Star Forge Titan

Stimulated by the approach of death, Unas finally began to struggle with all his might.

Soul energy beyond magic began to seep outwards, which was a precursor to the awakening and release of soul power, and was also a unique characteristic of extraordinary beings above the third level.

An invisible weight suddenly pressed down on Ivan and Brad, and the walls and other objects around the room also made sounds of being unable to bear the weight.

The soul power to exert pressure within a range?

This was the first thing that came to Alvin's mind, but then he immediately guessed several other possibilities.

The soul abilities of extraordinary people are varied and one should never make a judgment based on first impression.

"Junior brother, be careful, this guy's condition is not right." Brad stepped in front of Ivan, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.

"Just a last-ditch effort." Alvin shook his head, as if he was used to it, not caring at all about Unas's unusual behavior.

"Third-level souls who have awakened but are unable to properly control their own soul abilities can barely mobilize some of their soul abilities when they are in a crisis like near-death situations."

Looking up at the various objects within the range that were bearing extra pressure, Alvin made a rough estimate in his mind, and then guessed some information about Unas's soul ability.

"Well, this guy's soul ability seems to be able to evenly distribute his weight to everything within the range of his ability."

"Haha, it suits Fatty's abilities quite well."

Ivan made this comment with critical comments, which made Brad, who was standing in front of him, stunned.

"If possible, I don't want to make the situation too awkward. A living general can also extract more information."

After stretching his hands and feet, Alvin became more serious as he watched Unas gradually recover his mobility thanks to the leakage of soul energy.

"Brother, please wait for me for a moment, it will be resolved soon."

Chapter 37 Spiral Destruction

"Unas, you are truly a genius."

A gentle voice from the past echoed in my ears.

The surface of the huge body covered in heavy armor was torn open one after another, and the smell of blood filled the entire place.

Amidst the pungent smell of blood, General Unas inexplicably recalled his own distant past.

At that time, I was known as the genius of the school. At a young age, I had reached the level of being able to kill with ease, and could fluently use the Heavy Rock Collapsing Mountain Fist in almost every combat move.

What happened next? Oh, then the oasis where our school was located was attacked, and my master, my sister, and everyone else died. Only I survived, struggling to survive in the desert, and then became a soldier of the Witch King, working my way up to the position of general until I got my revenge.

I killed many, many people in the process.

Many, many people...

Lots and lots of... blood!

The light formed by the dissipation of soul energy burst out from Unas's open bloody mouth and eyes.

Tyranny rose in his heart, just like many times in the past. Unas, who came into contact with the blood, turned into a mad beast, releasing the rage in his heart without any concealment, wanting to destroy everything around him.

This is his psychological illness and also his spiritual disability.

But as a ferocious hound, Unas and his brutality are worth using for his master, even if it means losing control and killing some unimportant people.

For example, yesterday when Unas was inspecting a small market, he casually snatched a rose from the flower girl's hand. Because he accidentally pricked his finger on the thorns of the bouquet, he fell into an uncontrollable frenzy.

After seeing his own blood, Unas, including his own men, killed nearly two-thirds of the people in the market before slowly returning to normal.

Even so, he still served as his general, because the Witch King and his nobles needed a vicious dog that was cruel enough to make the lower class rush to fear it.

But it's different now.

The person standing in front of Unas was not an ordinary, powerless innocent person who could only wait to be slaughtered, but a newly-minted boxer, a boxer with inner persistence.

"What? Such a strong smell of blood, it must be a murderer or an executioner."

"Or... both." Ivan's expression gradually turned cold as he spoke.

Soul abilities and soul energies, which are closely related to the essence of an individual's soul, usually reveal the true nature of the holder hidden deep in his heart.

The keen perception of entering the perfect realm allowed Alvin to identify part of Unas's nature from the changes in his aura.

You know, the breath of the soul is more direct and honest than any words.

This made Alvin no longer hesitate to kill the person in front of him.

Needless to say, there is no need to think any further about such a bloodthirsty and brutal person.

Evil will be killed!

He raised his hand and displayed the configuration of the fierce wind force in the Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

Streams of air quickly converged towards Ivan, gradually forming a visible storm tornado. The power of such a staggering scale and vast range of influence was simply breathtaking.

Brad beside him couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this. He had originally planned to activate his soul power to skim the battlefield from the side, but now he felt that he could just find a place to sit down and have a cup of coffee. The battle here might be over before the waiter could bring the steaming hot drink.

On the other hand, Unas, who relies on violence to greatly activate his own soul energy, is also not simple.

