Star Forge Titan

On the final day, the final ten-man roster will be announced.

The ten boxers who received the notice will all gather in the square in front of the Shaye Palace to be personally inspected by the Witch King himself. Meanwhile, the first match of the finals will also begin today.

"Junior brother, you still don't want to leave?" Brad looked at Ivan with a serious expression.

"Brother, I am already a boxer." The black-haired boy who officially joined the Free Fist smiled coolly.

At this moment, he removed all the disguises on his body and showed his true face to his senior brother Brad and master Rigor.

Both of them acted calmly, having noticed this before. Brad relied on his extensive experience in disguise, as he often disguised himself to sneak into the city-state ruled by the Witch King. And the Great Elder Rigol could tell the difference between his young disciple and ordinary people just by listening.

So, they just smiled and accepted Alvin's true appearance.

"For the sake of the future, it's acceptable to endure some temporary depression." Brad shook his head helplessly.

"Don't worry, senior brother." Faced with his senior brother's fussy style, which was completely different from his usual heroic style, Alvin felt a little helpless, but he also understood very well.

At this moment, a circle of seemingly simple blood-colored lines is being carved on Brother Brad's chest. It is a ritual tattoo drawn with a special technique, and it is also the last link that needs to be activated in the Heavenly Essence Return Ceremony. The other pre-ritual steps have been completed in advance.

In other words, as long as Brad activates the crimson magic tattoo on his body, he can instantly transform all the vitality in his body into magic. Once the resonance and transformation with the earth magic are completed, he will become the Sky-Breaking Fist with only a quarter of an hour left to live, a sharp edge that even the Witch King dares not face.

Ivan couldn't stop Brad's decision, and he also knew that he couldn't make the decision for his senior brother.

Don't advise others to do good unless you have experienced their suffering. Although Brad's past was not fully disclosed, Ivan also knew some of it from others.

The mother who brought Brad the only warmth in his childhood died in the gladiatorial game of the Witch King Hopt. His fellow apprentices who were once like real brothers and sisters all died in the bloody seven-day killing operation jointly launched by the Witch King.

Over the past decade, countless comrades have sacrificed their lives in the struggle.

Justice and personal grudges are mixed together to the point where they cannot be distinguished. Such a great awareness of being willing to sacrifice one's life cannot be persuaded by just a few simple words.

But what Ivan said next made Brad fall into silence.

"Fighters are immortal."

"..." Countless companions and even fellow disciples who had sacrificed their lives appeared before his eyes, and Brad's eyes became slightly moist.

My brothers and sisters have died, but the alliance has not been broken! But I am still alive! There are still many young people who are still alive and still choose to fight!

This man, whose body and mind have been tempered to an extremely strong state by suffering, now raised his head to look at the sky, letting a barely noticeable tear slide from the corner of his eye.

The dry and hot environment of the desert caused the trace of water to evaporate quickly. When Brad lowered his head again, only the burning will to fight remained in his eyes.

"That's right, fighters are immortal!"

"Fighters are immortal." The same words were heard from all around, and four other Alliance Fist Fighters wearing white hooded cloaks walked to Brad one after another.

They clenched their fists and pounded their chests over their hearts, saluting Brad, the de facto leader of the alliance, with great solemnity.

I don’t know whether it was fortunate or regrettable, but Alvin did not see the shadow of Gaoshan. Obviously, the orc warrior who also chose to resist hopelessly did not enter the finals.

As for the four fist fighters in front of him, none of them had any intention of revealing their names. The fighters who were ready to sacrifice themselves had already left everything, including their own names, behind.

If the foundation of the 'Return of the Celestial Essence' ritual did not require at least mastery of the Steel Armor Void Form, I think they would have accepted this mortal ritual without hesitation and chosen to become the Sky-Breaking Fist that could deliver a fatal blow to the Witch King, even if it was a Sky-Breaking Fist with only 900 seconds to live!

No matter what conspiracy the Witch King has, today is the day to assassinate him!

With his hood pulled up to conceal his expression, the Fist Fighter abandoned everything and walked on the central avenue leading to the Witch King's palace. The nobles' gorgeous carriages did not dare to approach these six walkers.

On both sides of the street, countless silent civilians stared at the six fighters wearing white hooded cloaks with complicated and excited eyes.

They were not even allowed to cheer, as doing so could result in the city guards dragging them away, beating them, and extorting them. Standing beside the crowd were these heavily armed, menacing-looking soldiers of the Witch King.

The soldiers even held sharp metal weapons that ordinary civilians were not allowed to obtain, which could easily cut off people's arms, legs and feet, taking their lives as quickly as a beast devouring flesh and blood.

But even so, when the fighters walked silently to the square in front of the palace area.

Suddenly, a childish shout came from deep within the crowd.

"Come on, Fist of Freedom!"

"Victory, we must win it!"

"Fighter! Don't lose to those damn slave owners!"

……

Shouts continued to ring out one after another, the sound even carrying a heart-wrenching intensity, and it was not just one person's shouts, but the shouts of tens of thousands of people at the same time.

