Star Forge Titan

Staring into the dark and murky eyes of the Shadow of Death, Alvin said this in a tone of affirmation rather than questioning.

"Madness is only a part of the pain." Unexpectedly, the Shadow of Death responded to his words.

At this moment, those cloudy eyes seemed to have reignited a tiny flame. Although it looked like it could go out at any time, it was indeed a cluster of real light.

"Only death can bring me peace!"

After a brief exchange, the Shadow of Death burst into a crazy roar again, and the shadow sword that was forcibly pulled back shattered, but what followed was another shadow axe that was immediately recast after the shattering.

The heavy axe blade roared down, almost rubbing out a series of hot red sparks in the air.

Alvin did not dodge or evade, but stood in place, using his crystal arm guards shining with a lot of white cross light to face the powerful and heavy blow.

when!

A deafening sound like a church bell suddenly rang out. The sound was so loud that it even blew the dust on the ground, making the two warring parties like two dreadnought-class battleships standing in the morning mist, remaining motionless while exuding an unparalleled strong presence.

Looking at the blood-soaked shadow of death nearby, the experienced Alvin had already guessed the general situation of the other party's soul power.

While they were fighting fiercely with their fists, he gradually began to feel what the Shadow of Death was thinking.

That's not some supernatural power, but a way for men to communicate using clashing fists as a medium!

The inference was actually not complicated. Starting from the fact that the opponent had not fallen into a complete madness and lost himself, the Shadow of Death had just forcibly torn the chain mail connected to his flesh and blood. This action was not an unreasonable rampage.

Is it the ability to use pain and serious injuries to multiply one's own strength, or even break through the original limitations of boxing?

It is indeed a powerful enough ability. If he is desperate, even a fourth-level crowned person may not dare to face his desperate attack.

To some extent, it really is a pathetic ability that suits the gladiator's situation...

"Is it painful..." Ivan sighed softly.

"To express my gratitude, then."

There was an extremely sharp gleam in the black-haired boy's eyes.

"Goodbye."

After saying that, Ivan suddenly exerted force with his left arm, shaking off the shadow of death. While holding the axe tightly with both hands, he swung his right hand from bottom to top in a perfect and smooth arc.

The arc did not touch anything. The boxer's agility made the Shadow of Death explode back more than ten meters the moment the axe was blocked.

But it was this casual wave of the hand that didn't even make much of a sound, this seemingly meaningless and inexplicable act, that later led to astonishing consequences.

laugh!

With the sound of a quick stream of air, the shadows wrapped around the Shadow of Death suddenly and spontaneously rushed towards his chest, but it was of no avail.

A huge wound extending from the right shoulder to the left waist suddenly exploded on the chest of the Shadow of Death. A large amount of blood splashed out like a fountain, and even the surrounding air was filled with a bright red mist.

As the attacked party, the first thing Shadow of Death felt at this moment was not pain, but the confusion and bewilderment that only a boxer would pay attention to.

He clearly didn't touch anything, so how did he manage to cut my body from more than ten meters away?

The massive blood loss made the legendary gladiator's mind dazed.

A long time ago, the words that the old master who taught him boxing said casually suddenly came to his mind, allowing him to recognize the boxing style that the young man used last.

That is the legendary boxing method, the source of all streams, and the secret school that is crowned with a sacred name!

Randou——Holy Fist!

Chapter 62: The Hermit in the Distance

The Shadow of Death's body, which was more than two meters tall, suddenly fell backwards, and the whole person flew backwards and made a deep dent in the stands.

The aftermath of the impact shook the entire arena three times, and the crater created by the collision expanded three times.

However, the shadow of death in which the whole person was embedded did not die.

However, a thin line appeared in the middle of the brass helmet on his head, which was completely sealed by a rusty iron lock. Then, the entire helmet split to the left and right, revealing the hideous face underneath, which was covered with various scars and whose appearance was almost unrecognizable.

But at this moment, on this terrifying face that was enough to scare a crying child to stop crying, a smile of relief unexpectedly appeared.

"Pharmacist! Pastor! Where have all the people gone!" The tall and thin rich businessman who had just escaped returned to the scene at some point. He shouted loudly, his face full of anxiety.

But everyone knew that the reason why this person was so nervous was not because he was really worried about the life or death of the Shadow of Death, but because he was worried about his own property and was deeply afraid that it would cause irreparable losses.

Then he turned and looked at Alvin.

"Who are you, Excellency?"

