Star Forge Titan

The strong impact of the two secret moves that were detonated in advance made the furious Brad and the cold-blooded Hunter step back involuntarily.

The two tornadoes that had already formed disappeared, but the remaining aftermath did not spread randomly in all directions. Instead, it was guided by an invisible force and rushed into the sky without stopping, making the desert sky, which was already sparsely clouded, even bluer.

The so-called hard-core fight mediation is to scare both parties in the fight so much that they forget to throw punches!

Brad and Hunter were so surprised at this moment.

You know, what Alvin did just now was equivalent to bearing the secrets of the boxing techniques released by both sides at the same time.

But not only was he not seriously injured, he did not even take a step back. While breaking the secrets of both sides, he still had the leisure to direct the remaining force generated by the bombardment of moves into the sky to vent, so as to avoid the many spectators in the arena from being implicated.

After this operation, even the young boxer who was standing on the ring just now was lucky enough to survive. Although he was blown into the sky for a few seconds, at least he was not directly caught between the two opposing boxing techniques.

At this moment, the young man who didn't even have time to say his name was standing there in a daze, his legs trembling. The posture of standing with his legs turned inward made him look like a quail drenched by a rainstorm, pitiful and helpless.

God of the Nine Pillars, he never imagined that the second after he stepped into the preliminary competition arena, he would see two boxing masters less than a few meters away from him, directly using their ultimate skills to hit each other in the mouth!!!

[Desert curse words]! [Desert curse words]!

If I had known this, I shouldn’t have made that bet with my friend!!!

If it weren't for that bastard, why would I sign up for this damn boxing match!

Mom, I may not be able to go home for dinner today...

Just as he was daydreaming, a force that was not gentle but not strong enough to hurt anyone appeared out of nowhere. It picked up the poor and helpless chick and threw the young man who had nothing to do with the matter off the stage.

"Let me ask you this, you will probably choose to abstain, right?" Ivan, who stood on the stage unharmed, asked in a gentle and easy-going manner (probably).

"..." The young man was so nervous that he couldn't speak and could only nod to him.

Ivan withdrew his gaze and looked at Brad who was silent.

"Brother, look around. Do you remember what a fighter of the Fist of Freedom should protect?"

Ivan sighed. Thanks to his timely intervention, no one in the vast arena died. However, the clash of two powerful fist techniques, both derived from the Lan Dou school, had resulted in numerous injuries, even if only for a brief moment. The sounds of pain could be heard everywhere.

Look what you've been protecting!?!

Although his junior fellow student did not say it explicitly, the silent question rising from his heart was like a heavy punch, which immediately woke up the furious Brad and made his face pale as paper.

Although he was trained as a slave gladiator since he was very young, Brad's mother was a very kind woman. In the first few years, she taught him the most basic concepts of good and evil.

At the same time, Brad's excellent talent in fighting also allowed him to retain some of his natural kindness even in such a brutal environment as the arena.

Except for fights with wild beasts, he would spare the opponent three times every time he fought with a human, so he was given the nickname "Thrice Merciful Brad".

But the Colosseum is ultimately a bloody killing field, and the kindness he retained in his youth did not keep Brad's hands clean.

As a gladiator, he was forced to display raw and brutal violence time and again.

This planted the seeds of contradiction in his character, and the conflicting emotions made him likely to go crazy and run wild when he was stimulated by extreme emotions.

Later, he was liberated by the Fist Fighters led by the Great Elder Rigor. Through the former's teachings, Brad gradually realized that the real source that forced people to do cruel things was the cruel manipulation of the Witch King and the desert nobles.

This finally freed him from the pain of self-torture, and he joined the rebel Freedom Fists and became a boxer.

Originally, Brad thought he would no longer lose control like he did when he was young.

But when Hunter appeared before him, when the traitor whose hands were stained with the blood of those to whom he was as close as a brother or sister appeared before him, the long-lost rage once again enveloped his heart.

But this brought disaster to innocent people...

Regret and guilt welled up in his heart, but before he confessed and apologized, he had another question that needed to be asked.

"Even if it's just a prototype... how did you learn the fighting steel armor?" Brad asked sternly, and at the same time he was secretly shocked in his heart. The other party's level of perfection in this skill was even slightly better than his own.

