Star Forge Titan

In this way, the deep hatred that this guy named Flesh showed towards the Fist of Freedom was understandable.

At that moment, the referee's voice announced the start of the match. Instantly, Ivan's eyes were enveloped by a bright light, and then he heard Fleishi's voice, distorted by resentment, coming from behind him.

"You Fist Fighters always think of yourselves as heroes, but in reality, you are nothing but a bunch of butchers and executioners with blood on your hands!"

The opponent's movement speed is amazing. He is behind you on the left one second and appears right in front of you the next. The strong light released at the beginning interferes with people's vision, which further intensifies the feeling of appearing and disappearing mysteriously.

only……

"The dead leftovers from twenty years ago?" Alvin spoke the lines with a villain-like tone in a calm tone.

His dark golden eyes, blessed by God, tracked Flexi's figure effortlessly, unaffected by the bright light.

That expression was like an eagle hanging high in the sky, its feathers bathed in golden sunlight, watching the beasts charging wildly on the ground with a playful look.

Flexi, who was unaware of this, tried his best to stimulate the power of his boxing configuration. He was constantly releasing strong light and moving quickly, but suddenly he felt a chill.

The boxer's keen intuition made Flexi instinctively feel that something was wrong, but the words that came to his ear made this guy, who was already full of resentment, immediately fall into an even more uncontrollable rage, so that he forced himself to ignore the strong omen in his mind.

"Die, you evil thief!"

Flexi appeared behind Ivan, suddenly put his five fingers together into a spear shape, and then in a brief moment of less than a second, he made a swift and sudden move like a ray of light piercing through the darkness.

In the past, he had used this move to punch through the abdomen of a fully grown Komidon beast that was several times the size of an elephant!!!

But just as the attack was about to hit, Flesh suddenly saw the young black-haired boy pointing a hand at himself.

The next moment, a radiance so bright it seemed tangible burst forth from his open palm. It was so intense that even Fleishi, known as the 'Illusionary Light,' had never seen anything like it.

Yes, the surging, materialized light hit Fleishi like waves. The light waves released by Ivan, combining the power of his boxing configuration with the characteristics of the light-forged armor, slowed the boxer's speed down until he was forced to fly backwards.

"I've learned another interesting boxing formation." Alvin's voice sounded again.

Then, there was a piercing thrust that was even faster than the Phantom Light Flexi.

No, to be more precise, it was a finger that suddenly popped forward.

puff--

The sound of flesh being torn apart was heard, as if being hit by a bullet, and a circular gap was opened on the neck of Huanguang Flexi, who was famous for his high-speed punches.

Cone-shaped jets of blood spurted out from both ends of the wound, taking the life of the boxer.

The high-speed battle, in which the winner was decided in just one round, left most people, including the referee, stunned.

clap clap.

At this moment, a sudden burst of applause suddenly rang out next to the ring.

A masked man wearing a beast mask and with golden hair like a lion's mane was waving his hands as big as a palm fan and clapping his hands continuously.

"Wonderful!"

Chapter 72 A Rumor

Alvin didn't know the person who cheered.

But when he looked closely, he found that the beast mask was not a mask, but real facial features.

Yes, this man really did have an animal head. He looked like a fur-bearing orc, a rare sight in the Silent Desert, and his animalistic transformation was quite obvious.

Usually this type of fur tribe is called thick-blooded, but his body does not have the characteristics of a beast like the thick-blooded fur tribe. Instead, it is more like a barbarian orc with extremely developed muscles.

Although he was somewhat curious about the other person's mixed race, out of politeness, Alvin nodded at him first, which could be regarded as a thank you for being the first person to cheer for him after the game.

However, this polite gesture was met with a strange smile.

The other party showed a half-smile with his peculiar appearance. The fangs in his wide-open mouth and the "smile" on his beastly face gave people a strange feeling that was hard to tell whether it was malicious or kind.

With a slight frown, Alvin turned and walked down the ring. As for the dead Phantom Light Flexi, the arena staff would naturally go back and deal with it.

Back in the stands, Brad patted his junior brother's shoulder with a smile on his face. Compared to the weird smile on that weird face just now, his senior brother's smile was much purer.

"That 'Light as Fist' move just now was really good. Even the teacher would definitely praise you if he saw it," Brad said with a smile.

"It was just a sudden idea that came to me. If it hadn't worked, I would probably have had to take a punch from the other party." Alvin shrugged, but his words did not show any fear of the latter possibility. It was as if he was saying that he would be scratched by a wild cat.

