passed, and I never expected that I would become a senior brother from a junior brother. It is a subtle change...

While sighing in his heart, Brad spread his hands towards Ivan and said helplessly:

"We're short on manpower. This operation is extremely urgent, and Nunnris can't spare many men. I have no choice but to call you over to help."

It was already night time, the sun had already sunk below the horizon, the sky had been completely replaced by the darkness, and the few people were located near a rather luxurious small manor in the city.

Excluding Alvin, there were a total of five boxer fighters participating in this operation.

They were surprisingly cool towards a newcomer like Ivan. After a brief introduction, they went to the rooftops of other buildings to overlook the manor.

After the other four dispersed to survey the surroundings, Brad finally relaxed a little. Then, he looked at Ivan again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to involve you in the mission before you complete your training. But the Fist of Freedom is an alliance after all, and Master Rigor is the chief elder. His every word and action is watched by others... Do you understand what I mean?" Brad's tone became a little low.

"So, you still need to show your loyalty?" Ivan chuckled, but he didn't mean to blame his senior brother at all.

"I really want to say no." Brad's eyes darkened and he couldn't help shaking his head. He sighed in his heart that although the Fist of Freedom had been reborn, it was still different from what it was more than a decade ago.

"It's not a bad thing. It's really not a bad thing to have a few realists among a group of idealists."

Seeing that Brad was a little depressed, Alvin comforted this senior brother whom he had only known for three days.

However, what he said next was a little subtle.

"Maybe they think they're taking care of you."

"Alas..." Brad could only sigh heavily again in response to the ambiguous words of his new junior brother.

"Although we have some disagreements, we still have to get on with things." He pinched his brows and said again:

"Yeah." Alvin nodded to show that he was listening.

"The man living in the courtyard below is named Unas. He is the military commander in charge of the city's security in Ismailia. The city guards under his command also take care of daily patrols in the city." Brad pointed to the spacious courtyard fifty meters away.

"Our target is this person."

"Reason? It's not to cause chaos, is it?" Ivan's voice was calm yet meaningful.

"Fifty-fifty. If this man were to die suddenly, it would cause his security forces to fall into chaos, which would facilitate the Freedom Fists' activities within the city."

Brad paused and then continued:

"Besides that, you've also heard about the secrets of the Witch King, right? Much of that is true."

"Oh? Most of it is true, which means some of it is false?" Alvin immediately heard the other meaning implied in his cheap senior brother's words.

"Well, but you don't have to worry about that for now. The only thing we can be sure of is that the Witch King's secret technique does exist, and that's enough for us."

"That's true." Alvin nodded.

"The Sorcerer King Menes, who rules this city, has apparently also received relevant information. That's why the Desert Scimitars appeared at the end of the tavern incident. You have to know that those people are the Sorcerer King's personal guards. Ordinary public security incidents are unlikely to attract their attention."

"To prevent the fugitive who possesses the Witch King's secrets from falling into the hands of the enemy, we first need to disrupt his control over the entire city. The City Guard is the Witch King's minions closest to the lower levels."

"Thus, assassinating General Unas, who was in charge of the city guard, became part of the plan."

"I roughly understand." Alvin showed a look of understanding.

"How strong is that person?"

"A third-level warrior is not a weakling who can be killed easily." Brad's expression became more serious.

"According to other people's research, this person is skilled at fighting in heavy armor. He masters a style of boxing called the Heavy Rock Collapsing Mountain Fist, a unique boxing style that increases the person's weight and leverages inertia to continuously increase the force."

"Masters of this style of boxing will make their punches increasingly powerful over the course of a fight. With this in mind, it's best to defeat them in the shortest possible time."

"It's interesting to be able to use punches that make you heavier. This is not easy."

Ivan smiled, then looked thoughtful again.

As if he had misunderstood his meaning, Brad paused and continued:

"Don't be too burdened. He's not a good person. He and his soldiers treat ordinary people no more kindly than the gangs out there."

"The only thing worth mentioning is that he treats the wealthy businessmen and civilians in the city with equal cruelty in some aspects. Perhaps, this is also a kind of equality?" Brad sneered with a hint of mockery.

"I see." Alvin responded noncommittally.

"The others will eliminate the various secret sentries and then attract the attention of the majority of the guards in the manor from the periphery. What we need to do is to find and kill General Unas during this time."

Ivan's brows twitched when he heard Brad's plan.

Is this also considered an assassination?

However, considering that most of those who have the ability to become superiors in this world are extraordinary people with considerable strength, this is even more so in relatively barbaric and backward areas like the Silent Desert.

Therefore, it is not easy to kill the target silently by stealth. In comparison, it is much simpler to create a one-on-one situation.

Perhaps this is the assassination method that is unique to the Silent Desert...

Aiwen complained silently in his heart:

As he was speaking, a bright flame suddenly rose in the distance, and the manor became noticeably noisier.

Brad's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled up his hood and jumped off the roof first.

"The opportunity has arrived! Let's go!"

Behind him, Ivan's eyes looked particularly deep.

He let out a long breath and pulled up the white hood of the same style.

Under the cold moonlight, a second figure nimbly leaped out from a height.

Chapter 35: Boxing Nemesis