Star Forge Titan

Brad was completely speechless about this.

The Steel Suit Void is the embodiment of a strong inner reflection within each person, and what on earth was his junior fellow apprentice thinking when he was constructing the Steel Suit Void? How could he have created a fully-armored steel giant?

Unlike Brad, who had a toothache expression on his face and a big question mark almost popping out of his head, maybe it was the other way around.

Ivan wasn't surprised by his own steel armor's ethereal appearance. Wasn't that the same look as the Golden Knight Disgulan? Practicing the Steel God Forging Meditation, seeing that powerful and beautiful weapon every day brought a certain nostalgia. He missed the liberating feeling of being a giant steel god.

Of course, he didn't know that the official name of the thing behind him was Steel Armor Hollow.

But he knew what a super spiritual double body was, what soul armor was, and what the fusion of body and soul was!

All of these are exclusive characteristics that only fourth-level transcendents are qualified to obtain. They are the complete awakening of soul energy, and truly seeing one's true self, understanding the deepest desires of the heart, realizing the root of the desire, and so on and so forth...

Only after completing a series of spiritual practices that are the most mysterious, fully practicing the thorny path of the Fire Sword, reaching the end of this spiritual and mental path, and mustering up all the courage and strength to truly cross it, can one liberate the ultimate spiritual power that belongs only to the individual! ! !

At this point, Alvin's so-called 'Fighting Steel Armor' gradually became fuzzy.

It’s incredible, it’s really an incredible technology.

Chapter 80: The Secret of Boxing

Tonight, under the bright moonlight, a deep blue light flickered between the boy's eyebrows.

It was an extraordinary crystalline tissue born from flesh and blood, something that should only appear in fourth-order powerhouses. It was an adaptive evolution of the body caused by the extremely high concentration of magical energy.

Any genius who achieves this before being promoted to the fourth level and meets several other conditions will be given the honorific title of Seed of Perfection, symbolizing the ultimate talent that is most likely to become a Perfectionist.

At the same time, the pale golden giant shadow that appeared behind Ivan, even in a half-kneeling position, still had an astonishing height that made people look up and hold their breath.

The two figures, one in front and one behind, echoed each other, revealing a strong and unreal pressure like a dream. It felt like a mortal standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at the towering peak that pierced the clouds. The sense of existence was so strong that it was almost unreal.

"Master, I understand."

Ivan closed his eyes, then raised his hand to salute the Great Elder Rigor, and the tall golden knight figure behind him also raised his hand and made the same gesture.

Throughout the entire process, the two maintained completely synchronized movements, just like a person and his own shadow.

In fact, Alvin's mood is far from as calm as he appears.

At the moment when he was shaping the virtual form of the steel armor, the extremely tall and gorgeous figure of the golden knight Disgulan, which was outlined by the Steel God through meditation in his mind, suddenly became extremely detailed.

At the same time, the remaining core structure of the Giant God Soldier, which had compressed itself into a mechanical egg in the lepton space, trembled slightly, and an incomplete information was transmitted to Ivan's consciousness.

[Incomplete... detected]

The information stops abruptly, but this is enough to explain a lot!

Restraining the excitement in his heart, Alvin immersed all his mind in the process of shaping the phantom of the steel armor.

Then he sensed something deep within the waterless sea of ​​dust in the silent desert, surging like a mighty river. The force seemed bounded by a fixed "river channel," yet it never ceased, like the water cycle in nature, which had been going on for countless years.

But that was no ordinary groundwater. His perception of stepping into the perfect realm allowed him to clearly understand what those rushing things were.

That's... magic!

It was as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, and Ivan shuddered suddenly. His eyes, which had just been closed, opened again, and a bright dark golden light flashed by, then returned to normal.

Behind him, the huge shadow of the golden knight Disgulan also turned into a dense golden light particle, gradually drifting away in the slightly chilly night breeze of the desert.

"Do you understand?" Master Rigol's expression was more serious than ever, but his eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement and shock.

"Yeah." Suppressing the chaotic doubts and guesses in his heart, Alvin nodded slowly, and his expression also became serious.

He took a deep breath and then said something that almost made Brad shout out.

"The breathing method is fake, right?"

What shocked Brad even more, to the point that his eyes almost popped out, was the reaction of his master Rigor after hearing these words.