Compared to the danger of actual combat trials, he was very happy about the method of application that had just come to him.

Lightforged Armor is the innate ability of the second-level class, the Knight of Embers.

Compared to magic, the innate abilities brought by extraordinary professions do not require a long period of learning to master, and are much faster to activate. Usually, there is no need to memorize cumbersome gestures and chants, and most of the time they are very stable and will not cause any problems.

But at the same time, innate abilities are not as flexible and malleable as the many spells that spellcasters can learn.

For example, 99.99% of barbarians must use their entire body instead of just a part of it, such as [Silence], to activate their class talent 'Frenzy' alone.

The innate abilities bestowed upon extraordinary individuals by their job agencies often lack flexibility in how they are used. They must be used in a rigid and fixed manner and cannot be modified at will according to the user's wishes.

However, the combination of boxing skills and natural abilities has brought new possibilities.

Just like the fist technique used by Phantom Light Flesh earlier, which possessed the ability to generate intense light, Ivan's Lightforged Armor, a talent that essentially shaped light, combined with Ivan's exceptional magical manipulation abilities, allowed him to combine the two, imbuing the intense light generated by his fist technique with a near-substantial quality.

Although he was still a little unfamiliar with it because it was his first time using it, the speed was only about fifty yards. If it hadn't appeared so suddenly and the strong light hadn't interfered with his vision, it would have been easily avoided by his opponent.

But this symbolizes a new path, a new possibility.

So, after Alvin walked down from the ring, he kept thinking about everything related to it, until a sudden exclamation from the surrounding stands interrupted his thoughts.

Looking up, Alvin found that even Brad was watching the match on the ring with a serious look.

One of the contestants was the orc who had first stood up to cheer for him, and the referee and host addressed him as the unknown boxer from Shakara City. This wasn't surprising, given the large number of boxers competing, and during the preliminary rounds, names registered often had various prefixes to avoid duplication.

But the current performance of this unknown boxer from Shakara City is somewhat unexpected.

On the one hand, this man was very tall, but on the other hand, he was extremely agile, and his flexible movements made it impossible for the other boxer's attacks to even touch his hair.

What excited the audience even more was that the orc man, while dodging, kept greeting the audience. He would clap his hands, and sometimes use his hands and feet to perform a strange war dance, looking relaxed and carefree, as if he were standing on a stage instead of a ring.

"Such a frivolous attitude..." Brad frowned.

"Rather than a boxing duel, it felt more like a gladiator's performance. While the essence of this boxing match is similar to a gladiatorial performance, this person's performance certainly seemed insulting to his opponent."

"Indeed." Alvin nodded in affirmation.

In the ring, the unknown boxer with a head of golden hair like a lion's mane seemed to have finally had enough.

Facing his already exasperated opponent, he once again showed that strange expression of half-smile, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The next second, the unknown boxer appeared behind his opponent, raising a cloud of dust. His strong and powerful hands clasped the latter's head tightly like iron pliers, and he shouted loudly:

"To live, or to die!"

The audience and referees in the stands were stunned. The difference in strength between the two sides and the difficulty in breathing made it difficult for the opponent to break free, and his face turned red.

"To be or not to be!" the unknown boxer shouted again:

"Death!" someone in the stands shouted excitedly.

"Death!" The followers also started shouting.

then……

Click!

With the crisp sound of broken bones, the unknown boxer turned the other boxer's head completely 180 degrees, forcing the other boxer to look at himself standing behind him.

Letting go and letting the dead boxer fall to his knees, the unknown boxer raised his arms towards the stands, greeting the enthusiastic cheers from the audience with a gesture like a hug.

Ivan was not too impressed by this scene. Although he would not show mercy to his enemies, this kind of performance that treated human lives as consumables still made the visitors from another world with normal values ​​feel unhappy.

Brad also frowned slightly. The Freedom Fist fighters killed people without mercy, but they were not perverted murderers and did not agree with the act of taking their lives.

"What race is that guy?" Feeling the atmosphere was a bit depressing, Alvin turned to ask something else.

"Half-blood orc." Brad answered thoughtfully.

It has been mentioned before that there are actually some misunderstandings about the name of orcs on the mainland.

People who don't know the situation often refer to both Savage Orcs and Furries as Orcs, but the two races have very distinct appearances and physical features. Furries are a subspecies of humans with animal features, while Orcs are a completely alien race.

