Star Forge Titan

In his mouth, stretched as wide as possible due to laughter, even the few remaining teeth on his gums were carelessly exposed.

"Wow, this is really something worth celebrating."

"I think so too." Alvin also smiled.

Hearing what his master and fellow apprentice said, Brad couldn't help but grin.

In fact, starting from this seemingly ordinary night, the road for the boxing fighter 'Wrist Blade' Brad to become a boxing master has been completely opened.

The reason why such a dramatic change occurred in such a short period of time can be traced back to the influence of human consciousness on magic power, and the influence of magic power on the real world.

Many factors influence a person's ability to manipulate magic, but consciousness and will are undoubtedly crucial. Therefore, sometimes a single thought can even alter their understanding and control of magic, which in turn can further interfere with and influence the physical environment of the Palladia world.

A more fundamental change occurred deep within Brad's consciousness. In the brief moment just now, he completely sorted out his thoughts and freed his heart from the shackles of the past and the past.

The most intuitive manifestation is that Brad has an unprecedented clear perception of the existence of his own soul power, which means that he has a clearer understanding of his own soul ability.

Brad had made great strides forward on the Fire Sword Road, the path required to advance from the third to the fourth stage. Although the remaining path would only become more difficult than before, and even the closer he got to the point, the less hope there was, it was still a significant improvement.

As long as the momentum of progress is maintained, perhaps many years in the distant future, the Fist of Freedom will welcome a fighter who will be honored as the crown bearer, a champion fighter belonging to the alliance.

After a brief celebration with a smile, Brad adjusted his mood, walked to the teacher, bowed respectfully, and then slowly spoke:

"Master, I saw Hayden again."

After many years, Brad once again pronounced the name he used to call his former senior brother, and no longer used the ugly name that symbolized hounds and minions to call him.

Although that was the new name chosen by the latter himself, what really made him remember was the more familiar name Hayden.

This shows from another perspective that Brad has been able to fully face up to everything that happened in the past.

"..." Hearing this, Rigor put away his smile and looked at his disciple with extreme seriousness.

"The daytime game..."

Brad recounted in detail what he had seen and heard during the day, and emphasized that Hunter had used a new power similar to the prototype of the "Fighting Steel Suit" in an incomprehensible way.

"Fighting Qi Steel Armor? Are you sure!?" As it concerns the most confidential power of the Fist of Freedom, Rigor couldn't help but raise his voice too loudly.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm not mistaken. Moreover, Junior Brother has also felt that power up close, which is different from the boxing structure." Brad nodded solemnly.

"Yeah." Alvin nodded.

"Although I'm not entirely sure of its true nature, it's completely different from the boxing formation power I know of. It's a powerful force that can profoundly impact the real world on a much larger scale."

“…” Rigor was silent for a moment.

After some thought, the elder said something softly.

"That's the breathing method, the sublimated breathing method."

The words coming out of the old man's mouth made Ivan and Brad hold their breath at the same time. Any knowledge related to the fighting steel armor is the most cutting-edge technology in the boxing world.

In addition, as talented and hardworking boxers, they naturally know the two key elements of boxing, namely the boxing configuration. However, when practitioners enter more advanced fields, they will find that it is actually only the appearance of a boxing style.

What is more important is the breathing method corresponding to the configuration. The breathing method is the key to changing the flow of magic power in the body, and after becoming familiar with the existence of the boxing configuration, the role it plays is often closer to auxiliary.

Therefore, only excellent boxers can simplify and modify the original boxing configuration after reaching the level of being able to kill with ease, so that it can be more in line with their own habits and more adaptable to the various complex situations that may arise during actual combat, and can also perform with higher and faster efficiency during actual combat.

In contrast, the breathing technique itself is a complex inherited skill that was finally established after generations of boxers from various schools went through rigorous verification and paid a heavy price. It is often difficult to see obvious changes even after using it for more than ten years.

Therefore, when the Great Elder mentioned that the breathing method could be sublimated, Brad and Ivan were both surprised.

Next, the Great Elder continued to talk about the content related to the fighting spirit steel armor slowly in his voice that seemed like he was about to fall asleep, but the two people who were listening to the lecture did not dare to relax at all, for fear of missing out on any key sentences.

According to the Great Elder, the so-called ritual of forging the 'Fighting Qi Steel Armor' is essentially about making the recipient feel immense pressure, and continuously battling a false yet threatening imaginary enemy, until, under the influence of pressure, they gradually improve their old breathing techniques.

In that way, even if one has not truly reached the level of sublimation and transformation, one can still slightly borrow some of the effects of the 'Fighting Steel Armor'.

However, the risk of doing so is extremely high. The recipient will often die during the ritual due to the overly real threat, and the probability of this happening remains high.

