Star Forge Titan

"However, if possible, I still hope that none of you will ever need to use that power. After all, the future of the alliance still depends on young people like you."

Hearing this, Alvin immediately understood the meaning of the words of this cheap senior brother whom he had only known for a month.

If the time really came when he had to use his currently imperfect fighting steel armor to fight the enemy, Brad would definitely be the first to step forward, just like he had volunteered to join the feint attack team to attract attention.

Thinking of this, Alvin fell into silence.

After a while, he suddenly spoke in a calm tone:

"Brother, I don't think that's an ominous power."

"Oh?" Brad raised his eyebrows, his tone a little surprised.

"That is the power of hope!" Alvin looked up and looked into his eyes, his determined expression emitting a bright light like a flame.

"That is the power that can bring hope to this desert!"

Brad was silent.

Then he shook his head and muttered something.

"Young people, alas, they are still young people after all."

As he said this, Brad stood up suddenly as if he was a little angry.

"As you wish."

But when the senior brother turned and left, Alvin saw a relieved smile on his face.

The next day, the boxing match was held again, but this time it was Brad himself who appeared in the arena.

As soon as the host announced the name of "Wrist Blade", there was an uproar in the stands. No matter whether they were nobles, wealthy businessmen or ordinary civilians, most of them had heard of the famous name of the fist fighter "Wrist Blade".

Some nobles even stumbled to their feet in a panic, subconsciously trying to leave the stands and throw themselves out of the arena.

This is not surprising. You know, in the five major city-states of the Silent Desert, there are evil nobles who were killed by the fighters of the Fist of Freedom. Among these fighters who are not afraid of power, the most famous is the "Wrist Blade" Brad who "uses his hands as blades and bravely kills the evil leaders"!

On the other side of the ring, the opponent who had originally looked down on Brad because of his plain white robe, now put away the relaxed expression on his face, and very seriously folded his hands into the most basic boxing configuration, while slightly bowing to Brad in a boxer's etiquette.

His name is Charini bin Sabbah. He is a master who has practiced boxing for more than ten years and is particularly good at assassination boxing.

He had been hired many times to assassinate dignitaries and succeeded, and at the same time he also accepted the escort mission that was the opposite of assassination. He had appeared silently and mysteriously countless times to block the sharp blades that were stabbed in the dark for his employers, thus earning the nickname "Sand Ghost".

Seeing this, Brad also nodded to Charini, then folded his hands into a basic boxing configuration, and also bowed slightly in salute.

The unconcerned actions of both sides made the host next to the ring feel dry in the mouth. This match was not a casual joke among the laymen before. Both "Wrist Blade" and "Sand Ghost" were well-known boxers in the entire desert. The boxing championship really brought out many famous masters who were originally hiding everywhere.

Thinking of this, he immediately shouted the signal to start the game with all his might.

Suddenly, the wind blew violently on the ring. Brad shook his hands, and his clothes suddenly flew backwards like a sail filled with strong wind.

Powerful magic flowed in his body, and through the control of breathing techniques and the influence of boxing configuration, it turned into strong winds that wrapped around his body.

In contrast, the Sand Ghost Charini's body shook, leaving behind an empty black robe. The whole person seemed like an unreal shadow, disappearing in the sand and dust blown by the strong wind.

Seeing this, Brad smiled and raised his left and right fists, one high and one low. The wind wrapped around his wrists became more and more wild, making the entire ring shrouded in a blowing storm.

Suddenly, a figure leaped out from the swirling dust. It was none other than the Sand Ghost, Charini!

At this moment, he put the five fingers of both hands together, a faint blood-red light emanated from the palms, and suddenly pounced on Brad from behind.

The red light from the Sand Ghost's hands dragged an arc-shaped trajectory in the air, like two blood-red scimitars that split the wind, and were about to hit Brad's vest.

In an instant, the strong wind that swept across the entire venue suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed, and was replaced by two white cyclones that seemed to be real and wrapped around Brad's arms.

Others might not have noticed it, but Charini, who was in the middle, felt that he was flying uncontrollably towards the two white cyclones.

this is……

Randou Sand Falcon Fist——Falcon Dance!!!

Chapter 70: Storm Fist

Legend has it that the desert falcon is the only bird that can fly freely in sandstorms.

The desert dwellers even believed that they were blessed by one of the nine gods and thus had the special ability to control the wind, so they particularly worshipped this majestic-looking bird.

At this moment, Brad, who has exerted the power of the Lan Dou Sand Falcon Fist to control the wind to the extreme, is like the legendary desert falcon that controls the storm, which is awe-inspiring.

The extremely compressed high-speed airflow was like two pale glowing spheres, making it impossible to even see the fighter's raised hands.

As he maintained his unique rhythmic breathing, the wind around him continued to gather, as if two tornadoes were sweeping across the entire arena, bringing with them extremely strong gales, hurricanes, and storms!

The wind even lifted up human bodies, causing the sand ghosts to uncontrollably crash into Brad's raised fists.

This can't go on like this!

