Star Forge Titan

Perhaps because he was too nervous, Lucas almost fell when he jumped into the pit ring, which made the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the stands burst into unconcealed laughter.

[Desert Curse] It's decided! When I get the signal, I must find an opportunity to throw a destructive white lightsaber over there!

Ivan secretly clenched his fists, and at the same time, Hound General Hunter Hader also jumped into the pit, with a wide black cloak rising behind him, like a crow spreading its wings, and the shadow it cast quickly swept across the rotten corpses that had lost their lives on the surface.

Also revealed was a complete set of dark purple full body armor.

The metal armor painted dark purple did not reflect any light even in the sunlight, like an all-consuming shadow, and was once again covered by the falling black cloak.

Lucas nervously assumed the core configuration of Flowing Stone Fist - Solid Rock. An anxious voice rang out from the crowd further out in the stands, but it was quickly drowned out by the even louder buzzing of other sounds.

Only the perceptive Alvin noticed this. He glanced at Gao Shan, who was standing in the crowd in the distance with an anxious look on his face, and confirmed again that Lucas had secretly run out to participate in the competition.

In the pit arena, Lucas's arms were already covered by the color of the rocks, but his opponent did not move at all. He just stood there quietly, staring silently at the farm boy twenty meters away from him.

"It's so similar..." A dry sound like the friction of rocks came from behind the mask worn by Hound General Hunter Hader.

"What? What!" Lucas was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

There were complaints from the surrounding stands, but Hunter Hader turned a deaf ear to them and instead asked Lucas strange questions.

"Is your uncle... okay?"

"Uncle...Uncle Owen is dead!" Lucas lowered his head and shouted loudly, holding back the tears in his eyes:

"Dead? Just as he said, a mediocre Oasis farmer will only die a mediocre death in the fields. Is that the happiness of a mediocre person? Ridiculous!" Hunter Hader said with disdain, but his tone inexplicably carried a hint of nostalgia.

"Shut up! Uncle Owen died a hero. He died protecting me at the hands of the ogre!"

Anger flashed in Lucas's eyes. He stared at the Hound General twenty meters away, as if he had confirmed something, but seemed unwilling to believe it.

Even though he had only been a member of the Free Fists for a few months, Lucas knew that the man before him, known as the Witch King Fang, possessed extremely advanced boxing skills and was also one of the culprits responsible for the deaths of many fighters in the Alliance.

That's why he didn't want to believe it, and he didn't want to confirm the thought that naturally arose from the depths of his heart when he first saw the other party step onto the ring.

"Who are you!?! Who on earth are you!?!" Lucas asked with all his might.

"Who am I? You should have guessed the answer long ago, right?" Hunter Hader sneered.

Looking at the passionate, sad, yet angry young man in front of him, he seemed to see himself more than ten years ago, the young boxer who was also passionate, sad, yet full of anger.

Ah, he was also fooled by the old man Rigor, deceived by the seemingly great creed, blinded by the seemingly real courage, and confused by the seemingly beautiful tomorrow, and ignored the reality that was as firm, cold and hard as the steel weapons in the hands of the Witch King's army, and could never be changed!

A twisted smile couldn't help but emerge from his heart, and Hunter Hader covered his mask and let out a series of hoarse laughs.

Then, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the Hound General under the First Witch King suddenly tore off the mask that concealed his appearance, revealing a face covered with scars but somewhat similar to Lucas.

"I am your father!" Hunter Hader shouted the cruel reality with a grin.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Chapter 120: Fist of Resistance

Cats have stress reactions, and humans naturally have stress reactions too.

Cats get furry when they're stressed, and people get crazy when they're stressed.

"No!!!!!!!!!!" Lucas shouted in disbelief.

Growing up, he believed his father was a hero, a rebel who fought against the oppression of the aristocratic farmers and fought for the rights of many fellow farmers with his fists. Later, he even joined the Freedom Fist, using his own strength and struggle to seek the welfare of more people.

Even though there had been no news for more than ten years and everyone said that he had died under the knife of the bloody seven days, in Lucas's heart, his father was still a hero, a great hero who stood tall and upright.

However, the father whom I thought was a hero now appeared before my eyes as a traitor. No, the truth was more terrifying and more difficult to accept than simple betrayal.

The hero who originally wielded the sword of resistance against the evil dragon actually became the dragon's minion, and his body was constantly stained with the blood of innocent people and other rebels.