Clap, clap, clap, Rigor clapped his hands happily while sitting in his chair.

This old man, who had been studying boxing all his life, did not get angry when he heard these words that could almost be considered an insult to the dignity of boxing. Instead, he jumped up from the recliner with his hands and feet dancing, floating in the air and spinning back and forth happily.

"Incredible! Young people are truly incredible."

What does this mean? Is this true? Then what exactly have I learned all these years?

Brad couldn't help but look down at his calloused hands, which were the result of decades of hard boxing training.

These hands are even more weathered than those of an old farmer who has been working in the fields all year round. The dense scars and calluses are like the medals on the chest of a meritorious soldier, covering every corner of these hands without any blind spots.

But, but are these also unnecessary things?

Brad, in a state of doubt about life...

"Well, if you say it's all fake, that's definitely not right." Ivan then said something that made Brad even more confused.

"To put it in a rather inappropriate way, that thing is actually similar to the crutch that Master is leaning on."

"Go on." Rigor blinked like a mischievous boy, and used the cane in his hand as a wooden sword, casually drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Ivan was stunned for a moment. He actually saw the boxing technique from that casual swing!

Is this the realm of a master? It's truly incredible.

"Don't look at it. Even if you're a genius, you'll still have to practice for another ten days or half a month... Well, in short, you need to practice more to achieve something like this."

Rigor glared at Ivan, who was staring at the crutch in his hand, and said in a pretentious tone.

However, his words paused subtly on a subtle adjective.

Brad, whose worldview was almost shattered by Ivan's outrageous remarks, was now more and more convinced that he must be in a dream rather than reality.

The Nine Pillar Gods, that is the realm of the 'master', which is to integrate all aspects of boxing into all aspects of life. At first glance, he looks like a mortal, but he is a master of boxing who can burst out with a shocking blow at any time.

"The breathing method may not be completely true, but the power of the boxing configuration is real. Therefore, there must be some deeper reason behind this." Ivan's voice was neither hurried nor slow, revealing a persuasiveness that made people believe it without a doubt.

"So, I believe that breathing techniques are actually a crutch, a crutch that allows boxers to control the magic power in their bodies."

"Using breathing, an act that can be controlled by one's subjective consciousness, one attempts to manipulate the magical energy within the body, which is not easily mobilized. This can then further influence the boxer's own body to change, even spreading it around the body, thereby interfering with and affecting the magical energy and physical objects in the external environment."

"Also, any emotional fluctuations beyond a certain threshold will also have an impact on one's own magic power."

"Thus, when a martial artist realizes the ultimate emotion, he will release the crutch of 'breathing' and then perceive the true meaning of martial arts more clearly than ever before."

"The true meaning of boxing lies deep within the human heart, between love and sorrow." Rigor suddenly spoke.

This made Alvin look as if he had expected it.

"The only way is to find the point between the two that can maintain a relative balance..." Having said this, the black-haired boy stopped talking and looked at his teacher.

An expression of great relief appeared on the latter's face, and then he slowly uttered a conclusion following his words.

"Only with a calm heart can one strike a fist of fire."

Chapter 81: Holy Fist 1

Different paths lead to the same destination...

After experiencing what the fighting steel armor was, Alvin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If you want to further increase the power of your boxing, you actually need to use your soul power to strengthen yourself.

As for the complete version of the fighting spirit armor, according to Ivan's own speculation, it might even be necessary to summon a super spiritual double and then transform it into soul armor, thereby entering a special form similar to the strongest state of a fourth-level transcendent - the body and soul fusion mode.

The defensive power of soul armor far exceeds that of ordinary magic, and it can also exponentially enhance and amplify the user's other extraordinary powers. Considering the power of complete soul ability and the high priority of soul power itself over most ordinary magic.

The gap between a true fourth-level transcendent and an ordinary lower-level transcendent cannot be made up by numbers. It is a huge difference that is essentially unattainable.

Therefore, after using the fighting spirit steel armor to break through the bottleneck of the body's limited carrying capacity, boxers can surpass the limit to increase the power of their boxing and give full play to it.

Obviously, it is not much inferior to a true fourth-level strongman. No wonder the Fist of Freedom has not been completely wiped out by the Witch Kings for so many years. Is it because of such a trump card?

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but look at the extremely old body of Elder Rigor.