Among the Fur Tribe, due to different degrees of animalization and atavism, there are three types of blood: thick blood, thin blood, and the rarest rare blood.

The most obvious outward manifestation of the first two is the obviousness of their beastly traits. Thin-blooded beings often have a pair of beastly ears or a tail, and any additional features are simply thicker body hair.

Those with thick blood often have an appearance that is closer to animals, like an unknown boxer in the ring with an animal head.

At the same time, this also makes the latter more outstanding in physical fitness, and even reaches or approaches the level of ordinary human first-level transcendents after adulthood.

As for the third type of thin blood, their appearance looks somewhat similar to the Thin Blood Fur Tribe, usually only with a pair of animal ears or tails, but their physical fitness is better than that of thick blood, and they also possess certain special transformation abilities, so they are called thin blood.

"This race doesn't seem to be very common in desert areas." Alvin said casually, but he didn't expect Brad's expression to become serious.

"Indeed, so this reminds me of a rumor."

"What rumors?"

"Rumors of undead gladiators."

Chapter 73: Legend of Immortality

The names currently used by the five largest city-states in the Silent Desert are all new names given after they were occupied by the Witch-King.

These names all come from the capitals of dynasties that were once prominent in the history of the Silent Desert.

The five Witch Kings, like the ghosts of five dynasties, have returned from the darkness of history to seize the entire desert in their grips, as rotten as bones but as strong as steel.

The five Witch-Kings had different ruling styles, but all revealed distinct personalities.

After all, just as when steel and clay collide, it is only the latter that is forced to deform. Unfettered and powerful individuals are often more accustomed to forcing the environment and others around them to adapt to themselves, rather than adapting themselves to the environment and others.

Thus, the city of Shakara, ruled by the fifth sorcerer-king, the bloodthirsty Hotep, became a gladiator city filled with blood and gore under his will.

Ultimate violence brings about extremely cruel rule, but human adaptability sometimes reveals an exceptionally stubborn tenacity like weeds.

In the bloody storm, countless names were born that even the god of death would remember. They are the legendary gladiators.

Compared to those people, the current gladiator champion Shadow of Death, who was defeated by Alvin before, is still a little inferior.

"Immortal Jerome, this is a name that appeared almost at the same time as the city of Shakara." Brad continued to tell Alvin the legend related to this name while thinking.

"The first gladiator champion of Shakara City was named Aman. He was a war slave, a soldier captured and sold into slavery after being defeated in battle. He possessed remarkable strength and talent. In the limited tradition of the gladiator profession, he was even able to become a third-ranked warrior."

"People thought Aman would continue to be the gladiatorial champion for several years, but at the beginning of the following year, during the first round of gladiatorial performances held in the city of Shaqara, he was killed in the arena."

"The man who killed him was Jerome?" Ivan asked subconsciously:

"Yes." Brad nodded.

"The gladiator who killed him called himself Jerome, a man who was a great fan of gladiatorial games."

"Now comes the key point. Do you know why this Jerome was given the nickname 'Immortal'?"

Ivan shook his head.

"Because a gladiator calling himself Jerome would appear every few years. His strength was often on par with the current champion, but after challenging the latter, regardless of whether he won or lost, he would disappear."

Having said that, Brad suddenly paused, with an incredible expression on his face.

"The next step is the key."

"Even if a gladiator calling himself Jerome was seriously injured or even killed by the champion, he would still summon a new champion to take the stage. His appearance and even his race might be different, but his name would always be Jerome."

"Even their fighting styles are very similar, typically utilizing various throws and throws, and later revealing a unique set of boxing techniques that mimic the movements of wild beasts preying on prey."

"And this somewhat strange phenomenon has persisted in Shakara City for nearly a hundred years."

"So, that's why it's called 'immortal'?" Alvin looked thoughtful.

"Well," Brad continued:

"Also, among all these various Jerome characters, the most common ones are hybrids of the Fur Tribe and the Barbarian Orcs."

Having said that, the two of them couldn't help but turn their gaze towards the ring in the center of the arena.

At the same time, the competition on the ring has entered the second round.

The half-blood who had the appearance of a thick-blooded fur tribe but the body shape of a barbarian orc did not choose to leave after winning. Instead, he continued to stand on the ring and told the host, referee and the audience that he wanted to continue to fight the second game.

This person seemed to be very familiar with how to liven up the atmosphere. With just a few words, he was able to stir up the audience's emotions. Even the host's commentary seemed more excited than usual.

So, next is his game again.

This does not violate the rules of the boxing tournament.