Lucas couldn't accept this fact at all. His mind was blank, but his clenched fists, driven by the justice in his heart, unconsciously turned towards his biological father, towards the hero he once thought of...

Throw a punch!!!

Fist of Flowing Stone—Hard Rock!

The desert people's originally healthy wheat-colored skin immediately became covered with a layer of grayish-white granite color, combining the hardness of rock with the flexibility of skin. The armor constructed by the power of boxing configuration was as solid as a rock.

Fist of Flowing Stone——Rock Strike!

The fist wrapped in the rock skin was as heavy as a rolling stone. The moment it was swung out, it was like a cannonball, tearing through the air with a sharp and piercing whistle.

Lucas's punch was delivered without any hesitation or delay, and was as decisive and fierce as the desert people's trait of daring to love and hate!

Snapped.

The young man's fist was easily blocked by a palm covered with sharp gauntlets.

"Is this what Owen taught you? Is this what Free Fist taught you?" Hunter chuckled as he looked at his son, who was only a head shorter than him, but there was no trace of fatherly love in his words.

All that remains is a twisted mockery of emptiness and mockery.

"If that's all, I'm really disappointed..."

Before he could finish his words, he punched Lucas in the face.

The sharp gauntlet scratched a wound on the young man's face, and the heavy fist sent him stumbling backwards. This was even before Hunter used all his strength. Bright red blood gushed out of the wound, mouth, and nose, making Lucas look particularly disheveled.

But he did not shout forfeit, nor did he turn around and run away. Instead, he clenched his fists again and hit Hunter Hader hard.

"You are not my father!" Lucas' eyes were red, he was more angry than ever before, but his fists were more determined than ever before.

The punch hit Hunter's chest without dodging, but it didn't even leave a shallow scratch on his armor.

Immediately afterwards, Hunter laughed and swung his fist again, easily knocking Lucas to the ground.

The young man was covered in dust, but he immediately turned over and got up without hesitation, then swung his fist filled with intense anger at the infamous Hound General under the First Witch King for the third time!

"A meaningless act." Hunter didn't care about Lucas's fist at all, and just knocked the young man to the ground again and again.

"Pooh!" Lucas, dizzy and dazed, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

"My father's name is Hayden!"

The young desert man let out a cry that sounded like crying but more like roaring.

"He's a hero! A hero who defied the Witch-King!"

"He is not……"

His fists were firmer than ever, his eyes burning with rage. Lucas seemed to feel that something was being broken through by him. A strong 'qi' was burning violently in his body, and this burning was then directly manifested in his clenched fists!

"Not the Witch King's lackey!"

An unknown red aura burned on the young man's fist. This punch finally made Hunter choose not to resist but to quickly dodge to the side.

"Steel coat? How is that possible?" An unbelievable voice came from the Hound General's mouth.

Then, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger and intense jealousy.

"Hayden is dead!" A powerful punch sent Lucas flying ten meters away, and the young man was unable to get up.

Hunter strode forward, grabbed Lucas by the hair and lifted him halfway off the ground.

"That fool named Hayden died ten years ago! The one who's still standing here alive is Hunter Hader, the King's Hound!"

“…” Lucas’ mouth and nose were covered in blood, but his eyes showed no sign of weakness, and even a hint of disdain.

At this moment, he felt severe pain all over his body. The scene in front of him was blurry and he could only see bright shadows. His head was dizzy and he was about to lose consciousness, but his fists... his fists did not loosen!

Bang! The fist stained with Lucas's blood hit Hunter Hader's breastplate weakly, leaving a red fist mark stained with blood.

"My father is...a hero, he's not...you..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Hunter swung his fists madly and smashed half of Lucas' body into the ground.

Even so, when he came to his senses again, he still saw this stubborn young man clenching his fist tightly and slapping his face in a slow and unyielding movement.

The stunned Hunter didn't even dodge the blow, which was so slow that an ordinary person could dodge it.

Snapped.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a loud bang that made Hunter step back repeatedly with a look of despair on his face.

"Fool! Idiot! Idiot! You have all been fooled!" With his arms open, Hunter looked outside the pit ring with frantic eyes.

The Fist Fighters stood there with their fists clenched. How could they not want to rush in and stop Hunter's atrocities? But the signal that the plan was complete had not yet come, so they could not act without authorization. And the young man showed his determination with his actions.

