Star Forge Titan

He had tasted it enough in the past three days.

To put it bluntly, he is a real combination of an old fox and a tiger, cunning, wise, brave and good at fighting.

As they entered the courtyard, before Brad could say anything, Ivan had already walked quickly to Master Rigor.

"Teacher, I have some questions I would like to ask."

"Huff, huff, huff." Rigor was still nodding his head, looking as if he was half asleep.

"..." Brad slapped his forehead helplessly behind him. Being familiar with his master's style, he obviously guessed something, but due to his status as an apprentice, he couldn't say more about it, for fear of being held accountable by the little old man who sometimes had a narrow mind for inexplicable reasons.

Seeing that this cheap master actually used the trick of pretending to sleep, Alvin was not discouraged. Instead, he stood there and talked to himself.

"Just now, during the battle, I discovered that the Lan Dou secret technique can not only be used to transmit external power, but can also actively affect the user's own power. What are your thoughts on this?"

Indeed, in the flash of inspiration during the battle just now, Alvin discovered that the secret method of power transmission in the secret breathing method of Lan Dou Shengquan can actually affect the most core boxing configuration in turn!

This means that he can completely interfere with the transmission of force through secret methods, directly control the force generated when he swings his fist, change the direction of the "force" during the transmission of force, and even completely change the form of transmission of the "force" in the process!

This can be said to be another completely unfamiliar new configuration.

If Lan Dou's Fierce Wind Power is a boxing configuration used to control the wind, then this new configuration influenced by Lan Dou's secret technique can directly control the "force" itself!

For example, if Alvin wanted to cut the enemy in half, he would need to use the force of the gale to create a sharp air blade, and then use it as a weapon to cut the enemy.

But after fully mastering that new configuration, Alvin can compress the impact force generated by punching, kicking and other actions into sharp invisible blades during the transmission process, directly cutting the enemy into pieces.

Even the blade doesn't need to be a straight line, just like the previous Lan Dou Spiral Slash, which used this method.

Of course, the specific process is not as simple as described. Alvin was able to achieve this by relying on his perception of entering the realm of perfection.

If his perception was not high enough, he suspected that he would not be able to sense the reverse usage of Lan Dou's secret technique, let alone discover the incompleteness of this boxing technique itself.

Wait, if the real Lan Dou Sheng Quan can't find an apprentice for this reason, then can we reversely infer that to learn this set of boxing, one must reach, or at least be close to, perfection in perception.

In other words, the entry threshold for the true Storm Fighting Holy Fist is surprisingly high...

Alvin was stunned.

On the other side, after hearing his words, Rigor slowly raised his head.

"Wow, my young apprentice, it seems you are even more talented than I thought."

"Yes, that is the true core configuration of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist." Rigor said slowly.

"But that's not the whole picture." The old man's eyelids opened slightly, revealing two rays of light as bright and clear as the moon in the sky.

"Do you want to know the complete story about this?" Rigor blinked, looking like an old naughty boy with a childlike innocence, or an old fox who had experienced all kinds of things in the world.

"Of course." Alvin answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

Rigor laughed, then looked at the young apprentice in front of him with an extremely serious look.

"Then become the Fist of the Sky!"

Chapter 39: The Bait of Power

I think I know why this boxing style can't find a successor...

Returning to his room, Alvin looked speechlessly at the moon gradually setting outside the window.

The threshold for the true transmission of the Lan Dou Holy Fist is most likely the perception attribute, and its requirements are even close to the exaggerated level of stepping into the realm of perfection.

He just concentrated his attention to sense another possible application of the secret technique. It is conceivable that other ordinary people without cheats must have a very high level of talent to be able to learn the true Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

What surprised Alvin even more was that, according to the implicit meaning in Master Rigor's words, even the true transmission of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist did not reveal the full secrets contained therein. Only by becoming the one and only successor to the name of the Fist of the Blue Sky could one know all the truth related to it.

This indeed aroused Alvin's curiosity, but also made him feel a little surprised.

You have to know that even true extraordinary fighting skills usually don't have such exaggerated entry requirements. And at present, at best, this boxing technique can only be regarded as the prototype of an extraordinary fighting skill...

However, based on the known information, it is possible that the Storm Fighting Holy Fist is, to some extent, close to being a truly extraordinary combat skill.

Regarding the difference between true extraordinary combat skills and their prototypes, to give a more understandable example, a complete extraordinary combat skill is like a hero character in the MOBA game in Ivan's previous life, while the prototype is probably a main skill mastered by the hero.

True extraordinary combat skills often consist of multiple, mutually reinforcing active and passive skills. Furthermore, a comprehensive talent tree is essential, creating a 'plus-plus-plus' effect, ultimately creating a comprehensive, systematic set of combos.

This is a complete extraordinary combat skill.

As for the various schools of boxing in the Silent Desert, at this stage they are like special spellcasters who specialize in a certain kind of magic. Although they can perform very well in some aspects, they have not yet reached the level of combining multiple extraordinary abilities to complement each other and build a complete system.