Hunter acted indifferent to Brad's anger. He glanced at Ivan vaguely and chuckled.

"Oh, my foolish junior brother, have you forgotten?"

"I was there when the old man came up with the idea of ​​the 'Fighting Steel Suit'!"

"His original words were, as long as one possesses a strong enough will and excellent enough talent, and comprehends the true meaning of boxing, even without the auxiliary rituals, one can cultivate the Dou Qi Steel Armor!"

"But, while we're on this subject, um, let me think, who else was there?"

"Abed, Iskar, Rahman, oh, and young Sasha, that poor silly girl."

Hunter's expression remained hidden behind the mask as he spoke the names, but the mockery in his voice was undisguised.

"Shut up! You are not worthy to mention their names!" Brad's forehead veins bulged, and he could hardly suppress the anger in his heart and almost lost control again.

"Oh, they're just a bunch of idiots who were deceived by that old ghost until their death! You're so angry about them that you're almost out of control. You really don't deserve the name 'Thrice Merciful Braid'!"

Hunter's voice could no longer remain calm, and gradually revealed an inexplicable anger.

But soon he seemed to remember something, and there was an inexplicable hint of pity in his tone.

"Forget it, my stupid junior brother, it seems you don't know anything at all."

"What do you want to say?" Brad suppressed his anger.

"If I were you, I would ask that old fellow what the origin of his boxing is. After all, he's just..."

At this point, Hunter suddenly stopped talking, and the look he gave the two of them was particularly meaningful.

"Humph, full of nonsense."

Brad shouted, then looked around and found that he could see rising dust in the distance, obviously a large number of cavalry were approaching rapidly.

He exchanged a glance with Alvin, who nodded slightly.

Considering that the next plan could not fail, Brad finally said harshly:

"let's go!"

Chapter 77: Long Wind Supports Wings

Leaving the arena, Brad seemed unusually silent.

Alvin walked beside him, but also said nothing.

Avoiding the lower-ranking Witch King's soldiers who had to rush over to see how loud the commotion was in the arena, the two of them quickly disappeared into the complex outer slums of Ismailia.

Until he returned to the White Dove Chamber of Commerce, entered the secret base of the Fist of Freedom and gave instructions on a series of matters.

After carefully dealing with the various possible impacts caused by the reappearance of the dangerous figure Hunter Javier, Brad finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly leaned back in his chair, and looked at the ceiling with a lonely look.

"Anything you want to ask?"

"What are you asking... Um, about the origins of boxing?"

Ivan didn't shy away from asking the most pressing question from the previous conversation:

And this is also the question that makes Brad silent.

In response to his junior's honesty, the latter forced a bitter smile from his face.

The collapse of middle-aged people sometimes happens in an instant, but while being a middle-aged man, Brad is also a boxer.

Even when faced with matters that would cause any middle-aged person to collapse, the Fist Fighters cannot easily collapse. Even if this requires taking the huge risk of losing their lives, the fighters still cannot allow themselves to fall into collapse.

Because behind them, there are often many things that are far more important than life and worth protecting and defending.

After a long silence, Brad finally chose not to avoid Ivan's question.

"If I said I knew nothing, I would be lying. But the complete answer to this question was indeed buried beneath the endless sands of the sea of ​​dust a hundred years ago, in the early days of the alliance."

Then, this middle-aged man, who still had the fiery heart of a teenager, let out another long sigh.

"At this point in time, the only person who truly knows all the information about the origin of the boxing technique is probably our master, the Alliance's Grand Elder, His Excellency Rigor."

"He relied on his advanced boxing skills and masterful realm to survive for an exceptionally long time. He is well-versed in the history of the alliance and even boxing itself."

"It sounds like a fossil that has been buried underground for many, many years without decaying." Alvin smiled and shook his head.

"A fossil? Ha, now that you mention it, it does look a bit like one. I just hope Master doesn't get so mad at being called a 'stubborn stone'."

"After all, excessive excitement is not good for the health of an elderly person. You know, he is almost over a hundred years old."

At this point, Brad couldn't help but smile, and the depression in his heart seemed to have melted away a lot.

"So, Senior Brother, you have to keep it a secret for me."

"Oh, young people really dare to say anything." Brad cursed with a smile, then turned back to the previous question.