In less than a breath, this thought immediately popped up in the mind of the Sand Ghost Charini.

At the same time, he was also surprised by the new power displayed by Wrist Blade Brad, which was a completely different style from the boxing style that the other party was rumored to be good at.

According to rumors, Brad is good at using his hands to inflict slashing damage like a blade, so he was given the name of Wrist Blade, meaning that his hands are as dangerous and sharp as a blade.

But what exactly is this boxing technique that is as powerful as a storm?

In the stands, Alvin was not at all surprised by the strength displayed by his senior brother Brad at this moment.

When a lofty belief is maintained in one's heart, everyone will do their best to move forward, and most of the core members of the Freedom Fist are like this.

Therefore, the bloody seven days more than ten years ago did not exterminate the Fist Fighters, and the Witch King's persistent pursuit for more than ten years did not extinguish the spark of resistance among the Fist Fighters.

All of this will now converge into a blazing fire powerful enough to ignite the entire desert. In the future, the light emanating from that fire will illuminate all those living in misery, allowing them to witness the setting of the merciless sun and the rising of the dawn of hope.

drink!

Brad roared, his fists swung down with a powerful force. The Sand Ghost, Chalini, gritted his teeth, his arms expanding dramatically in a fraction of a second. The throbbing veins and blood vessels made his skin as blue as steel.

The assassination fist mastered by Charini is called "Double Blood Flow", also known as "Double Blood Flow". It is a strange fist technique that can manipulate the speed and direction of blood flow throughout the body.

This set of boxing techniques allows the user to easily adjust a series of body characteristics, including their own heartbeat, to achieve the most silent stealth, or to burst out with tremendous power in an instant, and other extraordinary things. It also makes the user extremely sensitive to the sound of blood flowing in nearby organisms.

A master of 'Dual Blood Flow' who has cultivated to a high level can even control the blood flow in other people's bodies through their skin, causing them to die unknowingly.

In addition, the most basic manifestation of Charini's awakened soul ability is to merge into the sand, which has created the Sand Ghost's reputation in both assassination and counter-assassination.

But at this moment, all the Sand Ghost Charini did was to pump a large amount of his own blood into his arms.

Excessive congestion caused his arms to swell abnormally, and combined with breathing techniques to call upon his own magic power, he immediately displayed a defense as strong as elastic bulletproof rubber.

Yes, facing Brad's unexpected boxing power, even a tall and thin assassin like Chalini, the Sand Ghost, who is good at surprise attacks, can only improve his own defense in a short period of time.

Boom!

Brad's fists wrapped in the storm finally fell, and Charini felt that his arms completely lost consciousness in that instant. He was horrified to think that his arms were completely cut off by the wrist blade guy in just one encounter.

Fortunately, the severe pain that followed made him realize that he had not lost both hands.

But the current situation is still very bad. Seriously speaking, he, who is good at assassination, has actually been at a disadvantage since the moment his figure was forcibly seen through.

"As expected of Braid, the Wrist Blade who dared to assassinate the Witch King's generals head-on, he is indeed a hero with amazing boxing skills!"

Feeling both pain and shock, Charini retreated more than 20 meters, but seeing such a wonderful punch, he couldn't help but shout "good".

"Ha, you're the Sand Ghost who avenged your employer's family who were poisoned to death. You lurked in the desert for three months without any supplies and finally killed the murderer. I've heard of your reputation for keeping your promise and being loyal." Brad put away his fist and laughed heartily.

"But in the end, things still got messed up." Challini shook his head, the bitterness on his face becoming more and more obvious.

"Wrist Blade! Technically, I've already lost, but a boxer can't give up so easily. Please take one more of my moves!"

"Okay, go ahead!" Brad laughed and pounded his chest hard. He stood there without dodging, and his wrists began to gather a strong storm again.

"Here it comes!" Challini shouted.

After he finished speaking, his originally dark brown skin suddenly turned a sickly pale color. A large amount of blood was mobilized and rushed to his right arm, turning the arm black to a degree visible to the naked eye. His heart rate also increased in an instant to an exaggerated level that was enough to make a normal person explode and die with blood gushing out.

The secret of double blood flow - deep blood bullet!

Just like the firing of a musket, the bullet is fired through the thrust generated by the instantaneous combustion of gunpowder.

This deep blood bullet move also relies on manipulating one's own magic power and blood flow to continue to exert huge pressure in the arm, and finally explodes in the form of a straight punch in an instant.

Charini's figure blurred for a moment, like a video with a few frames cut out, and the next moment, he appeared right in front of Brad. The ground behind him seemed to slow down, and only when Charini appeared again did a deep gully appear.

In addition, his movements were also very strange. His jet-black right arm stretched straight forward, but both feet left the ground.

The whole person seemed to be flying up by his right arm, instead of moving normally with his legs.

Although the movement was weird, it made Charini feel that his boxing skills, which had stagnated for several years, had made a breakthrough!

At this moment, even the powerful storm gathered by Brad's wrists could not affect his actions. The strong wind was broken in the middle by his heavy punch!