The structural power of the Heavy Rock Collapsing Mountain Fist was brought to its extreme, causing his body, which was already far larger than that of an ordinary person, to grow even larger.

His height reached an astonishing nine meters. After breaking through the roof and being exposed to the bright moonlight, he looked like a small giant who was more than three stories tall, and an iron giant covered in heavy magic armor!

At the same time, Unas's own weight also skyrocketed to a terrifying level, and through the power of his soul, it dispersed and pressed down on all objects around him.

The already dilapidated building collapsed immediately, the heavy bricks shattered into countless pieces, and the surrounding ground slowly sank at a degree visible to the naked eye. Even the originally solid stone slabs cracked like crushed glass.

The environment is already like this, not to mention the people within the range of the soul's power.

Brad jumped back more than ten meters, but still felt as if his chest was pressed by a stone and it was difficult to breathe. Even the breathing method corresponding to the boxing technique was a little difficult to perform.

But then he saw that Ivan, who was still standing less than three meters away from Unas, looked calm as if he didn't feel any pressure at all.

"The will of a boxer is truly astonishing. Even when in an uncontrollable frenzy, he can still unleash the power of formation."

Ivan sighed. The burden on his body was probably like wearing an extra piece of clothing to him. The howling wind around him began to accelerate without being affected.

At the same time, Unas also launched his attack. With a height exceeding nine meters, his weight reached an absurd level that required tons as a unit of measurement, coupled with his special boxing technique that leveraged inertia to increase the force of his punches.

This punch was like a whistling blow from a heavy industrial machine driven by a high-power engine!

Even if there is a piece of pure steel in front of you, it will be twisted and deformed!

boom!

The strong wind surrounding Ivan was forcibly dispersed by this huge force. The spreading air turbulence stirred up a large amount of dust, which spread rapidly in all directions like a rolling tide.

Brad waved his hand, and a blade-like air stream was raised, directly cutting through the dust waves rushing towards him.

As a boxer who also studied the Lan Dou school, he now looked surprisingly calm, not worried at all about what would happen to Ivan who took the blow head-on.

And this is indeed the case.

"A wonderful boxing technique, and a soul power that matches it. You have a good hand." Ivan's steady voice came from the dissipating smoke and dust.

When the dust is blown away by the wind, the picture revealed is so strange.

I saw a young man who was 1.85 meters tall with his right fist raised above his head. Under his feet was the ground with large and dense cracks evenly distributed.

Just now, Alvin used the special technique of transmitting power in the Lan Dou Holy Fist to completely channel the power contained in General Unas's fist into the surrounding ground.

If you look closely, you will find that the paths extending from all the cracks are regular, and they together outline a spiral vortex on the ground that looks like the imprint of a storm!

Unas, who was five times taller than him and weighed as much as an elephant, now had his feet off the ground!!!

The enraged General Unas's fist, which was smashing down from above, was originally so heavy, but now it was tightly grasped by the young man who was much smaller than him. He used this as a force point, making him feel like an elephant being lifted by a cat, and his feet involuntarily left the ground!

Even in a frenzy, Unas was still stunned by what was happening to him, his face filled with anger and murderous intent froze for a moment.

With his five fingers in the shape of claws piercing into the opponent's fist, Ivan narrowed his eyes and looked at the empty front. He didn't care about the roars coming from above his head. Instead, he seemed very silent as if he was thinking about some serious problems.

"What should this move be called?" the young man muttered to himself:

He just had an idea and connected the channels used to transmit power one by one as the source, and the whole structure was built into a vortex like a storm. Unexpectedly, the effect was unusually good.

Moreover, in addition to being able to disperse and transmit external impacts, it seems that it can also be used to exert one's own strength.

"Forget it, it's not finished yet anyway, let Randou Spiral Slash it first."

"Why is it beheaded?" Brad asked subconsciously after hearing his junior brother muttering to himself:

"Of course it's because... this!"

Before he finished speaking, Alvin suddenly turned his five fingers and pierced into Unas' fist.

Immediately, a violent torsional force, originating at the point of contact, began to propagate upwards with unstoppable force. All flesh and bones along the way were like being violently slashed by a sharp blade, cracking and exploding in a spiral.

In just a moment, Unas, which was more than nine meters tall and nearly ten meters high, was twisted into pieces like a towel that was tightened too hard!

Chapter 38: Incomplete Secret Method

The wreckage, which had been twisted beyond human form, fell to the ground, and the surrounding courtyard ruins were almost completely painted bright red.