"In short, apart from the old times covered by countless grains of sand, the only person who knows the answer now is Master Rigor."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Ivan looked directly into Brad's eyes, his gaze as clear as a mirror, without any ripples or hesitation.

"I hate misunderstandings and the Riddler, and even more so, those despicable people who try to sow discord with the so-called 'truth.' So, why should we let a misunderstanding persist for more than one night? Waiting to watch it ferment into an even more difficult mess?"

"..." Faced with this barrage of questions, Brad half opened his mouth, unable to speak for a moment.

Junior Brother, you are quite right, but things are often not that simple. This world, the world of adults, is very complicated. We cannot just...

Brad was about to give some reasons, but suddenly he froze on the spot.

It’s really not that simple…is it?

Why can't we deal with it in the most straightforward and direct way?

Do I also have doubts and confusions in my heart? Do I also want to find out the truth of this matter?

Countless memories from the past flooded into my mind, and even the faces of those who had almost faded away became clear again.

I want to know, I want to know why Hunter betrayed everyone!

Staring at the dark-gold eyes of the black-haired boy, Brad suddenly felt his mind become clear. All the disturbances from his previous wild thoughts disappeared, and only the simplest thoughts remained.

"go!"

It was already night outside, but the two brothers did not hesitate at all.

They moved much faster than ordinary people, and chose not to take the usual route, but instead to move forward along the undulating roofs of various houses and buildings.

As a result, the lower-ranking soldiers of the Sorcerer King's army, on night patrol below, didn't notice the two figures passing overhead. Even when a lower-ranking officer from a low-ranking military noble occasionally passed by, they also didn't notice anything unusual.

"The use of Randou's Falcon Fist is indeed not limited to combat."

Seeing Brad ahead manipulating the airflow around him, using the subtle vibrations of the air to offset the various noises generated by his movements, Ivan nodded silently. As he learned a new move, a certain suspicion arose in his mind.

For experienced boxers like Brad who have persisted in practicing boxing for more than ten years or even decades since they were young, the boxing they have learned may be thoroughly integrated into every aspect of their lives.

Perhaps, this is the only way to advance from the realm of "Jiechuan" to the realm of "Master".

Learning the boxing configuration and breathing method and using them freely is one realm, while integrating the state when using boxing with the usual state until no trace can be seen is another realm.

From knowing how to use it to being good at using it, and then to it becoming a habit, every move and gesture is a boxing technique... right?

Although the essence is the manipulation and control of magic, compared with the mainstream magic in other areas of the Palladio world, the boxing in the Silent Desert area is indeed very unique.

Unfortunately, there's currently no Transcendent class specifically adapted for boxing techniques. Otherwise, another fourth-tier crowned being, different from the 'Witch King,' might have appeared in the Silent Desert.

Thinking of this, Alvin and Brad happened to arrive at the courtyard where Elder Rigor lived in seclusion.

Pushing the door and entering the courtyard, Alvin saw that the Great Elder had not rested. He was sitting cross-legged in the rocking chair as usual, squinting his eyes and looking up at the night sky dotted with countless stars.

"Haha." Elder Rigor suddenly laughed.

This made Brad and Ivan feel a little strange. They didn't understand why the master laughed inexplicably.

"Brad, my apprentice, you are finally moving forward again."

“…” Hearing this, Brad couldn’t help showing a surprised expression, but then he closed his eyes again, a look of relief appearing on his face.

"So, I've tied my own hands and feet?"

It was clearly just a simple conversation of less than three sentences, but when Brad opened his eyes again, Ivan found that his entire temperament began to change.

If the former 'Wrist Blade' was like the wild wind blowing wildly at the outskirts of a storm, then the current Brad is more like the silent eye of the storm. Although he still gathers the frantic power around him, his core self always maintains a tranquility like a windless land.

In the silence, Alvin seemed to hear a loud eagle cry, and the sound was like the most dissipating wind, rising straight into the sky.

Now, even if Brad faces Hunter Hader head-on, he will not go berserk again.

He can only calmly knock the opponent down!

Chapter 78: The Secret of Steel Armor

A good teacher will always show genuine joy for his students' progress.

At this moment, Rigor had none of the reserve and domineering a great elder should have. His experienced smile, which was as wrinkled as a pine tree, was particularly bright, and those fine wrinkles were almost squeezed into a big cosmos.