Star Forge Titan

Ding!

A clanging metallic vibration sound was heard.

"What!" Alonso Quijano exclaimed in disbelief.

Not far in front of him, an arm covered with black crystalline scales grasped the charging lance from the front, which was falling with the strong wind and gravity!

The powerful impact contained in it was like a drop in the ocean, not showing up on him at all, only the ground beneath his feet was evenly cracked into fine pieces.

"The idea of ​​combining the power of boxing configuration with equipment is good. Now it's mine." Ivan's voice came from behind the crystal mask that covered the left half of his face. The mask looked like a small part of an incomplete dragon-head helmet, but just this small part revealed twelve points of majesty and almost tyrannical oppression.

At this moment, the black-haired boy's arms and half of his body were covered with a layer of incomplete armor made of black crystal dragon scales, similar to the shape of an evil dragon.

Compared with the last sudden inspiration attempt, the modified version of Flowing Stone Fist used by Alvin now is more complete and reasonable.

After fusing with the Void Scale Armor, the original boxing configuration of the Flowing Stone Fist was changed beyond recognition, so that the name of the configuration "Hard Rock" was no longer applicable.

Considering the overall dragon scale appearance and crystalline rock nature of the skill fusion, I will temporarily call it—

——Ancient Dragon Rock Scales!

Not only for defense, the black crystalline dragon scales that were as crystal clear as diamonds and had an unimaginable hardness suddenly stood up outwards, and then, like a twilight forest blown by a strong wind, the tilted and slightly erected scales suddenly began to vibrate in unison at high speed!

The vibration of a single dragon scale produced an extremely sharp buzzing sound, but because the total number of dragon scales was so large, the multiple buzzing sounds began to combine with each other, and finally turned into a deafening surging sound wave like a tsunami.

"!"

Alonso, who faced the impact head-on, felt a sharp pain in his ears and his vision began to spin rapidly. His strong nerves, which were used to flying, felt a little dizzy, but the firm will of a boxer allowed him to grit his teeth and endure this wave of impact.

But the scene he saw next made Alonso feel that it would be better for him to faint.

The dragon scales on the outer layer of Ivan's forearm, which were transformed by the fusion of the power of the boxing configuration, entered a high-speed vibration state, and then began to rotate rapidly in the counterattack mode of the virtual scale steel armor.

The first thing to bear this force was Alonso's expensive, sturdy and rare metal lance.

The solid steel instantly emitted a large number of sparks, just like an aluminum alloy pipe being caught in a runaway metal cutting machine. The front half of the lance was directly broken by Ivan's hands. He didn't flatten it and deform it, but broke it directly!

It wasn't over yet. The black-haired boy casually stretched out his hand forward. Even if the broken metal lance was just brushed by his arm, a large amount of metal debris mixed with a lot of bright red sparks would burst out, and at the same time, a contact gap would be left as if it had been torn by a beast.

What kind of boxing is this!

What kind of boxing is this!? !

Alonso roared inwardly, and with a last ounce of his sanity, he released his lance and used all his strength to generate a gust of wind, hoping to blow himself back into the air. This was also the greatest advantage of his boxing style. Compared to the boxers fighting on the ground, the ability to fly in the sky was indeed only worthy of a superior person like the desert noble.

But before Alonso could regain his altitude, an invisible hand had already locked him firmly from all directions.

What!?!

Where does this power come from!?!

Of course, it is the force string that controls the gripping force transmitted through the air!

The more Alvin practiced the Lan Dou Sheng Fist, the more he felt the profoundness of this boxing technique that only had a structure but no moves.

After all, it is an ancient boxing system that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years and has been continuously evolving. The Lan Dou Sheng Quan's explanation and control of the essence of power, or in other words, the essence of "force", even gave him a new understanding of his own power attributes that have entered the realm of perfection.

After the power entered the perfect realm beyond thirty points, the extraordinary attribute talent originally born from it was also sublimated into [Perfect Power].

It describes "absolutely perfect power, the rage flowing within the soul can further amplify this power until it breaks through the quadrant." The so-called "soul rage further amplifies power" here doesn't simply rely on emotions to stimulate greater power than usual, but also allows the use of one's own magic power to actively enhance the power attribute.

Alvin even suspected that if he successfully advanced to the third level, he would be able to use soul power, which is more powerful than ordinary magic power, to enhance his strength attributes.

In other words, perfect muscles have surpassed the material limits of muscles and evolved into powerful sublimated tissues that can directly consume magic power and even soul power, and can even infuse one's own will into them!

In addition, the force string controls the long-distance transmission and control of "force".

At this moment, Alvin can not only use the muscles of his whole body combined with magic power to exert force, but also use the power of boxing configuration to gather all the power in a very small range through the air.