Only the small area where Alvin stood left a neat circular blank, like a lonely white light in the turbid world.

Although he had defeated the enemy with just one move, Alvin was not very happy about it. Instead, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

During the previous battle, Ivan seemed to sense that there was something hidden within the Storm Fighting Fist, or rather, that the boxing technique he currently possessed was incomplete. The true power of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist seemed to lie within a special secret technique that could transmit power to the earth.

"What's wrong?" Brad walked over and asked, while at the same time expressing his amazement at the bloody ruins of the building in front of him, and silently sighing in his heart that the young people nowadays are really incredible.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the scene is not very good." Alvin scratched his cheek, actually showing a bit of embarrassment, like a young painter who accidentally spilled paint in the studio, shy and a little apologetic.

"No, in a sense, this might be better." Brad shook his head and chuckled, saying meaningfully:

"What do you mean?" As he spoke, Alvin followed his cheap senior brother whom he had only known for more than three days.

Logically speaking, the two should leave here as soon as possible to avoid being caught by the guards returning to defend.

But judging by the way they left directly from the door, perhaps the Fist of Freedom’s Zhengge boxing fighters are just that unruly.

The tragic death of General Unas shocked most people and disrupted the command system of this guard. They were unable to pose an effective threat based on numbers and could only be considered a chaotic mob. Their combat effectiveness was completely incomparable to that of a normal group that maintained order.

"Have you heard of the bloody seven days more than ten years ago?"

Brad casually swung out a Gale Blade, blowing away two guards who were too close, and patiently explained the reason to his junior brother.

"Well, it is said that it was a terrorist incident that dealt a heavy blow to the Fist of Freedom." Alvin nodded, and also overturned a whole piece of ground, pressing down a group of soldiers rushing towards this side.

"It's more than just a heavy blow. Due to the betrayal of the traitor, the alliance was almost destroyed." Brad shook his head and said in a heavy tone:

"What's even worse is that before the Bloody Seven Days, because the Fist of Freedom originated from the Lan Dou School, most of the boxers in the desert who had received the Master's grace, even if they didn't openly stand on our side, usually tended to be biased. At least there weren't many scum like the man you just killed, who would directly serve the Witch King."

"But people are very realistic. After experiencing the bloody seven days, many no longer dare to resist the Witch King's tyranny. Some even voluntarily join his army in exchange for a more 'bright' future."

When Brad mentioned the word "great", his expression was full of mockery, but also of suppressed anger and unwillingness.

"Although boxing is supposed to be a force of resistance, if one is forced to remain silent in order to protect his family, then that's fine. It's completely understandable." Brad sighed, his eyes becoming as sharp as a hawk circling in the desert sky.

"But he learned boxing, but used the power of boxing to oppress other innocent people."

"To deal with such people, no matter how cruel the means,..."

After sending a guard who dared to charge forward flying with a single punch, the Fist Fighter, nicknamed the Wrist Blade, said in a sinister tone:

"It doesn't matter!"

"..."

Ivan was silent, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the relationship between the oppressors and the oppressed was indeed full of irreconcilable sharp contradictions. Such irreconcilable contradictions could most likely only be ended by the most direct bloody violence.

In addition, his experience in his previous life also made him agree with his senior brother's last words.

The Fist Fighters sacrificed their lives to overthrow the Sorcerer-King's extreme tyranny, which even spared the lives of innocent people.

Those who have also learned boxing and mastered strength, even if they did not choose to stand on the side of justice for various reasons, should never stand on the side of the Witch King and become accomplices to the evil!

If capitalists should be hanged from street lamps, then scabs should be minced in the roaring engines.

Traitors are often more hateful than enemies!

The two walked out of General Unas's manor step by step. Most of the guards who appeared one after another only dared to follow them from a distance, until they watched them completely leave the manor gate and disappear into the increasingly dark night.

After circling the city a few times and shaking off possible pursuers, the two brothers returned to the courtyard where Master Rigor lived.

Although it was already late at night, Master Rigor was still sitting cross-legged on the rocking chair made by Ivan himself, rocking leisurely as if he had become one with the chair.

On his wrinkled, old face, his eyelids drooped like he was weighed down by two hundred pounds of fat, and his head nodded slightly, like an ordinary old man in a drowsy state. But after spending three days with him, Ivan didn't think so.

Although he is already old, his high level of boxing skills allows this master to use his current childlike hunched body to burst out with fighting power that is difficult for even a regular boxing fighter to achieve.