If the fighters had chosen to intervene just now, it would not only be a disregard for the overall situation, but also an insult to young Lucas!

But Hunter couldn't understand the Fist Fighters' actions at all, which made him even more furious and he shouted:

"You have no idea where boxing comes from. You just blindly regard it as a weapon to resist the rule of the Witch King. Ha, how ridiculous!"

"The truth is, boxing belongs to the Witch King. It's a gift from the Witch King! And you are nothing but thieves who stole this power! Even the Grand Elder of the Free Fist, that guy named Rigor, was originally just a lowly slave under the Witch King!"

The shocking truth was shouted out from Hunter Hader's mouth, and a buzz of discussion immediately sounded in the surrounding stands.

Yes! That's it! Feel devastated by this truth! Just like I did back then!

Vicious thoughts swirled within the Hound General, but he saw that Brad's face remained as calm as ever. Even the other Fist Fighters remained remarkably calm after hearing this shocking revelation.

"I was once a slave, a gladiator slave of the fifth wizard king, Hopt." Wrist Blade Blade said slowly.

"It is precisely because the slave has lost everything that...that is why he can give it his all!!!"

The calm expression on Brad's face was suddenly broken by anger. He stood in place and let out a shocking roar.

"Hayden, you're such a hopeless idiot!"

The next second, the mark on Hunter Hader's chest, which was stained red with Lucas's own blood, was deeply dented.

Because someone threw an angry punch at him!

Chapter 121: Eagle Soars and Wolf Leaps

Hunter was knocked back several steps by the punch, but he did not get angry but laughed instead.

"Where's your Dayi? Your plan isn't complete yet, right?"

"Humph, justice cannot be achieved by sacrificing others!"

Brad snorted coldly, completely unconcerned with the meaning of Hunter's words.

The members of Freedom Fist were not surprised that their plan might be discovered by the other side.

Hunter, or more precisely, the First Witch King standing behind Hunter, clearly knew the correct answer to the question of how to kill a Witch King better than anyone else.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the First Sorcerer King would inevitably order his men to pay attention to any unusual movements in the blood tax collection device, so as to discover the actions of the Fist of Freedom.

But at the same time, the First Wizard King and his men would not interfere with the Free Fist's actions, because this was also what they wanted to see. If the Free Fist did not take action, the First Wizard King might even use some conspiracy to force the fighters to make a similar decision.

But then again, as they were about to have a formal decisive battle with the Witch King, how could the fighters of the Fist of Freedom sit idly by and watch the entire city continue to be kidnapped by the blood tax extraction device?

Therefore, this is actually an open conspiracy that both parties are well aware of.

"Lucas, you did a great job." Raising his hand to help up the young man covered in blood, Brad couldn't help but sigh and clenched his fists.

"Mr. Brad..." Lucas barely opened his swollen eyelids, a difficult smile appearing on his face.

"I didn't... I didn't... give in... like him..."

"Well, now, you can rest." Brad gritted his teeth and slowed down his voice and said:

"Then... okay..." Lucas smiled and closed his eyes. Being beaten by a powerful high-level transcendent, even if the latter did not use his full strength, it was not something that he, a novice who had just been promoted to the first level, could easily withstand.

"Take him away, what follows is a personal vendetta." Signaling the other two fellow boxers to help Lucas away, Brad turned around and stared at Hunter, who had a mocking expression on his face.

But then, both of them fell into a long silence.

"Your Majesty?" The etiquette officer, who was shocked by the sudden change, finally came to his senses. He should have shouted loudly, but the Witch King who was so close to him made him subconsciously look at him.

"It's okay, just think of it as the second round starting early." A flat voice came from behind the silk and gauze, with a hint of dullness and boredom in it.

Apart from this, there were no other words.

The etiquette officer bowed silently, then ran to inform people that everything should remain as usual and not to disturb His Majesty's enjoyment of watching the boxing match.

"Hayden..." Brad suddenly said:

"Don't call me that name." Hunter sneered but did not attack directly.

"What did that monster say to you ten years ago that made you so determined to betray me?"

"Heh, don't you think it's too late to ask this question now?" A faint aura appeared around Hunter, indicating that he had pushed his magic power to the extreme, and Yan Kai was about to activate the power of the fighting steel armor.

"I just want to know the answer." Brad began to show arrogance, which made the atmosphere in the ring more tense.