The Sand Ghost's black and blue fist was like a solid bullet made of steel. Driven by magic power and blood pressure, it suddenly hit Brad's chest.

"Come on!!!" The Fist of Freedom fighter also roared, and then at the critical moment, he instantly switched his boxing configuration.

The next second, the storm that was originally gathering towards his wrists suddenly released without stopping for a moment.

The two liberated tornadoes sprayed in opposite directions, and the countless air turbulences generated by them began to dance wildly in place like countless invisible sharp blades. In an instant, the ground of the ring exploded with countless cuts of varying thickness and length.

What was even more exaggerated was the reverse storm released from Brad's wrists. It was no longer just enough to blow a human body, but was a terrifying force that pulled up large pieces of the ring debris covered with cracks from the ground.

"As expected, the 'Wrist Blade' of Storm's Double Fists!"

Before being swallowed by the strong wind, Charini exclaimed sincerely.

Chapter 71: Unknown Boxer

"Even in such a fierce battle, they didn't kill each other? Brad is actually a proud man."

In the stands, while sighing, Alvin waved his hand to disperse the dark blue color on his fingertips and the faint white mist wrapped around his fingers.

'Double Blood Stream' is a very distinctive boxing style. Although techniques such as reducing one's own blood flow rate and heart rate are somewhat redundant, the human body strengthening brought about by the secret ritual transformation allowed Alvin to do the same thing very early.

But some of the power-generating techniques were also unique, so he perked up and watched carefully for a while.

Then, he learned something from the secret of the move called 'Deep Blood Bullet', some 'tricks' that could make his punches a little stronger than they were just a few seconds ago.

After thinking for a few seconds, Alvin deduced some other uses based on the ultimate skill "Deep Blood Bullet".

For example, if you use this secret technique at the moment of snapping your fingers, the blood infusion will be coordinated with the flow of magic power. In this way, even a short and forceful action like snapping your fingers can unleash a force that cannot be ignored within a very short distance.

When he tried it just now, he made a crisp sound like snapping his fingers by tapping the air with his fingers.

But Alvin knew that unlike the normal crisp sound made by the fingertips hitting the skin when snapping the fingers, the crisp sound just now, like a balloon bursting, was actually the explosion caused by the finger rapidly breaking through the sound barrier at the moment it was popped out.

This technique of using fingers to confine the force to a very small range made him think of many possible uses, some of which were even specifically deduced for the art of boxing.

Boxing is really interesting!

While sighing in his heart, Alvin discovered that his second round of competition had also arrived.

Although he still used a disguised identity, this time when he stepped onto the ring, he was no longer the unknown person he was at the beginning. He could faintly hear cheers and applause mixed with his name from the stands.

This situation is not uncommon in boxing championships. Many outstanding boxers, even if they have only participated in a few competitions, have gained a lot of supporters from the audience with their excellent performance.

These new fans may not be considered fanatical, but at least they have shown undisguised love for the boxers they support. It can be foreseen that in the future they are likely to evolve into support clubs similar to fan groups.

"Hey, you're still distracted while standing on the ring. Aren't you a bit too arrogant?" A voice with hints of anger came from the other side.

Feeling the undisguised malice in the other party's words, Alvin couldn't help but frown and look forward.

"So, I should say sorry?"

"Seeing that you came here with that evil villain Wrist Blade, you must be a rebel from the Fist of Freedom! Humph, all the people from the Fist of Freedom deserve to die!" The man spoke faster and faster, his expression became more and more angry, and his facial features became more distorted.

Ignoring the hatred in the other person's words, Alvin looked up at the person who was speaking, and saw that he was wearing a neat cloth suit, leather wrist guards on his wrists, and soft boots on his feet for easy movement. Judging from his attire, he looked a bit like a boxer.

He is not like those opportunists who come to power fully armed and armed with weapons.

As for why this person holds such a grudge against the Fist of Freedom, that is not something Alvin cares about. He is too lazy to explore what grudges the other party had with the Fist Fighter in the past.

Anyway, through what I have witnessed during this period, no matter what their personal moral level is, as a resistance organization, the Fist of Freedom has always been doing what it takes to unite all oppressed classes in the desert, to seize power through violence and to destroy the old, decadent social system, and ultimately to establish a new, progressive, and fair social system.

From this we can see that individuals or forces that are hostile to such an organization, leaving personal feelings aside, are either oppressive classes that rely on existing privileges and wantonly and blatantly exploit vested interests, or ignorant "nobles" with their heads full of feudal, decadent, and slave-like thinking.

"Be careful! That's Phantom Light Flesh. He's skilled in fast punches and flashes of light. He's a boxing master from Ismailia City. His family was once the largest dealer of addictive narcotics in this desert, and that's why he was 'visited' by a boxer from the Alliance late at night twenty years ago."

Brad's voice suddenly rang in his ears. These were the words that the latter conveyed through the wind using his superb boxing skills.

visit?

Oh, the poison dealer who was visited by the Fist Fighter late at night.

Presumably, those hosts who were forced to receive visitors would most likely not see the sun the next day.