Star Forge Titan

Suddenly, a sharp, eerie whistle, like the cry of a bird, rang out from the stands. Alvin's excellent vision and perception allowed him to immediately spot the whistle coming from a tall, thin man in elegant silk clothing.

The man had unnaturally pale skin, and was obviously not an ordinary desert dweller who needed to work hard under the sun. His expensive clothes also showed that he was of ordinary status.

When the whistle sounded, the shadows of death standing blankly in the distance suddenly raised their heads like hounds hearing the command, their eyes radiating a terrifying red light that was captivating and terrifying.

"Kill!" A tall and thin man in gorgeous clothes uttered a simple and direct word, and at the same time made a thumbs-down gesture commonly used in gladiatorial performances, which meant to kill the opponent!

"That guy's mind has been completely twisted. Although he's powerful enough, he's completely lost himself through past training and torture. He will only blindly obey any orders issued by the person holding the whistle."

"Our mission was completely disrupted by this guy's intrusion. Not only did we only rescue a third of the slaves, but we also lost several powerful companions."

Brad's tone seemed particularly heavy, but before he could finish his words, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

"Ahhh!!!!!!" The shadow of death moved from stillness to movement in a very short time, and a roar that seemed to be real came out of his mouth.

The powerful and terrifying sound waves even turned into a circle of transparent sound waves, blowing all the dust on the ring out neatly.

A strong body over two meters tall, wearing chain mail, tore through the air and rushed to the front of the orc mountain in an instant.

The latter only had time to raise his arms before the core power of the Flowing Stone Fist, 'Hard Rock', was activated, instantly staining his arms with the grayish-white color of granite.

Immediately afterwards, a violent blow from the Shadow of Death fell heavily in the next second!

Perhaps out of disdain, or perhaps out of madness, the legendary gladiator did not use any boxing power in his initial attack, but relying solely on his own exaggeratedly violent strength, he punched Gao Shan's body below the waist directly into the ground.

There was an immediate burst of exclamations from the stands, and most of the ordinary audience were stunned by this unexpected scene.

Level three!

Alvin made a judgment instantly. In most cases, only the upper-level extraordinary people who have reached the third level can have such exaggerated physical fitness, and this is obviously not a situation that the orc Gaoshan can handle.

On the ring, just as he expected, Gao Shan was completely stunned by the blow. His arms with broken bones hung limply on both sides of his body. The configuration force with the rock-forming effect was completely shattered. A large amount of blood seeped out of the skin of his arms, which were covered with cracks like broken rocks, staining most of his dark green strong body red.

His mind and consciousness were in a state of chaos, as if his soul had been knocked away by the Shadow of Death's violent punch on the back.

"Master!" Lucas, who saw this scene beside the ring, couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

Although he has now begun to receive formal boxer training in the Free Fist, this simple young man from the Oasis Farm in Tatooine still regards the orc Gaoshan who accepted him and brought him out of the Oasis Farm as his most respected master.

However, the young man's roar of grief and anger could not affect the actions of the Shadow of Death on the ring at all.

The giant, over two meters tall, raised his right hand without hesitation. This time, he unexpectedly mobilized some unknown structural force. A dark shadow flowed upward along his bloodstained chain mail, surging like water until it enveloped his clenched fist, forming a terrifying shape like a meteor hammer.

Under the command of its owner, the Shadow of Death unleashed its full strength with the decisiveness of a lion hunting a rabbit, determined to completely destroy the opponent's life with the next second strike.

At the critical moment, the orc Gaoshan's confused mind suddenly became clear for a moment.

Ah, is this the end...

What a pity, I haven't seen Lucas's debut yet...

I really didn't want to give that demon from Shakara City a good punch in the face, even if it only made him bleed a drop...

Sorry, Lucas.

Sorry, everyone in the tribe.

Sorry……

In an instant, time seemed to slow down in Gao Shan's eyes.

In the corner of his eye, Lucas was struggling hard beside the ring, trying to push away the guards who were blocking him and rush forward, but was knocked down by the fully armed guards with the wooden handle of their spears.

Right in front of him, the tall figure of the Shadow of Death stood with his back to the scorching sun. His right fist, raised high, completely blocked out the dazzling midday sun. The whole person cast a huge and terrifying shadow forward, like an insurmountable mountain.

Fist, fall!

With an unstoppable roar, like a hurricane blowing across the plains, it will tear to pieces anything that dares to face its power!!!

At this critical moment, there was actually someone who was so bold as to block the powerful punch.

Pitch black, the same color as the shadow wrapped around the Shadow of Death Fist, a dark color that swallowed up all light emerged out of thin air.

The next second, the fist and palm touched each other, and an extremely low muffled sound like a drum hammer exploded on the wide circular ring in the center of the arena!

The ground covered by solid stone slabs exploded directly into a spider-web-like crack with a diameter of more than 25 meters. The transparent circular air wave even blew the lapels of the audience in the front row.

A young voice rang out from the smoke-filled arena.

"That's it."

Chapter 58: Strike a Heavy Punch

The smoke and dust cleared, revealing the devastated arena in the center of the arena.