This is also the reason why Rigor did not promote the 'Fighting Steel Armor' technology on a large scale. He really did not want to see the talented young people in the league being wasted in unnecessary places due to their immature technology.

But from another perspective, as long as the ritual is successfully completed, it will increase the possibility of them awakening the true "Fighting Steel Armor" in the future, some faint possibility that is at least worth sacrificing their lives in the eyes of the fist fighters.

This is related to the extraordinary professions chosen by boxers today.

Currently, most boxers choose to be promoted to ordinary combat professions that focus on physical fitness.

Although it is not impossible, it is not perfect after all. It will be difficult to complete the integration and optimization of its own ability system in the future. In other words, it is difficult to break through the third level, let alone the fourth level and the legendary fifth level.

However, when the fighting steel armor technology reaches a truly mature stage, the boxing school may refer to the perfectly sublimated breathing method, and in turn modify the strengthening ceremony into a promotion ceremony, until it obtains an extraordinary job sequence specifically for the characteristics of boxing fighters.

That would be a greater progress than simply improving boxing skills, because younger boxers would have the opportunity, a precious opportunity to challenge the highest limit of advancement in this world - the realm of perfection.

Therefore, upon hearing that some of the First Wizard King's subordinates had begun to use this power, Rigor's inner turmoil was actually much stronger than it appeared on the surface.

"In that case, perhaps it's time to tell you something..."

Chapter 79: Steel Armor Void Form

There is such a thing as justice.

Justice requires powerful boxing skills!

The specific words may be different, but many fighters receive similar teachings from their mentors when they take their first lessons as apprentices.

Now, these words reappeared in the ears of Ivan and Brad. Unlike the initial excitement he felt when he first heard them, Brad now only felt a deep sense of agreement. As for Ivan, he had known many similar truths in the past, and his experience after crossing over made him realize it even more deeply.

Justice without sufficient enforcement power can only be called weak.

The "execution ability" mentioned here can sometimes be more roughly equated with the word "power".

Looking at the two disciples with serious expressions, countless familiar scenes from the past hundred years emerged in Rigor's mind.

In those scenes, the words he said were always the same, but the disciples who listened to his teachings were not the same people.

Many of the disciples came from various regions of the desert, and even their races were different, but they all shared the same attentive expression that was full of hope and enthusiasm.

To this day, Rigor can no longer count how many disciples he has taught. For many of them, he can't even recall the specific appearance of those children.

Only a sorrow as deep as the ocean always surges in my heart. Perhaps, only when the true dawn of light arrives in the desert, will this almost endless sorrow be truly relieved.

"Many people believe that boxing is a force of resistance, the last cry of innocent people enslaved under heavy burdens." Rigor sighed.

"Brad, I'm not surprised you want to know the origins of boxing."

"But in fact, the answer to this question is not as exciting as everyone guesses." The voice of the great elder Rigor was particularly clear in the silent night.

"The boxing technique originated from one man's experiment. Unlike his companions in the alliance, that man was not an innocent person who was enslaved. In fact... In short, the origin of the boxing technique is inextricably linked to that man." Having said this, the short elder buried his body deeply in the rocking chair, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face.

He knew boxing and learned boxing, and before everything happened, the name he used was not even 'Rigor', the name that accompanied him for nearly a hundred years.

"I can't tell you who that person is yet. But you must remember this: no matter who created this fist technique, it now empowers countless enslaved innocents to rise up in resistance. It's a candle that gives people hope."

"Besides that, power itself is like a steel sword made of metal. It doesn't have its own sense of good and evil, right and wrong."

"Only he who holds the sword decides what is good and what is evil."

Suddenly, Rigor looked at Brad calmly and seriously.

"Brad, my disciple, do you still remember why you threw your fist in the first place?"

Brad was silent for a moment.

He recalled himself in the arena, enveloped in pain and sorrow. He also recalled the first time he felt what it meant to "live like a human being" after joining the Free Fists. He recalled the first time he truly protected his companions, not just letting them survive a fight.

The companions he lost in the past made Brad feel a deep sense of sadness and courage, and the memories of his mother in his childhood and the friendship between his former brothers and sisters made him realize the friendship that flows between people, the sincere emotion called "love".

The two blended together without conflict, and a state of mind that was previously difficult to grasp enveloped Brad.

"I want to survive. I want more of my companions to survive, to live with dignity, not to be thrown to wild beasts as playthings! Not to kill each other for people's entertainment!"

Brad's voice grew louder and louder, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Yes, no matter what Hayden in the past or Hunter now knew, no matter whether the origin of boxing hides a dark past, it has nothing to do with the present self.

What he wanted to do, no, what he had been doing from the beginning to the end, was to clench his fists and guard his companions who gathered around him and fought together.