Although his hat was nowhere to be found and his clothes were messy and covered in dust, the tall and thin wealthy businessman still showed a bit of calmness and undisguised anger on his face when he thought of the adult standing behind him.

But he didn't dare to be too rude, because the scene that just happened was indeed more intimidating than any financial power.

"I have nothing to say to the bastards who traffic in my own kind." Alvin glanced at them coldly.

"I really want the answer..."

The black-haired boy turned around and said something at the same time.

"A passing fist fighter."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like an invisible heavy punch hitting the tall and thin wealthy businessman.

He was shaking all over as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and his legs went limp as he sat down on the ground.

Others might be extremely afraid of the adult behind them, but the fist fighters who regard the harsh laws of the desert city-states as waste paper will not.

A fighter of the Free Fist would take the head of an evildoer without hesitation, even in a busy city, as naturally as buying an apple from a street stall.

Those men who clenched their fists were never afraid of how powerful the evildoers were, they only cared about whether justice was enforced!

Even though the frequency of the Freedom Fist's activities has dropped significantly in the past decade or so, the alliance's blood-stained reputation and fluttering flags still make evil people with guilty consciences feel fear.

The moment he left the ring, Ivan unusually raised his head and looked at the sky which seemed to be empty, and then he walked towards Brad who couldn't help laughing at this moment.

"well said!"

Brad patted his junior apprentice firmly on the shoulder, looking even happier than if he had won himself. Furthermore, he, keeping an eye on everything going on, naturally noticed Ivan's unusual movement. However, this man, a veteran of the desert for years, didn't say much. Instead, he winked at his younger apprentice, signaling him to keep quiet.

The communication between the two was so obscure that even Gao Shan, who was half lying next to them, didn't notice it.

The seriously injured barbarian orc endured the pain and tried to force a big smile to Ivan, while the young Lucas next to him was even more excited.

They didn't linger in the arena for long. The previous incident had certainly served its purpose of attracting attention. On the other hand, even if the lower-ranking soldiers and officers were reluctant to clash with the Alliance's Fist Fighters, the higher-ups, or even the Witch King's direct troops, were another matter. So now wasn't the time to relax and chat.

Because too much attention was focused on a few of them, the other fighters who joined the competition anonymously did not come to say hello, so under the leadership of Brad, the group quickly left the downtown area where the arena was located.

Following the complex alleys between civilians and the edge of the city, they turned and changed their direction many times in order to shake off possible followers.

Only after confirming their safety again and again did the few people, who had already put on hoods and changed their identities in various ways, cautiously return to the Freedom Fist's main base in Ismailia City.

This was Ivan's first time at the Freedom Fists' official base in Ismailia. As for the courtyard he'd been in, it was actually a safe house secretly prepared by Great Elder Rigor and Brad. Aside from a few high-ranking members of the alliance, most others were unaware of its existence.

As for the official base in front of him, Alvin was somewhat surprised to find that this was actually a fairly large chamber of commerce.

The name of the Chamber of Commerce is simply White Bird, and the flag hanging at the door is also painted with a white dove with its wings spread out flying into the sky.

If you think about it carefully, it makes sense. In the Silent Desert, a sea of ​​dust with waves even without water, only desert caravans riding on hunting lizards and harnessing Komidon beasts frequently travel between the various city-states.

This identity is just right for the Freedom Fist fighters to carry out operations in various places.

In addition to transportation and identity considerations, whether it is liberating oppressed slaves or assassinating evildoers, the subsequent processing and preliminary preparations are inseparable from sufficient funds and timely intelligence.

And a sufficiently good chamber of commerce can meet all these needs.

The four of them entered the residence through an alleyway behind the Chamber of Commerce street. Gao Shan was immediately supported by Lucas and taken to receive professional treatment, while Brad and Ivan went to a relatively secluded reception room.

Along the way, even the ordinary employees of the Chamber of Commerce took the initiative to greet Brad, which further confirmed to Ivan that this senior brother was highly respected within the alliance. Brad himself seemed very easygoing, even if the person who greeted him was an ordinary employee, he would nod and smile in return.

However, after entering the reception room and closing the door, the smile on Brad's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a very serious expression.

"You feel it too." His words were a little incoherent, but Alvin nodded seriously.

"Ah, I thought it was an illusion at first, but after careful observation, I confirmed that it was a real thing."

If someone else heard the conversation between the two, it would probably seem confusing and dazed.

Then, Alvin suddenly chuckled.