The fist of the legendary gladiator Death's Shadow, which was wrapped with shadow steel thorns, was now firmly grasped by an open palm.

The hand's fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. Its entire body was shrouded in a deep color created by the power of a certain fist technique. Even facing the shadow spikes, it remained unscathed. The power displayed by the hand's owner was no less than that of the legendary gladiator, Death's Shadow, who was unable to withdraw his hand for a moment.

Seeing this, the tall, thin, wealthy businessman in a silk suit in the stands immediately frowned. Boxing rules forbid outsiders from interfering in the fight, and this scene was clearly a serious violation.

But even though he ran a first-class arena, he hadn't seen a warrior who could block the attack of the Shadow of Death so easily for a long time.

Furthermore, from a businessman's perspective, such a person shouldn't be easily offended. However, as the nominal owner of Shakara City's premier arena, his purpose in coming to Ismailia wasn't simply for money or fame. The lord standing behind him sought far more than such mundane things.

Therefore, he cannot handle things like an ordinary businessman.

Of course, if the result of the match is as he wishes, then the life and death of a mere boxer can be discussed.

"Sir, the rules of the boxing match..." The host and referee next to the ring hesitated and wanted to say something.

"The winner has been decided, is there any need to continue?" Ivan interrupted. However, even as he spoke these words, his eyes remained fixed on the shadow of death, which had fallen into an eerie calm.

Observing him up close, one could clearly sense his immense strength. Standing over two meters tall, he would appear like a small giant to ordinary humans, and his bulging muscles couldn't even be fully concealed by his three suits of metal chainmail. The undulating, exaggerated contours of his muscles, like mountains, could be vaguely seen.

Meanwhile, the referee breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Ivan's words. He didn't want any trouble to arise on the first day of the preliminary rounds in his arena. If things could be resolved right there and then, that would be best. Similarly, the tall, thin, wealthy businessman in the stands didn't say much, and was even secretly relieved that the exceptionally talented young man hadn't caused any more trouble.

However, another person standing on the ring at this moment seemed to have a different opinion on this.

Wheezing, wheezing, heavy breathing came from under the distorted and completely enclosed helmet of the Shadow of Death.

"Be... careful..." Gao Shan, who was in a daze, suddenly spoke.

The punch just now severely injured the warrior. He felt as if he was hit head-on by a fully loaded Komidon beast, or was directly stepped on by a giant beast bigger than an elephant. He felt severe pain all over his body and his mind was in a mess. It was not until a few seconds later that he became slightly sober.

But even though he was seriously injured, the barbarian orc's uniquely keen sense of danger still allowed him to immediately sense the growing danger ahead. It was like facing a Komidon beast running at full speed after losing control again. The sense of crisis seemed to become tangible at this moment.

Roar!

The Shadow of Death suddenly let out a terrifying roar.

He didn't even withdraw his fist, which was tightly grasped by Ivan, but simply raised his other arm. The next second, a large number of shadows wrapped around it smoothly and freely, forming a thick spearhead that encircled the entire front of his forearm.

It was obvious that Shadow of Death could summon the power of boxing configuration very skillfully, which showed that he had mastered boxing to the point where he could kill with ease.

Any boxer who can do this should not be underestimated, because that person has reached the extremely high boxing realm of "Jiechuan", which is second only to "Grandmaster". He can even simplify the boxing structure and integrate it into ordinary movements.

"Be careful, that guy is a master of the Shadow Flow and can control the shadows around him." Brad's loud warning came from the stands, followed by a whistle that sounded like a bird's cry, but sharper and weirder.

Behind the Shadow of Death, in the stands, a tall, thin, wealthy businessman blew his whistle repeatedly with a nervous expression and kept issuing instructions.

"Stop! I command you to stop!"

But it was obviously too late, or the Shadow of Death didn't care about the strange whistle at all. Perhaps the only reason he was willing to obey the order was that the other party could bring him enough blood and fighting.

The crazy gladiator roared like a wild beast, and his fist wrapped in the shadow iron spear fell heavily.

At this moment, even the air was torn apart by the sharp spear heads, emitting a series of shrill whistling sounds like screams.

Driven by the terrifying physical fitness of the third-level combat extraordinary, this punch is enough to open a gap in the thick city wall!

In a thousandth of a second, Alvin withdrew his hand that was holding the right fist of the Shadow of Death, and kept his breathing steady as usual, while his hands slowly but quickly formed the core configuration of the Fist of Flowing Stone - hard rock.

In an instant, the pitch-black color covered his other hand as well, and his entire forearm seemed to have turned into a pitch-black gem, which maintained the toughness of the skin while shining with the bright luster unique to crystalline minerals.

He didn't dodge or block the Death Shadow's punch. Instead, he tightened his fingers into fists, stretched his arms back like an open bow, and then...

Punch out!

Fist vs Fist!

The heavy fist covered with sharp shadows collided head-on with the steel fist covered with black crystals. The air was squeezed and torn apart in a short period of time. The resulting explosion was like the sharp cry of an eagle, and the transparent waves visible to the naked eye spread outward in a hemispherical shape.

The momentum didn't look like two fists colliding at all, but more like two heavy tanks colliding at full speed!