Come on, the power of boxing configuration - dominated by force strings!

The boxing technique was pushed to the extreme, and the violent original magic power was given the characteristics of "steel" by the meditation method, so it could flow steadily and quickly in the body in the boxing mode.

The configuration force generated from it gathered together, and Alvin only felt a warm and hot touch in his palm, as if he had grasped a flame, but it was not hot at all. The originally colorless and transparent configuration force was now transformed into a golden light visible to the naked eye.

The golden light gradually solidified, and the outline transformed into complex golden lines that looked like rising flames and rippling water. The inside of Ivan's palm was occupied by the glowing golden lines, and the palm of his hand was engraved with a spiraling circular abstract pattern. At first glance, it looked like a slowly rotating golden eye.

"Move! Flying Iron Configuration! Why aren't you moving!"

Alonso screamed incoherently, but the invisible force coming from all around him became stronger and stronger.

Dazzling golden arcs of electricity could be vaguely seen piercing the air and leaping back and forth, clearly outlining an ever-shrinking spherical force field.

Creaking. As the spherical electric force field continued to shrink, the metal armor gradually began to deform. The resulting harsh sound echoed throughout the venue, even drowning out Alfonso's own desperate screams.

At the same time, Alvin just stood there quietly, raised his right hand with a golden emblem on the palm, and made a fist towards the opponent in the distance.

It seemed that Alfonso and his expensive metal armor were about to be crushed into a cheap can of food that only the carnivorous bee-eating tribe outside the city would be interested in.

This clever young man, who came from an aristocratic family but was willing to practice boxing seriously, finally remembered something.

In a competition, you can surrender...

"Referee! Help! I give up! Lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose!!!"

Chapter 104 Young Girl Visitor

If we say that the previous battle between Alvin and the Shadow of Death was too sudden and not part of a regular competition, the news was only circulated among a small number of people.

This time, he defeated the popular boxer Alfonso in a fair fight, which quickly changed his reputation.

The resounding victory that completely crushed the opponent attracted a large number of supporters in just one game. Although they did not know Ivan's true identity, the pseudonym "Walker" that he randomly came up with became famous.

But for Alvin, none of that matters. On the contrary, because his reputation is too loud, the organizers may deliberately arrange more battles for him, delaying the time for the final ten to enter.

Fortunately, although today's game was short, it was not without gain.

In addition to learning a new idea from his opponent, Alvin also got the answer to the question he had been thinking about before.

Want to gain the ability to stand before the Witch King.

The answer is simple, that is promotion, promotion to the third-level transcendent!

Compared to the second-order, the third-order transcendents were fundamentally different. The reason why the countries of the Palladian world generally referred to transcendents below the third-order as inferior was because they had not truly awakened their soul power.

Indeed, every living thing has its own soul.

However, the souls of most beings are extremely weak in both purity and strength. Ultimately, the primordial soul is merely the result of the union of the body's primordial magic and self-awareness, a faint glimmer of life force reflected in the brain, a shadow of individual will. Many factors can influence the strength of this glimmer, including emotions, knowledge, and even memory.

But if one wants to fundamentally change, one still needs to rely on magic, which is a variety of tiny light particles flowing in the bodies of all things in the world.

Under normal circumstances, the original souls of ordinary creatures will completely transform into soul particles and dissipate into the surrounding environment within a very short time after leaving the body, recombining with the environmental magic until they are absorbed by life and give birth to new original souls, just like the water that circulates in nature.

Only a strong will that is determined to reach an extraordinary level can give rise to a truly tenacious soul power in the high-concentration magic environment artificially created in the body of an extraordinary person, and a soul power that has a higher priority than material interference than most natural magic.

Perhaps it was due to the time travel, or perhaps it was the genetic genes of an invincible and unreasonable higher being, but compared to most ordinary lives, Ivan's own soul power was so huge that it was almost overflowing without the need for cultivation.

This has been demonstrated in several previous battles, especially when the giant god form was forcibly activated.

Otherwise, relying solely on the characteristics of raw magic may not necessarily be able to withstand the soul power of other superior transcendents.

From this we can see that as long as one is promoted to the third level, or even as long as one awakens the power of the soul.

Then, relying on the unimaginably powerful soul power, even if it is just a preliminary awakening, facing the powerful Witch King, it is possible to make them bleed!

He recalled the golden light he had seen deep within the ruins of Herbert, the King of Sandworms. Although it was only a tiny projection of the true power of King Uranus's soul, the feeling it gave Ivan was extremely strong, so strong that he vaguely felt the bottleneck he was facing.

Unfortunately, despite constantly reflecting on and recalling that feeling, Ivan never found a way to break through the puzzle, nor could he truly master his own soul power. Clearly, he was missing some crucial understanding or element.

