Star Forge Titan

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 75 Accidents Occur Frequently

Hunter Hader, who once studied with Brad, was like a brother to him.

As far as Alvin knew, the two parted ways during the bloody seven days more than ten years ago. No, to be more precise, they severed their ties and broke off completely.

Hader joined the First Witch King and became the rebel who caused the greatest damage to the Alliance since the establishment of the Free Fists. In a sense, the Seven Bloody Days were the tragic consequences directly caused by his betrayal.

Any Fist Fighter who survived that catastrophe was determined to kill him.

Among them, Brad was the one with the most intense hatred.

It can be said that as close as brothers the two were before they went their separate ways, Brad now has as deep a hatred for them as the sea.

The violent 'qi' turned into a violent storm that swept across the entire arena, and the powerful magical pressure surged in all directions like a tide.

The ordinary young boxer on the ring was completely stunned, while Hunter Hader just stood there calmly and let out a low, hoarse chuckle.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier. Neither the violent wind nor the strong magical pressure could get close to the neat circle with a diameter of three meters around him.

what is that?

Ivan held Brad's shoulders. Neither the storm nor the pressure had any effect on the black-haired boy who was so close to him, but at the same time he also had doubts.

The Fist Fighters came to participate in the competition openly in order to attract the attention of the Witch King. But why did the other party dare to show up again? Is there something they can rely on?

After all, he would not underestimate the opponent because of his last success. After all, there was also suspicion of a sneak attack on his side that time. Well, let's just say it was an unavoidable sneak attack launched from the front.

"Let go, Junior Brother, I'm calm now." Brad's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and at the same time, it was without any ups and downs, like a piece of hard ice.

"Okay." Alvin let go of his hand, and the ground beneath his feet cracked evenly into fine cracks. That was the residual force that he transmitted to the ground using the secret of the Storm Fighting Divine Fist.

"I'm very clear that there shouldn't be any unplanned changes now."

Brad gritted his teeth and clenched his fists several times.

Countless familiar faces came to mind, including many young apprentices who were still in their innocent stages.

These images were gradually stained with blood and became blurred.

At last……

All that was left was a blood-red setting sun with no end in sight.

One after another, cold and hard words, like those cast from molten iron, burst out from between the teeth of this bearded man like thunderbolts.

"But I can't bear this hatred!"

"I can't fucking stand it!!!"

boom!

An explosion sounded, and a crack appeared in the ground that went through the entire stands. Alvin waved his hand to fan away the smoke and dust in front of him.

But Brad was wrapped in a strong wind and had turned into a gust of wind arrow that flew out from a bowstring, shooting towards Hunter Hader who was still laughing on the ring.

Ranto Sand Falcon Style·Secret Secret Technique——Falcon Falls, Eagle Dies!

The hands are wings, the feet are claws, and the body is made of eagle bones. Boxing is not limited to the shallow skills of the hands!

In an instant, the whirlwind around Brad condensed inward, outlining the vague shadow of a falcon flapping its wings, which made Hunter Hader's laughter stop abruptly.

"It's amazing, my junior brother, you have reached this level through your own practice."

Without caring at all about what the other party said, the superior transcendent exerted all his strength, grasped the long wind, restrained the cloud flow, gathered the swirling mist at his right foot, and constructed a huge spear made of air and steel.

Then, with a resolute and irreversible momentum like an arrow—

Falling from the sky!!!

Just like that, Brad, with the storm all around him, kicked out a storm foot towards Hunter that seemed to connect the sky and the earth!

Facing his former junior brother who summoned an entire tornado, Hunter suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl towards the sky.

The voice sounded like a blind and broken wolf straying from its pack in the wild, howling longingly towards heaven and earth with its last remaining cruelty and ferocity.

Hunter's gray hair turned even whiter without warning, and a bloody wound appeared between his eyebrows.

Then, accompanied by the scream of blood and flesh being torn, a wolf-like figure as blurry as a shadow leaped out from the wound, roaring, then immediately turned around, opened its wolf mouth covered with fangs, and bit Hunter's whole body fiercely.

At the moment of creaking, Hunter Hader's entire body was covered with a translucent armor.