The city guards, who had been so aggressive originally, were now a little flustered. The angry and excited faces were so close to them, but they did not dare to wave their weapons to disperse them as usual.

Alvin watched all this silently, feeling as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

A feeling I had never experienced before enveloped my soul.

He saw the light, an extremely dazzling light!

Chapter 118: Unexpected Person

The crowd's cheers didn't last long in the end. Not far away, a gaze suddenly came from afar and cast its gaze towards the bustling square.

Immediately, an invisible pressure blew across the wheat field like a long wind, making the originally noisy scene suddenly quiet.

The fourth level who masters the secret ritual is indeed not to be underestimated. He is even more powerful than an ordinary crown wearer.

Of course, Alvin knew this very well.

But he finally made it to the finals. There were always some things that needed to be figured out, and some accounts that needed to be settled.

Not far away, several other boxers who entered the finals took their positions, including the half-blood orc with a lion's head.

The guy who called himself Jerome had a very gloomy expression at the moment. It seemed that he had recently suffered some very annoying setbacks, so that he no longer had the heroic spirit to move forward.

At this moment, Jerome looked more like a jackal with a ferocious look on his face than a lion walking upright. His whole temperament had changed. He was nine points less dignified and upright, and twelve points more brutal and tyrannical.

Among the remaining three, the most famous is naturally the Hound General Hunter Hader, who was once Hayden, the apprentice of Master Rigor.

The thick black mask completely obscured Hunter's expression, and the black robe covering his body also looked particularly oppressive, with the outline of armor-like robes faintly visible underneath.

Without paying attention to the other boxing fighters who entered the finals, Hunter just glanced at Brad lightly, and then said no more. But after a long silence, he suddenly let out a short but malicious low sneer, as if he was still mocking the choice of his former junior brother.

There was another person in the finals whom Ivan didn't recognize. He was wearing a suit of light half-body armor and looked very capable. It was unknown which faction or style of boxing he practiced. But judging by the magic power flowing around him, he was also a boxer who should not be underestimated.

The last of the ten finalists surprised Alvin very much. It was Gao Shan’s new apprentice Lucas.

How the hell did this young man make it to the finals? I had never heard of this before!

Wait, according to the ridiculous rules of the final round of the trials, if a person is lucky enough, then it is indeed possible for him to enter the finals without relying on solid results, but will that really happen?

At the same time, the host also introduced the lucky contestant. From the host's introduction, Ivan heard the reason for the matter.

Lucas indeed didn't make it past the final round of the trials. He was even one of the first 'unlucky guys' to be knocked unconscious and knocked down by his opponents in the melee. However, the subsequent battle on the ring was so brutal that it exceeded the expectations of the organizers.

People kept falling like wheat before a sickle. The melee of a hundred people did not last long. Finally, two tenacious boxers punched each other in the cheek at the same time, knocking down their opponents with an extremely standard cross-face punch. The two men fell backwards at the same time and very happily.

However, when the last two boxers were unable to get up, it was Lucas who was knocked unconscious by his opponent first and slowly woke up.

The young man staggered out of the crowd, and then, with a confused look on his face, the surprised and excited host grabbed his right hand and raised it high, announcing him as the final winner of the game.

What surprised Ivan was that even if Lucas was extremely lucky, with his master Gao Shan by his side, he would definitely persuade him to give up instead of actually participating in this final that was shrouded in conspiracy.

Then there is only one possibility left, that the vast majority of contestants use pseudonyms.

So, Lucas never told anyone about this before, and he deliberately hid the fact that he had entered the finals.

But what is this for?

At this moment, the young man who walked out of Oasis Farm did not pay attention to the host's lengthy introduction of the contestants, which was like a poem. He just looked at Hunter Hader silently, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

I have to find a way to make him leave as soon as possible. This was the first thought that came to Ivan's mind, but before the black-haired boy could react, a loud shout came from not far away.

"The Witch King has arrived!" The ceremonial officer shouted sharply, and the narration attracted everyone's attention.

Not far away, a luxurious sedan chair was slowly approaching the square.

In front and behind the exaggerated and gorgeous sedan chair, there was a huge queue of more than a thousand people. Young maids in the front row led the way and kept sprinkling flower petals and clean water on both sides of the road.

This extravagant behavior is simply throwing gold away. No, in the silent desert where there is a severe lack of fresh water resources, clean water is more precious than gold.

The team in front of them, simply because the Witch King did not want to see the dust flying, casually splashed clean water, which was much more precious than gold, on the ground.

The people on the street had no intention of saying anything about this, because they had seen too many scenes like this and were no longer shocked by the Witch King's extravagance.

In a sense, this is also a very sad thing.

The specifications of the sedan chair were extremely exaggerated. It did not look like a sedan chair lifted by human power at all. Instead, it looked more like a small palace that was lifted up and moved slowly.

No matter how small the mobile palace is, it is still extremely large compared to a normal sedan chair. It has three layers, and each layer is decorated with luxurious silk and various precious and luxurious jewels. The fragrant wood frame of the sedan chair itself is also carved with intricate reliefs narrating ancient myths.