However, during the battle, in the direct collision of magic and magic, strength and strength, he seemed to vaguely feel a hint of elusive inspiration.

Perhaps, after experiencing a fierce enough battle, he would be able to truly break through that vague bottleneck and be promoted to a third-level transcendent who masters soul power.

However, the boxing championship has not yet entered the finals, and the strength of the players that Alvin can encounter is relatively limited, so the intensity of the battle is always limited to a not very high level.

Sigh, who will be the next enemy? Will it be strong enough to impact me?

Is it necessary to complete the foundation of the Great Mystery in order to awaken the soul power of the Titan bloodline?

Alvin sighed helplessly in his heart, but having said that, he was very clear about what to do next.

Practice boxing, temper yourself, until——

"Pa pa pa." A burst of applause suddenly rang in my ears.

Alvin turned his head in surprise, and at the same time secretly touched the lepton space and light-cast armor, allowing himself to enter the strongest mode at any time.

Because, with his perception now entering the realm of perfection, who on earth could be so close to him without being noticed?

Or was it because it was too ordinary and inconspicuous that I didn't notice it? That doesn't make sense...

Following the direction of the applause, Alvin saw an ordinary-looking blonde aristocratic girl wearing an indigo dress.

"I never imagined that there would be such a wonderful battle before the finals." The noble girl expressed her admiration expressionlessly.

Although her facial features are still, they give people a false feeling, which makes the overall beauty weakened and become inferior.

The strange contrast between the other party's words and expression also made Aiwen feel a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't explain what was going on.

"In the last round, it was like a proud falcon soaring in the desert sky, being devoured by a lone wolf leaping from the ground. It was an unexpectedly wonderful curtain call!" The girl spoke words of admiration to herself, then looked at Ivan and nodded slowly.

"In this case, I have been attracted by your boxing skills, and I will continue to support you in the future." As she said this, the unknown noble girl lifted her skirt slightly and performed a very simple etiquette towards Alvin.

If Ivan hadn't received relevant education in the virtual world of Palladia, he wouldn't have recognized this particularly ancient etiquette. Of course, he also had to thank the overly strict etiquette teacher that Linde had assigned to the player, the Giant Driver.

"Yes, is there anything you wish for, Your Excellency?" The noble girl bowed and then asked without warning:

"Well, a battle that's intense enough?" Alvin was thinking about who the other party was, so he didn't care too much and just said what he had just thought.

"How pure!" The noble girl exclaimed softly, and a sickly blush suddenly appeared on her originally expressionless face.

"I never thought that there would be such pure warriors in the desert." The girl took two steps forward. There seemed to be a flash of lightning between Ivan's eyebrows, and his sixth sense inexplicably felt a threat.

At the same time, he also noticed that the noble girl's eyes were unfocused, and she looked like a blind person or a sleepwalking patient.

No matter which one, it feels very wrong.

"Can you do it?" Ivan asked calmly.

"Of course." The noble girl answered naturally without any hesitation.

"There shouldn't be any way to deal with this kind of thing, right?" Alvin was a little puzzled, and at the same time, his guard was secretly increased.

However, until now he had not felt even the slightest bit of hostility from the other party. He was truly an unfathomable guy.

"It's just a small matter." The strange expression on the noble girl's face became more and more obvious. She raised her lifeless eyes, as if looking at Ivan, and as if looking through him at someone who no longer existed.

"Just a few little things."

“…” Alvin was silent.

"Young warriors, please give us an even more wonderful performance!"

After she finished speaking, the noble girl's figure suddenly flashed and disappeared on the spot like a bubble of mist on the lake.

Under the Witch King's absolute dictatorship, is there anyone who can exert such a great influence on him?

Looking at the mysteriously missing noble girl, the answer to the question emerged in Alvin's mind.

Even though it's a bit ridiculous, a bit illogical, and a bit illogical.

But when intuition told the young northern man.

This is the truth of the matter.

"Wow." Alvin let out a sigh.

There wasn't a trace of fear or tension in the black-haired boy's eyes; there was even an unconcealable smile on his face.

"It is really……"

"interesting!"

Chapter 105 New Thoughts

An unknown noble girl with a false face appeared silently and then disappeared mysteriously.

At this moment, Alvin confirmed at least one thing: under normal circumstances, the other party was stronger than himself.

If you can fight with the opponent, you can rely on the huge pressure generated when your life is threatened to force yourself to break through your limits with a certain probability, or even truly awaken your soul power.

So the problem arises: if you want to gain the ability to fight the Witch King head-on, you must find a way to break through the bottleneck and advance to the third level. And to advance to the third level, you need to fight with this unknown noble girl to gain enough pressure to break through.

So, who is she?