Star Forge Titan

The boxing match system is actually a points elimination system. Any boxer who registers for the boxing match can get 20 points and qualify for the second round as long as he defeats 20 opponents who also register for the competition. Conversely, the loser will be eliminated directly.

During this process, the winning side can choose to fight all twenty people in one day, or choose to rest for one day after each fight.

In order to fully ferment their reputations, boxers like Ivan, who were sent out by the Free Fist to attract attention, did not choose to fight continuously, but others were not like that.

The reason is very simple. The selection mechanism for the second round is the same as the first round. You also need to defeat twenty players who also enter the second round, accumulate points to twenty, and then you can enter the third round.

Similarly, when the registration for the King of Boxing Tournament is closed and the final ten boxers are decided, they will receive a special honor, which is the honor of participating in the final in front of the Witch King.

At that time, the second wizard king Menis will come to the arena in person to watch the final ten people fight each other until the champion emerges.

Then, she will grant the champion the status of her successor.

At first glance, it seems that there is no need to rush to play all twenty games, but there is a hidden element in this rule, that is, the total number of people who sign up to participate is limited.

If a player does not win fast enough, he or she may be shocked to find that other players in the round have been eliminated before accumulating enough points, making it impossible for him or her to continue to earn points and thus lose the chance to advance to the next round.

This encourages contestants to be too cautious in relaxing, and the number of people who choose to fight continuously will gradually increase over time.

However, the unknown boxer on the stage obviously did not choose to fight continuously for this reason.

"Come on! Fighting lovers, let me see your love for fighting!" The unknown boxer pounded his chest hard.

Soon, someone jumped onto the ring.

"I'll fight you!"

"My name is Henkard, Heavy Hammer Henkard! Remember this name, that's the one who will defeat you." Henkard announced his name, and the competition began.

The challenger who jumped onto the ring also used the Flowing Stone Fist.

However, even if they use the same set of boxing techniques, different boxers have different understandings of the boxing techniques.

Henkard put his hands into the core configuration of the 'Hard Rock' style, waiting for the color of the rock to begin to replace the skin color on the surface of his arms, and then he suddenly plunged his hands into the ground.

When he pulled his hands out again, a thick layer of rock armor had already attached to the area below Henkard's elbows. When he clenched his five fingers on his hands, they looked like huge stone hammers made of solid rock.

When his fists collided, a bright spark exploded instantly.

"Oh, so using the moment when the configuration draws on magic power to draw similar elemental power from the environment for extra protection? This idea is quite interesting." Alvin touched his chin and his eyes became focused.

"Good man!" The unknown boxer on the stage also shouted.

Then, he clenched his fist and hit his chest hard again.

"Come on, hit this way!"

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PS: I was spending time with my family yesterday. Anyway, I’ll make up for it later. Today will be a double update.

This chapter has not been reviewed

"coming!"

Henkard shouted, and his whole body was like a huge rock rolling down from the mountain. Every step he took left a footprint clearly visible to the naked eye on the ring.

At the same time, the fine dust on the ground floated up against the law of gravity, and as he moved forward, it continued to gather towards the pair of rock armor on his arms, constantly increasing its thickness and weight.

Rather than elemental protection, is it more like environmental bonus?

Alvin immediately discerned the subtle difference, and at the same time vaguely felt that new inspiration was beginning to form in his mind.

Although most boxing techniques can only mobilize the magic power in the boxer's body, no matter whether it is inside or outside the body, magic power is always magic power, a power that can interfere with the real level.

Clearly, it wasn't just the Lan Dou Sheng Quan school; practitioners of other schools were also seeking ways to break through the limitations of the human body, and were beginning to produce various results. The practitioner before him, Henkard, was one of them.

The new secret technique of the Fist of Flowing Stone—Rolling Stone Meteor!!!

The gathering dust dragged a bright yellow trail behind Henkard, like the tail of a meteor, and the rock gauntlet on his right hand, which had expanded to a thickness of thirty centimeters, created gusts of wind.

Facing the heavy punch coming straight for his chest, the unknown boxer showed no fear on his face. Instead, he revealed an almost insane smile.

Then, he just stood there without dodging or avoiding.