A wolf's head formed the helmet and neck guard, its yellow-green pupils overlapping those of a human. Its shoulders resembled claws, clasped forward. A thick fur cape, shaped like a wolf's tail, rose high behind it. At first glance, this translucent armor looked as if a hungry wolf with a full beard and hair had pounced on Hunter Hader from behind, giving him a ferocious, barbaric appearance.

"Brad!" Hunter roared with all his might in a hoarse voice. The strong fluctuation of magic power made the originally clear sky seem to turn cloudy, and was stained with a layer of dark color.

Lan Dou Ya Wolf Fist - Lone Wolf Death Blood!

In an instant, the direction of the wind in the venue began to change, and a tornado that was no less powerful than Brad's went against the flow.

All this happened in a very short time. The two storms collided with each other mercilessly. The referee who was closest to the ring had just run a dozen steps when he was sucked backwards. The spectators in the surrounding stands were no exception.

"The destructive power of a transcendent who loses control and uses his power recklessly is indeed astonishing..." Alvin cursed inwardly and immediately made a judgment.

With his current abilities, although he could save many people around him, those spectators farther away were beyond his reach.

Therefore, the best way is not to try your best to save people, but to let these two guys calm down!

However, could the power displayed by the two boxers on the ring at this moment be the fighting steel armor?

Without thinking too much, Alvin adjusted his breathing in an instant and used the secret breathing method unique to Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

Although Master Rigor has not yet formally taught his true Lan Dou Holy Fist, the various insights he has gained from watching boxing matches and learning boxing techniques in recent days have given him some understanding of the so-called Lan Dou Holy Fist.

The long and rhythmic breathing was completed in a very short time, and the raised arms gradually took on a configuration unique to the Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

The upright body is as firm as a spear driven into the earth, and does not sway at all even in the fierce wind. The raised left and right hands are like masts making up a sail, outlining a tall cross in the wind.

The strong wind blew the tall boy's messy black hair into a frenzy of flames, and the violent primitive magic power in his body rippled with the rhythm of his breathing secret technique.

Ivan had no idea how the past inheritors understood the nature of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist.

But for him personally, the so-called Storm Fighting Holy Fist is the manipulation of "force".

Or to use the words of the previous life, it is the control and management of the 'force' transmission vector!

then……

As the black-haired boy appeared, an almost undetectable thin line suddenly appeared in the air, splitting the sky and the earth, the storm and the violent rain into two!

A third force brazenly intervened in the conflict between the two storms.

This is the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, an unverified configuration of my style.

Blade One: Cut the Wind!

Chapter 76: Doubts abound

Breathing technique, learned.

Boxing configuration, acquisition.

Alvin has already met the most basic requirements for using a boxing technique.

In addition, his own understanding of the Lan Dou Sheng Quan has also reached the standard of paying attention to the use of this boxing technique.

Therefore, at this moment, the black-haired boy no longer needs to use the gale configuration to control the air as a medium to transmit power.

After Alvin gained some understanding of the essence of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, the secret breathing method of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist that could connect to the earth made him realize that there was something more essential than the earth, and that was the space that contained all matter and energy!

The Lan Dou Sheng Quan is a boxing technique that can use space as a medium to control the vector of force and shape the force into an invisible blade that can be transmitted through the air!

If not for this, this boxing style would not be called "Saint"!

Indistinctly, his ability to learn beyond the level of a genius allowed Ivan to further sense the existence of a certain possibility. Although its specific meaning was still unclear, it was enough to elevate his boxing skills to a higher level.

breathe--

The air currents made sharp sounds as the Titan's chest rose and fell, and magic power circulated violently in the black-haired boy's already tall and slender body like a tsunami.

The next second, Alvin swung his fist fiercely, and at this moment his whole body revealed a strong presence that could not be ignored, like a raging wave and collapsing rocks.

Lan Dou Holy Fist·I-ryu is not completed—Renichi·Zhanfeng!

In just a moment, an almost undetectable yet unstoppable slender line forcibly separated the two violent storms in the sky that were sweeping across the entire arena, followed by an extremely powerful explosion.