But then again, it seems that Alvin also has an extraordinary combat skill inheritance, but because he was always busy saving the world (literally), and the other skills he acquired according to plan were also very useful, he actually left the extraordinary combat skill inherited from the ancient heroic giant - the elemental shell in the "warehouse" for a long time.

Of course, one of the reasons is that he has not found a way to integrate this extraordinary combat skill into his own skill system in the short term.

Now I have some time to calm down and practice, maybe it's time to pick up the extraordinary combat skill "Elemental Shell".

Faintly, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of inspiration. If he could combine this extraordinary fighting skill with other skills, he could take a big step forward in his combat power.

Well, no, the matter of the Witch King's secret technique is not over yet.

Ivan looked like he had a headache.

Through tonight's assassination attempt on General Unas, which served as a "pledge of allegiance," the Freedom Fist, an alliance of various resistance forces and fighters, has established a preliminary relationship of trust with him.

In addition to the relationship between Brad and Master Rigor, at least his activities outside are no longer restricted.

Then, it is time to let the other two identities operate properly to avoid suspicion.

Although Heidi could help cover up a few things, it wasn't a long-term solution. It was best to do it myself. Besides, after not seeing them for a few days, I kind of missed those furry little guys...

Thinking of this, Alvin leaned against the pillow and slowly fell asleep.

He still has some time to rest before the sun rises completely... right?

It turns out that the death of a general is a big deal for the desert city-state.

Even if the one who died was only the general of the city guard, a general in name only, it would be enough to attract the attention of high-ranking nobles and even the Witch King himself.

The entire city was in a state of panic almost overnight. Ordinary people rarely stayed on the streets unless they needed to work. At night, an extremely strict curfew was implemented. Anyone caught loitering outside after dark would be arrested immediately.

If there is any action similar to resisting arrest, kill on the spot.

Perhaps wanting to vent their fear through brutal means, the city guards, who had lost their immediate superior and were in a state of panic, were extremely strict in this regard. Anyone caught traveling at night might be considered resisting arrest even if they just sneezed.

The targets of the guards' anger are often ordinary civilians and small vendors who seem easy to bully.

Of course, the latter were no fools. In the Silent Desert, a fool would hardly survive to adulthood. Aside from the initial panic, almost no ordinary person dared to go out after nightfall.

Anyone who actually wanders out at this time is basically nobody to be trifled with.

The ordinary soldiers of the city guard obviously also know this. In many cases, they have begun to get used to their current situation of "poor eyesight" and "poor hearing".

You know, even if they don't encounter those Fist of Freedom fighters who punish evil, encountering ordinary supernatural beings would be a big trouble for these ordinary soldiers.

The atmosphere is already so tense on the surface, and the confrontation between various forces is becoming more and more intense in secret.

The fighters of the Fist of Freedom, the spies secretly sent by other wizard kings, the personal guards of the wizard king Menes, and the aristocracy who possess extraordinary powers, plus the scattered but numerous wild extraordinary people and adventurers who are everywhere.

In Alvin's view, these forces are like hairy crabs trapped in a steamer without any string, and they are about to overturn the entire steamer, that is, the trading city of Ismailia, which owns the City of Desert Rose.

He couldn't help but sigh that the attraction of the Witch King's secret magic was really huge.

In this silent desert of dust, a treasure and secret method that symbolized power and authority was like a bottle of the finest wine. Even if one didn't drink it directly, just smelling it from afar was intoxicating.

It makes people forget even their own safety, like a walking corpse with only instincts left after losing their soul, fanatically demanding, madly chasing, and even seeking frantically...

But I don't seem to have any right to laugh at them.

The Witch King's secrets, the giant ruins, and the Titan heritage that may be related to them make it impossible for him, a descendant of the Titan, to stay out of it.

Standing high on the roof, Alvin, dressed in a white robe with a fighter's hood, sighed softly.

His good vision allowed him to clearly see the extraordinary people from all sides fighting each other in secret hundreds of meters away.

The radiance of magic was particularly dazzling in the pitch-black night, and the only thing that could compare to it was probably the bright sparks that burst out when the sharp blades of swords collided with each other.

Looking up at the position of the moon, Ivan couldn't help but smile as he easily calculated the approximate time of his appearance.

Since I still have some free time, how can such a lively 'dinner party' be without me?

He casually summoned a piece of metal, raised his hand and pressed it on his face to create an exquisite mask.

The masked young fighter silently leaped into the quiet yet bustling night.

Chapter 40: The Temptation of Gold

Friend, do you play Battle Royale FPS games?

Do you love to break up fights? The kind that takes down both parties involved?

Whether others like it or not, this is what Alvin is doing right now.

He didn't know much about the riot that occurred in the city of Benisu, which was ruled by the Fourth Witch King.

As an eyewitness, the Freedom Fist must know a lot, but as a new member, even if he has become Rigor's apprentice, it is not appropriate for him to use the Freedom Fist channel to rashly inquire about related matters now, as doing so will easily attract unnecessary attention and suspicion.

However, if one wants to gain an advantage in this conspiracy about the Witch King's secret magic, it is imperative to obtain more relevant intelligence.