There were more than thirty slaves responsible for bearing the heavy load, and among them were several special individuals whose bodies were unusually large.

These abnormal individuals, with thick chains wrapped around their bodies and various terrifying decorations, each have muscles developed to an abnormal degree. The bulging muscles make it almost impossible for others to see their necks and waists. The whole body looks like a square lump of muscle.

The faces of these slaves are completely covered by a wooden mask in the style of the desert Ennead Gods faith. The masks are made to imitate wild beasts and apostles of gods, making it impossible to see the true appearance of these special slaves. Instead, they highlight a mysterious meaning.

The long line passed through the complicated roads of the Shaye Palace and went straight to the stands in the center of the square.

The sedan chair was surrounded by wide pillars that supported a huge dome that looked like a pavilion. All around it were draped layers of emerald green gauze, interspersed with several brightly colored and more expensive silk curtains, completely blocking everyone's curious gaze.

Through the layers of gauze and silk, even the excellent eyesight of extraordinary people could hardly see the scene inside the sedan chair.

But Alvin suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

Could it be that……

Chapter 119: Strange Encounter

"It's a really bizarre situation."

After confirming certain things, Alvin shook his head and said nothing more. This bizarre coincidence could be a trick of probability or a deliberate conspiracy.

But that has nothing to do with him now. Although it sounds unbelievable, there is a glimmer of hope that the boxer's century-old wish will be realized today.

So, what we need to do is to try our best to leave no regrets and ensure that the correct thing is implemented.

Well, if all goes well, love and peace can also be implemented.

Finally, don't let Brad, the unexpectedly fussy senior brother, die so easily. Such a sharp-edged and passionate young man or middle-aged man is a rare species.

The long and boring official speech, like a foot binding, finally ended. The noble in charge of etiquette respectfully held up a clay pot with a gold-plated surface and intricate patterns engraved on it. Then, he bent over with utmost humility and knelt in front of the Witch King's huge sedan chair that looked like a palace. He then knelt down for a few steps on his knees before raising the clay pot high above his head.

Rather than acting like a human being, he behaved more like a table or chair devoid of dignity, used only to hold utensils.

But both the Witch King and the nobles themselves were accustomed to this. The layers of veil and silk that covered the body were pulled apart from the inside, and a green vine snaked out.

Like a venomous green snake, the vines flexibly reached into the pottery jar. After a little groping, they quickly coiled around and took out two round gold plates, each of which was inlaid with different numerical symbols using gem fragments.

"The first round of the boxing match, number 9 versus number 7." The ceremonial officer immediately announced the result of the draw loudly.

People's eyes quickly turned to contestant No. 9 and his opponent No. 7.

Ivan rubbed his finger over the number plate he'd just been given. It had a straight '1' inlaid with ruby ​​shards. He immediately frowned, for Contestant #9 was none other than Lucas, the lucky winner who'd unexpectedly made it to the finals. From the nearby grandstands, which housed the nobility and wealthy, a variety of mocking jeers began to emanate.

As early as when the host read out Lucas's selection experience, these extremely bored guys laughed at him without any concealment, which really made people want to smash a destructive white lightsaber in their faces.

Although Lucas was not a regular boxing fighter, the young man still signed up for the competition with his master Gao Shan without hesitation, even though he knew that they were just bait to attract the attention of the Witch King's army.

And these unconscious flatterers, who claim to be superior nobles, behave like slaves of the lowest level in front of the Witch King.

Is this the kind of person who is worthy of mocking the Freedom Fists members who risked their lives to participate in a boxing match?

The fist had been clenched without me noticing!

Lucas looked very nervous when his number was called, but he finally took a deep breath and stepped towards the ring.

The finals arena was neither gorgeous nor exquisite, but rather filled with a wild and desert atmosphere that was unique to the silent desert area.

It was a ten-meter-deep pit dug downwards, with a diameter of more than fifty meters. It looked larger than a regular basketball court. The overall shape was a regular circle, and the edges were filled with various weapons, emitting an extremely heavy and bloody smell.

"We have to stop him." Brad said anxiously:

"Only the contestant himself can call for a withdrawal." Ivan shook his head, and at the same time, he bent his legs slightly and naturally, getting into a state where he could rush forward at any time.

"Then why didn't he shout...forfeit...?" Brad's voice gradually became softer, and it was obvious that he had realized the answer to this question.

"Because he also wants to be a fighter, a fighter who devotes all his efforts to the cause of resistance." Ivan whispered:

"No, that young man is already a fighter now, a brave and fearless fighter." Another fighter who chose to remain anonymous couldn't help but mutter to himself:

In reality, the mission of everyone present was to attract attention and delay. Fearing the Witch King would discover their plans, any sabotage of the blood tax extraction device was only in the preparatory stages; the actual destruction would take place today.

At least eighty percent of the blood tax extraction devices must be destroyed before the Freedom Fist's companions on the outside will send a signal to notify the fighters carrying out the assassination mission that the time has come.

Although Lucas didn't know the full picture of the plan, he at least knew that these were the things he was going to do, so he resolutely chose to step into the ring and into the terrifying pit that was about to swallow up lives.