Then, the rolling stone meteor hit the unknown boxer's chest, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard.

"That's powerful!" A large amount of blood spurted out of the nameless boxer's mouth, and his messy hair that looked like a lion's mane stood up as if it was suddenly electrified.

But he did not fall down. Instead, he stood there and laughed.

"Hahaha! I'm still alive! I'm still alive! My dear friend!"

This morbid reaction made Henkard unable to react for a moment, and his wrists were firmly clamped by the unknown boxer's hands.

"Let go!" The former quickly swung his other hand, which was covered with a rock arm guard, and hit the unknown boxer on the head with a punch as heavy as a hammer. With just one punch, his head was bleeding and his face was covered with a dazzling bright red color.

But the unknown boxer did not let go. He was like a monster who felt no pain at all. He continued to stand there and laugh, while his five fingers of both hands kept clenching.

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

"Madman! Madman!"

"Hahaha!"

Accompanied by maniacal laughter and the opponent's terrified curses, the half-blood orc's nails, as sharp as the claws of wild beasts, actually dug into the thick rock armor on Henkard's hand bit by bit.

This made Henkard's expression become panic, but no matter how hard he beat the unknown boxer, the other party would not let go, until a crisp sound was heard from between the two of them.

The rock arm armor made of Flowing Stone Fist was crushed to pieces by the unknown boxer!

The sharp nails, like the claws of a wild beast, then pierced into Henkard's arm, locking his limb tightly.

At the same time, the unknown boxer opened his huge mouth full of sharp teeth and gave Henkard a bloodthirsty and animalistic smile.

"I remember your name, and my name..."

"It's called Jérôme!"

"Immortal Jerome!!!"

There was an uproar in the stands. Naturally, many people had heard of the name of the legendary gladiator. Regardless of whether the half-blooded orc below was the real Jerome, the mere act of shouting out the name was already very eye-catching.

On the other side, the unknown boxer who shouted out the legendary name and called himself Jerome had his muscles bulged all over his body, and then he used an extremely brutal throw amidst his opponent's shock and wailing.

Throwing skills-Beast Claw Locking Wrist, Splitting Limbs and Crushing Skull!

With his claws bent like a trap to fix his opponent's limbs, Jerome turned around and used his shoulder as a fulcrum, using Henkard's immobilized right hand as a lever, and used a modified shoulder throw cleanly and swiftly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The ground was rapidly closing in on Henkard's vision, and then, like a heavy truck speeding at a hundred and twenty yards, it kissed his head hard!

Boom! ! !

A dull sound was heard, and blood splashed on the ring like a gushing spring, leaving a bloody arc trajectory. At the end of this trajectory, there was a dazzling bright red ball that exploded violently like a blooming blood rose.

With just one throw, Henkard's right arm was torn off, and his head was smashed into pieces by the impact of the solid ring.

For a moment, there were nauseous retching sounds in the stands, but Jerome didn't care and raised high the broken arm he had just torn off, twisting his hands violently as if twisting a towel.

Crackling, crackling, the horrific sound of bones breaking and flesh twisting spread throughout the venue.

Blood spurted out like a waterfall, splashing on Jerome, dyeing half of his body a horrible red.

"Woo~ That feels great. Compared to a stone hammer, the Hammer of the Earth is not as heavy." While commenting, Jerome shook his head like an animal, and the splattered blood dyed the ground red again.

"Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else coming to play the third game?" The half-blood orc looked around with a smile. Although he had a smile on his face, the blood all over his body made him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

Seeing no one answered, the guy suddenly turned his gaze to Ivan in the stands.

"Young man, you fought beautifully just now. Have you ever thought about becoming a professional gladiator? I just opened a gladiator school a while ago, and I'm actively recruiting students right now. Join now, and you'll get preferential treatment, hahaha."

“…” Ivan’s expression remained unchanged, he just shook his head while sitting in the stands.

"What? Young people nowadays don't like gladiatorial shows anymore? How boring." Jerome shrugged and gestured to the servants beside the stands, signaling them to come up and clean the arena.

The servants looked at each other, then stepped tremblingly onto the ring and began to clean up what was left of Henkard.