So, even though he suspected that there was something else behind the whole thing, even though there might be an invisible black hand stirring up trouble behind the scenes, Alvin still chose to participate in this chaos tonight.

The reason is simple. As a visitor from another world who was born into the Internet information age, Alvin understands the importance of intelligence better than most locals.

And now, these extraordinary people who arrived in Ismailia and started to make trouble under the cover of night, regardless of whether there are shadows of other forces behind them, or they are just lone rangers who came here simply to try their luck, these people should more or less know some news related to the whole thing.

Even if the credibility of the intelligence that wild superhumans can obtain is questionable, and it is bound to contain a large amount of true or false information, just like there is trace amount of gold in sea water, when the total amount of information collected exceeds a certain threshold, the truly useful parts can be screened out through data analysis methods that capture, manage, process and organize.

To give the simplest example, a hunter always uses bait when setting a trap. Although these baits will not tell others what the real trap is, they are often inextricably linked to the real trap.

As long as this point is grasped, the positions of prey and hunter may be reversed.

Of course, as an aside, a trap used to catch wild boars would be unharmed for a mammoth that shouldn't appear in this era, even if the latter chose to give up thinking.

"You're saying that the vault opened by the Free Fists after they captured the Witch King's castle was actually empty? Besides the Witch King's secrets, whose existence is uncertain, the young dwarf on the run also possesses a considerable fortune?"

The tall man wearing a silver mask grabbed a man's head with one hand and lifted him up to the level of his vision.

"Yes, my lord! His Majesty ruled the city of Benisu, which excelled in glassmaking. How could his treasury be empty?" The man whose head was being pinched spoke rapidly.

He was a member of a desert gang who disguised himself as a merchant and sneaked into Ismailia. Judging from his status as a transcendent, he was at least a middle-level cadre in the gang, or even a senior member who could participate in the dividends, at least a small leader.

Just now, this small gang leader was exchanging information with the vibrant social groups in the city. They already had some side businesses such as selling stolen goods and providing information on the entry and exit of military vehicles, so there was a certain tacit understanding between them.

However, the tall man in the silver mask fell from the sky without any warning.

"Who are you!" The members of the vibrant social group all have violent personalities. Although there are only one or two low-level transcendents among them who achieved their status through messy rituals, they are quite quick in drawing their weapons.

Of course, due to the "iron tax," the weapons held by most of these dubious individuals were nothing more than sharpened obsidian daggers or short swords. Occasionally, one could see one or two crudely crafted crossbows, their arrows also tipped with stone.

Even if the person coming was an ordinary city guard soldier, the chain mail shirt on his body could easily block the attack launched by these weapons.

But just looking at the scene, I have to admire that everyone present is a scene person and is very good at creating a sense of grand occasion.

Then, all the people on the scene were knocked down on the spot by Alvin with punches one by one.

Unless necessary, Alvin did not intend to kill indiscriminately, but after he used the power of configuration, his fist, which was surrounded by strong airflow, was still like a feather duster to dust. He wiped out everyone in the entire area with just a light sweep.

The wind whistled sharply, and shattered weapons and torn pieces of clothing swirled and flew into the sky, while their original owners looked like frogs, cows, or sharks that were lifted off the ground by a tornado.

Apart from the helpless screams and cries, he was no longer able to offer any effective resistance.

The leader of the local vibrant social group is at least a second-level 'thug', a second-level profession that is promoted from a first-level 'warrior' and mainly increases physical fitness and resistance to blows.

Well, he was equal to the current Alvin in rank, so it was understandable that he was not easily blown away by the fierce wind from the latter's casual swing of his fist.

In short, the leader, who successfully used his men to delay for a second, stumbled to the alley entrance ten meters away from Alvin, and was about to take advantage of his familiarity with the terrain to enter the alley.

"Very decisive." With a sigh, the tall figure wearing a silver mask stretched out an index finger and pointed it at the man's back.

The secret technique of Lan Dou that he had comprehended in the previous battle was activated, and a spiral cyclone was constructed out of thin air and flew forward.

The force of the fierce wind spun and turned into a solid conical cyclone, hitting the leader's back accurately.

If the time at this moment was slowed down, or if the onlookers had excellent dynamic vision comparable to that of an extraordinary person, they would surely be able to see it clearly.

Even if the conical cyclone has not actually come into contact with it, the clothes on the back of the leader of the dynamic social group will be moved by the high-speed rotating airflow, forced to outline a spiral shape, and then his skin and flesh and even his entire body.

Although there was no tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that was not suitable for children to watch directly, the man was also spun around by the cyclone that seemed to be real, and flew forward at high speed like a screaming gyroscope until he crashed heavily into the wall of a building on the street and stopped.

Seeing this scene, the gang leader who was left behind because of his different clothes was completely dumbfounded.

Cold sweat flowed down his back madly, and vaguely something similar to sweat was flowing out uncontrollably.

Alvin, who knew how to deal with this group of people, did not hesitate. He directly reached out and grabbed the other person's head, like a blacksmith who often saw the scene at four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles holding a basketball with one hand, and lifted the guy to the level of his eye.