Then, all those bloodthirsty monsters that oppress all living beings must be eliminated without leaving a single one alive!

The rising 'qi' flowed around this high-spirited man, and the shadow of a falcon with its wings spread out emerged particularly clearly from behind Brad.

It is an iron eagle pursuing freedom, and also an indestructible steel falcon. Its wings are both the wings that harness the wind in pursuit of freedom, and the immovable steel wings that protect its companions.

Seeing this scene, Rigor showed his sincere relief, and then he suddenly looked at Ivan who was watching this scene quietly beside him.

"What about you? My youngest disciple, what do you think about this matter?"

"Me..." Alvin pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and smiled.

"Boxing is very interesting. I like it very much."

"That's enough."

Rigor seemed to sense something from that smile, and couldn't help showing a look of surprise, and then he actually clapped his hands happily.

The short old man seemed to be amused by the answer, or perhaps he got unexpected joy from it. His wrinkled face was squeezed into a smile, and his body moved back and forth like a naughty child.

"Well, you are an amazing little fellow. No wonder you can grasp the true meaning of boxing faster than my silly senior disciple."

"You must be eager to try it now. Why..."

As he spoke, the Great Elder Rigor suddenly stopped all his movements, stared at Ivan with a burning gaze, and then slowly uttered the following words.

"Fighting·Qi·Steel·Clothes!"

what?

Brad looked at Ivan in surprise. He always knew that his youngest fellow apprentice had a talent far beyond ordinary people's imagination. He could master 80% of any boxing style just by watching it once. If he practiced it himself, 99% of it would be learned by this guy.

The talent of the junior brother is incredible. As long as he understands the boxing structure, he doesn't even need to explore the more critical breathing method. He can figure out a move that is more powerful than the original boxing.

But the fighting steel armor is a power that even fighters who have practiced boxing for decades have not truly mastered.

He, learned it?

Learned it without undergoing the relevant ceremony?

For a moment, Brad felt as if he were dreaming, and subconsciously raised his hand and tugged at his cheek. Then, the pain in his cheek made him realize that the scene before him was actually happening in reality.

Even so, Brad still felt like he was in a dream. It couldn't be, it couldn't be that reality was even stranger than dreams... right?

What happened next made this tall, middle-aged man suddenly realize that in this real world full of miracles, he was nothing more than an ignorant and stupid child.

A faint golden aura ignited from the young black-haired junior brother.

The flame has an illusory feeling, but it is a real thing.

Brad knew that this was the Fist Fighter's 'Chi', which had been stimulated to the extreme, beginning to interfere with the reality outside of his body. It was also the Fist Fighter's exploration of the most basic foundation of the Qi Armor.

The light golden flame continued to rise, gradually turning into a translucent shadow and began to separate from Ivan's body.

Brad's mouth grew wider and wider. The performance of his junior brother in front of him could no longer be summarized by the phrase "he has figured out the basics of the 'Fighting Steel Armor'".

He is condensing his own 'Steel Armor Void Form'...

Although there is still some distance to go before becoming a true fighting steel armor, it is definitely not something a beginner can do.

Perhaps this is not easy to understand. Let me give you the most direct example. Brad himself was awakened by his teacher's stern questioning just now, and thus clearly realized the true meaning of boxing for the first time.

Afterwards, his own realm naturally improved. Similarly, the progress of cultivating the 'Fighting Qi Steel Armor' also increased.

The level reached from this point is the 'Steel Armor Hollow Form'...

Even Brad, who was broad-minded, couldn't help but feel a little envious at this moment. Indistinctly, he also had a subtle sense of frustration that he had been living like a lizard for the past thirty years.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

The steel-clad phantom that he had just summoned was about two meters long. Even if the blue falcon spread its wings, its total wingspan would not exceed ten meters, probably around 7 to 8 meters.

But right now, the pale golden shadow emerging from Junior Brother's body was almost ten meters tall...

No, that would expose the teacher's residence.

Brad was anxious to do something, but he was also worried about affecting his junior apprentice's understanding. Fortunately, at this time, the elder Rigor made a move.

The short old man simply waved his hand, and wisps of mist appeared in the air around him. The speed at which the mist increased was so exaggerated that soon the entire nearby block was shrouded in a light mist.

Moreover, the fog became thicker the deeper one went, and in the central area it was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

But inside the courtyard, even the moonlight from the sky can easily fall.

Brad breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his attention back to Ivan who was really performing the 'Fighting Steel Suit', and then he was dumbfounded.

A huge human-shaped shadow, more than ten meters tall, half-knelt behind the black-haired boy in a powerful posture. The shadow looked like a knight in armor, with a layer of light golden aura surrounding him.