Gao Shan, who fell to the ground seriously injured, couldn't help but raise his hands to block in front of him. If it weren't for Ivan blocking most of the impact for him, he would probably have been blown away.

Even so, the mountains felt as if they were in the midst of a crazy and relentless desert storm, with strong air currents blowing constantly, accompanied by a series of continuous collisions.

Yes, that massive clash of fists was not the end, but the beginning of a super storm.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, the Shadow of Death's fists struck continuously, and the speed was so fast that it even left countless afterimages in the eyes of outsiders, as if he himself had turned into a terrifying monster with a thousand hands and arms, continuously firing terrifying blows like a machine gun, enough to knock down the towering city walls.

The air was torn apart by his fists, and the ground within the cone-shaped area in front of him was like a battlefield bombarded by heavy artillery, with pits of exaggerated diameters constantly exploding.

That’s not all. The shadows wrapped around the hands of the Shadow of Death kept changing their forms during the attack, sometimes turning into a spear, sometimes into an axe.

Although there was only one person, at this moment he unleashed a violent attack comparable to that of an entire legion.

In contrast, Ivan's fists covered with configuration power continued to punch out. His speed was no less than that of the Shadow of Death, and he also showed an unstoppable force.

The [Divine Wrath] talent, which was sublimated from the barbarian's ordinary [Fury], was activated. It was a powerful force that was enough to overturn a dragon. The desert ethnic style clothing on the upper body was directly torn apart, and the broken pieces of cloth flew out like burning butterflies.

A faint orange-red light flowed through the boy's originally black hair, and the ends of his wild black hair were rising with the color of flames. His perfect muscles that completely conformed to the golden ratio were moving up and down.

In an instant, Alvin's strength surpassed that of most ordinary third-level warriors.

Driven by this exaggerated force, even if it was just a simple series of straight punches, the pair of fists covered with black crystals were like a heavy tank running at full speed, roaring and firing while moving.

No matter what kind of swords, guns, axes or halberds came towards them, they were all crushed to pieces by the punches and bullets that were as powerful as heavy artillery!

The force that burst out from the fist was extremely condensed, directly drawing deep grooves on the ground.

The two sides fought endlessly, and the entire ring made of hard materials fell apart under the aftermath of the collision of fists.

The ordinary audience in the stands screamed and fled. Even the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the front row of the VIP seats ran away with their heads in their hands, surrounded by guards. The box they had just been in was like a small fishing boat caught in a storm, and was easily torn into pieces by the strong wind.

Brad, who had changed from watching the show in the box to watching the match outdoors, raised his hand helplessly, and the power of his boxing configuration was activated. The airflow around his body immediately rotated to blow away the remaining force that had affected him, and at the same time pulled Gao Shan, who was in danger on the ring, far away to a safe position.

"It's really exaggerated." Although he said so, there was an expression of special satisfaction and pride in Wrist Blade-Brad's eyes.

Even though Junior Brother's behavior was a bit reckless and might cause unnecessary trouble, this is what a member of the Freedom Fist should do!

As long as a fighter swings his fist for justice, no matter what stands in his way, whether it's rules or a powerful enemy, he must be defeated!!!

Chapter 59: Death by Grace

He was clearly just swinging his fists, but the wail of the atmosphere was like that of a dying beast.

The sound was stronger than the storm, louder than the huge waves, and it made people feel awe.

But the consciousness of the Shadow of Death was still like a stagnant pool of water, and the word "reverence" did not exist in his memory.

Because, the first thing life feels from the moment it is born is pain!

Language, lost!

The past, abandoned!

Self, forget!

The Shadow of Death, the man whose name had been abandoned, now let out a furious roar that resounded through the sky with his hoarse voice.

Although his fists were covered with steel-hard structure power, the heavy blows from the black-haired boy were like armor-piercing spikes, constantly causing the Shadow of Death's arms to feel intense pain as if they were broken.

Instead of making him retreat, this further aroused the strong fighting spirit in the heart of this legendary gladiator.

Because, in the little bit of self-consciousness he had left, there was only the deep memory of all kinds of endless pain and the lofty belief in death as the final peace.

Born in the arena, he was born with death.

When he was still a fetus, his mother died of severe bleeding during childbirth because of his exceptionally strong physique.

This was undoubtedly an unpleasant and unexpected loss for the slave owner, but fortunately the baby survived and was strong enough, strong enough to be trained as a slave gladiator.

So, in the next few years, before he even had the name Shadow of Death, he was raised like a young beast whose claws and fangs were not yet sharp.

Then came endless gladiatorial training and the accompanying whipping and punishment. Even though his body was stronger than that of his peers, he still couldn't avoid the pain.

For him, who was just a boy at the time, living meant living with pain, which was like the closest, most inseparable, and impossible-to-get-away relative or friend, or a conjoined brother born with a deformity.

All the beautiful things have nothing to do with him as a slave. In the boy's world, nothing can be remembered except pain.

His strong body grew under the whip, and his scarred skin gradually became as tough as cowhide. Eventually, he became the best, strongest, cruelest and most ruthless model apprentice in the gladiator school.