If the Dou Qi Steel Armor technology had not been perfected, then the elder's current appearance might be the price he had to pay for using that kind of power.

"It seems like it's time." Rigor took a deep breath and walked in front of Ivan as if floating.

Out of respect, Alvin took the initiative to bend down and sit cross-legged on the ground, looking at the standing elder at eye level.

He saw extreme seriousness and solemnity on the aging faces around him.

"My disciple, are you willing to fight for the freedom of the peoples of the desert?"

Rigor asked an ordinary question in a voice that was more serious than ever before, and Brad, who was witnessing this scene behind him, subconsciously stood up straight.

Somehow, he suddenly realized that he was about to witness the scene that the Fist of Freedom had been waiting for decades.

"For the freedom of all people?" Alvin did not give his answer immediately.

Yes, he could have nodded casually. But would that have meant anything?

In front of an elder like Elder Rigor who has lived for countless years, any false answer is meaningless. The other party can easily see through the young man's true thoughts.

In addition, although he had only joined the Free Fist for a few days and used a fake identity, Alvin saw the undisguised idealism in Brad, Gaoshan and other members of the alliance.

The light was so dazzling and so pure. This group of people truly hoped that no one would be enslaved or oppressed in the Silent Desert anymore.

Alvin couldn't deceive such a person with false words.

It's not just a matter of morality and shame, the pride in his heart doesn't allow him to do this!

To put it bluntly, you've traveled to another world, yet you're still living such a low life. Don't you care about your dignity? Forget it if you die!

Alvin closed his eyes, and as his vision fell into darkness, he could see some things more clearly.

He saw clearly what was in his heart.

Hasn't it been decided long ago?

As a stranger in a foreign land, I have a second life and I want to do the right thing according to my heart.

Am I outraged by the innocent blood I have seen shed? Am I overcome by the rumours of tragedy that have reached my ears? Am I enraged by the corruption and tyranny of the Witch-King?

The water that should have been a gift from nature to the people of the desert was brutally snatched away by humans. The lives that should have belonged to the people themselves were ruthlessly extracted as taxes.

A few greedy nobles actually ride on the vast majority of the people and act tyrannically, claiming that they are the majority. Little do they know that those things do not belong to them at all, not to the greedy nobles, and certainly not to the crazy Witch King!

So the answers to these questions—

Yes! Yes! Yes!!!

Both of my hearts are beating with righteous anger at this moment!

For a split second, a golden light shone behind Ivan once again, and the giant golden knight's silhouette reappeared. Although it was only a brief blink, its form was even more solid than before.

Then, Alvin opened his eyes and slowly uttered a word.

"It may be difficult for me to take care of all the freedom of the people, because it requires the joint efforts of all the fighters of the alliance and the people themselves."

The Great Elder remained calm, but Brad's breathing could not help but stagnate. Then, they heard the black-haired boy in front of them continue to speak:

"But the Witch King's evil deeds must be punished!"

Hearing this, a relieved smile finally appeared on the old face of the Great Elder Rigor.

"Then I will teach you the true Storm Fighting Holy Fist!"

Rigor's short body seemed to become particularly tall at this moment.

He raised a hand, a hand with withered, wrinkled skin and extremely thin.

The five equally thin fingers were stretched out one after another, the veins on Rigor's forehead bulged, and all the muscles in his body began to be exhausted. A dull heartbeat sound like a heavy hammer hitting a drum could be heard faintly in the air!

Then, clench your five fingers!

It was just such a simple action, but it made Rigor gasp violently immediately after completing it. He even let out a series of violent coughs as if he was going to vomit out his heart and lungs.

Ivan, who witnessed all this, suddenly widened his eyes and stood up from the ground. His clothes and black hair moved without wind, as if he had witnessed some incredible scene.

On the other side, Brad hurried forward and patted his master's back. Rigor coughed for a long time and finally recovered. He looked at the dazed Ivan with eager eyes.

"What do you see?"

Hearing this question, Brad's expression turned into one of shame.

He had seen his master's movements just now once before, but even though he tried his best to sense them, he didn't notice anything.

Seeing his own performance, although Master Rigor did not blame him, he sighed for a long time in private, and his eyes looked extremely disappointed and lonely.

What did I see?

Alvin only felt that the voice coming from his ears was particularly ethereal, and the scene he had just seen kept replaying in his mind.