On the stage, Jerome waited for a while, and after confirming that no one else was going on stage, he walked downstairs humming an unknown tune.

"Yes, please invite the next boxer to the stage to compete." Beside the ring, the fat host and referee wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted stutteringly.

The first person to take the stage was a young man. He looked a little nervous because of the previous match, and his movements were a little stiff. When he stepped on the bloodstains on the ring, he was stunned for a moment.

This performance brought laughter from the stands, but also eased the atmosphere a little.

Then his opponent also came on stage.

Alvin suddenly frowned. The man had gray hair and looked very old.

But his body was as muscular as a normal middle-aged boxer, which gave off a sense of incongruity.

The other person had a black mask on his face, which looked somewhat like a human skeleton with the flesh stripped off, but there was a strange breathing device at his mouth and nose. As he moved forward, he made deep breathing sounds.

crunch...

Alvin heard the sound of gnashing teeth beside him.

Turning his head, he saw Brad standing up with a whoosh, staring at the contestant on the stage with red eyes.

"Hunter—"

Brad squeezed out a name from between his teeth, and the veins on his forehead stood out like vines. The violent airflow around his body turned into a sudden hurricane.

The resulting surging air waves directly blew the roof of the stands into the air dozens of meters high.

"How dare you! How dare you just show up in front of me like that!"

Wrist Blade's furious roar echoed throughout the venue.

"Hunter Hader!!!"

Chapter 74: Beast Claw Locking Wrist

"coming!"

Henkard shouted, and his whole body was like a huge rock rolling down from the mountain. Every step he took left a footprint clearly visible to the naked eye on the ring.

At the same time, the fine dust on the ground floated up against the law of gravity, and as he moved forward, it continued to gather towards the pair of rock armor on his arms, constantly increasing its thickness and weight.

Rather than elemental protection, is it more like environmental bonus?

Alvin immediately discerned the subtle difference, and at the same time vaguely felt that new inspiration was beginning to form in his mind.

Although most boxing techniques can only mobilize the magic power in the boxer's body, no matter whether it is inside or outside the body, magic power is always magic power, a power that can interfere with the real level.

Clearly, it wasn't just the Lan Dou Sheng Quan school; practitioners of other schools were also seeking ways to break through the limitations of the human body, and were beginning to produce various results. The practitioner before him, Henkard, was one of them.

The new secret technique of the Fist of Flowing Stone—Rolling Stone Meteor!!!

The gathering dust dragged a bright yellow trail behind Henkard, like the tail of a meteor, and the rock gauntlet on his right hand, which had expanded to a thickness of thirty centimeters, created gusts of wind.

Facing the heavy punch coming straight for his chest, the unknown boxer showed no fear on his face. Instead, he revealed an almost insane smile.

Then, he just stood there without dodging or avoiding.

Then, the rolling stone meteor hit the unknown boxer's chest, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard.

"That's powerful!" A large amount of blood spurted out of the nameless boxer's mouth, and his messy hair that looked like a lion's mane stood up as if it was suddenly electrified.

But he did not fall down. Instead, he stood there and laughed.

"Hahaha! I'm still alive! I'm still alive! My dear friend!"

This morbid reaction made Henkard unable to react for a moment, and his wrists were firmly clamped by the unknown boxer's hands.

"Let go!" The former quickly swung his other hand, which was covered with a rock arm guard, and hit the unknown boxer on the head with a punch as heavy as a hammer. With just one punch, his head was bleeding and his face was covered with a dazzling bright red color.

But the unknown boxer did not let go. He was like a monster who felt no pain at all. He continued to stand there and laugh, while his five fingers of both hands kept clenching.

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

"Madman! Madman!"

"Hahaha!"

Accompanied by maniacal laughter and the opponent's terrified curses, the half-blood orc's nails, as sharp as the claws of wild beasts, actually dug into the thick rock armor on Henkard's hand bit by bit.

This made Henkard's expression become panic, but no matter how hard he beat the unknown boxer, the other party would not let go, until a crisp sound was heard from between the two of them.

The rock arm armor made of Flowing Stone Fist was crushed to pieces by the unknown boxer!

The sharp nails, like the claws of a wild beast, then pierced into Henkard's arm, locking his limb tightly.