"To be honest, when I looked up, I felt an inexplicable urge to do something inappropriate."

"What impulse?" Brad raised his eyebrows. Seeing the performance of the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his junior brother was really brave.

"I want to say..." Ivan paused.

"Old man, are you looking at me?"

"..."

Brad was stunned, then he slapped his forehead hard and laughed out loud, shaking his whole body.

"Hahaha, what an incredible young man! Even I wouldn't have had such thoughts when I was eighteen."

The big man was laughing in an extremely ungraceful manner at this moment, and he pounded the table several times before he recovered.

"But then again, it's a good thing you didn't say that just now, otherwise we would have run into some old monster right in the central city."

"Indeed, I'm not sure I can defeat a fourth-level wizard like the Witch King who possesses a powerful inheritance." Ivan nodded and said seriously:

"..." Brad twitched his lips. It sounded as if you could handle the other fourth-level creatures with confidence.

Yes, at the moment the game ended just now, they all felt someone looking at them from a distance.

Considering that there are not many extraordinary people in the city of Ismailia who can do this.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the person looking at me is most likely the one who organized this boxing match...

The Second Witch King - Menes!

Chapter 63 What is Breaking the Sky?

As the capricious tyrant who convened this ridiculous boxing match, the Second Wizard King, Menis, would naturally watch the match in his own way, and an unexpected event like the one just now would more likely attract her attention.

Fortunately, the Witch King's gaze obviously did not linger for long. Not long after the unexpected battle between Alvin and the Shadow of Death ended, the feeling of being spied on subsided on its own.

But this still prompted Brad to immediately order several people to move. Only after he had used various means to confirm that the gaze hanging high in the sky had moved away, did he lead a group of people quietly return to the Freedom Fist base.

Inside the White Bird Chamber of Commerce, in a secret meeting room not open to the public, Brad, who had laughed loudly at what Ivan had just said, slowly frowned after laughing.

"Something's wrong. Although the purpose of this operation has been achieved, I still feel like something is wrong."

"Because of the participants." Alvin sat in the chair, tapping the wooden armrest with his bent fingers, a thoughtful look on his face.

"According to what Senior Brother said before, Shadow of Death should be a top-tier gladiator affiliated with the city of Shakara. I'm sure the arena there wouldn't let such a fighter go easily. He's a precious hen guaranteed to lay golden eggs whenever he appears."

"You mean..." Although Brad has a generous personality, he is not a stupid person.

He quickly understood the meaning of Alvin's words. The lines between his already furrowed brows became even deeper, and his weathered face looked even more serious.

"Other wizard kings have already extended their hands into the city of Ismailia, and our competitors will only become stronger and stronger." Ivan's tone was as calm as ever. After all, this was something that had been expected.

"Hmph, you're really quick! You've already claimed to be the high and mighty God, so why not behave like a mortal merchant who is so petty?" Brad snorted coldly. Although he kept muttering the name of God, he didn't look awe-inspiring at all. Instead, he looked eager to try.

This made Brad look not like a middle-aged man who had experienced the world, but rather like a young boy who was still young and therefore full of fighting spirit.

Perhaps this is what it means that revolutionaries are always young.

Ivan sighed like this in his heart, and then Brad's words suddenly brought him back to his senses.

"Hey, my young brother, you have a smile on your face that's almost reaching the corners of your mouth."

"Oh? Am I...laughing?"

Subconsciously raising his hand to touch his cheek, Alvin was stunned.

It turned out that unknowingly, a kind of unbridled smile had appeared on the black-haired boy's face.

That smile was not warm and had nothing to do with tenderness, but rather an expression that belonged to a warrior and a battlefield.

The slightly upturned corners of the mouth would not remind people of a smile at first glance. Instead, it was more like the curved arc of a dangerous weapon with a bloodthirsty aura.

"Really? This won't do." He raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face, unable to conceal the smile in his words.

I wasn’t such an aggressive person before I traveled through time...right?

Or is it that this overly ordinary world makes me subconsciously put away those sharp thoughts that can hurt others just by thinking about them?

Indeed, compared to the turbulent future of Palladio, his distant homeland was a world of undeniable gentleness. There was no war, no hunger, and the biggest worry most ordinary people faced was probably just a jerk of a boss.

It is precisely because the world is too gentle and society is too tolerant that when people are faced with choices, even if they already know what is right, they often hesitate for a long time, and may not be able to make a decisive choice until a bigger problem arises.