Star Forge Titan

Such terrifying fangs and sharp teeth, coupled with the terrifying bite force of the lion hybrid, are even more dangerous than the ten claws that pop out from the ends of the fingers.

Meanwhile, Brad, who had just expended a significant amount of his magic power to defeat Hunter Haldir, had no time to react. His magic power hadn't fully recovered, and the Sky-Splitting Fist ritual inscribed on his body couldn't be wasted in such a place.

In an instant, this powerful fighter of the Fist of Freedom was caught in a terrible dilemma.

But he did not panic, nor did he look back at Jerome who was rushing towards him. There was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile of trust in his companion.

Storm Fighting Holy Fist——Force String Domination!

The source of all the streams of Lan Dou, the legendary secret, the holy fist whose true successor finally appeared after a hundred years, a magical fist that can use space as a medium to transmit the power of the fist!

The golden light was like a second sun rising from the ground, and the ferocious expression on Jerome's face became stunned.

The next second, he felt an irresistible and powerful force attacking from the side of his body.

What!?!

Jerome was like a vicious dog about to bite an innocent person, but was suddenly hit from the side by a high-speed ball thrown by a top professional baseball player. Although he did not see any attacker at all, he immediately bent his body and flew to the side with a strange cry.

The timely twisting of his body allowed him to deflect some of the force, and he was not directly hit by the heavy punch that Ivan launched from twenty meters away.

"The distance is indeed a bit too far." The handsome man curled his lips, revealing his true appearance and standing on the edge of the pit.

"Who are you?" Jerome asked, getting down on all fours and baring his teeth.

Then he sniffed and looked surprised.

"Oh? So it's you, or rather, this is your true appearance?"

The strange hybrid born from the Fur Tribe and the Savage Orcs let out an inexplicable exclamation of surprise.

"All the characters who should appear have appeared. At this point, there is no need to cover up anymore." Alvin spoke in a strange tone, like a riddle man, and his words were difficult to understand.

But Brad, Jerome and other fist fighters were not surprised at all, because they all knew that this farce about the Witch King's secret magic would come to an end today.

"And to deal with an important subordinate of the Wizard King, I think it would be safe to use all my strength."

"Subordinates?" Jerome seemed to have heard some extremely funny joke, and a very rough and undisguised laugh appeared on his lion-like face.

"Hahahahahahahaha, this is really interesting. I am a subordinate of the Witch King, hahahahahahahahaha."

Just as the lion hybrid was laughing, the etiquette officer who was watching the game from a distance was suddenly stunned. He seemed to vaguely hear low laughter coming from the sedan chair next to him that was covered with layers of silk and gauze.

After laughing, Jerome's expression turned cold and extremely gloomy in an instant.

"Young man, you have no idea who is standing in front of you!"

"Oh, really? Haha, actually I don't care about this kind of thing at all." The black-haired boy's figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

As he spoke, he touched the ring on his finger with a calm yet dignified gesture that could not be refused.

It was a simple-looking magic ring that had the unique ability to change the wearer's appearance. Infused with the power of the immortal-level holy relic, the 'Crown of Time', it could even overcome the astonishing magical resistance of Titans and modify their appearance and shape to a limited extent.

In a split second, the black-haired boy's figure became clear again.

What appeared before everyone was a figure over two meters tall, his body filled with streamlined muscles that perfectly matched the golden ratio. He looked like an angel statue placed in a church that came to life, a powerful being that possessed both strength and beauty.

The last descendant of the Titans, the last son to inherit the bloodline of Ishtar, the descendant of the One who Forged the Stars finally revealed his true appearance.

At this moment, all of Ivan's attributes were perfectly liberated, reaching an astonishing value of over 120%.

“…” Jerome was stunned, then showed an ecstatic expression.

"This is what I want, right..."

Before the mysterious half-orc could finish his words, a large hand suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his head.

"You shameless beast who only knows how to attack by surprise, I have nothing to say to you!"

A cold voice echoed in my ears, followed by a rapid reversal of the sky.

Alvin Elian, a young hunter from the northern ice fields, approached his opponent step by step from the front with a dignified momentum.

Then, he opened his five fingers and pinched Jerome's head, just like when he hunted the huge wild boar kings on the ice field in the past, and with his right hand alone, he pressed the half-blood orc's head into the ground!

The ground instantly cracked into a spider-web-like crack with a radius of more than five meters. Blood soaked the originally dry sand, leaving the white sand grains with a deep mark.

When Ivan let go and stood up, Jerome's arms fell to the ground as limp as noodles, and he was motionless as if dead.

But in the next second, the hand with curved sharp claws suddenly slashed towards the black-haired boy's eyes!

Jerome's sudden movement was so swift that his muscles were as tough and strong as tightened steel bars. He was just like a cheetah rushing out at high speed. His sharp claws were within 0.5 centimeters of Ivan's eyeball in less than half a second.

however--

This mere 0.5 centimeters of distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

A translucent giant made of pale golden flames looked down at the tiny half-blood orcs on the ground.

The pale golden shadow that was more than ten meters tall easily blocked this extremely fast attack.

This is - the hollow form of steel armor!

Chapter 124 Gravity Kick

A blazing light golden aura rose up and wrapped around Ivan, blowing up his slightly curly black hair that had a rebellious temperament.

The dark and violent primitive magic in his body roared and operated to the extreme, and his pupils also emitted a strong dark golden light, just like Odin's eagle casting an extremely sharp gaze from the sky.

Alvin was looking at Jerome, or more accurately, he was looking through the wild-looking half-orc in front of him at a powerful being whose real body was not there.

"Steel Armor Hollow..." Jerome did not continue to attack, but stopped and muttered the name of the skill used by the young fighter in front of him.

Judging from his performance, he was not at all unfamiliar with this unfinished skill that had not yet been announced. Instead, he seemed very familiar with it.

"Really? These kids are getting more and more exaggerated nowadays."

Rubbing his blood-stained golden short hair, Jerome let out a long sigh, then gave Ivan an exceptionally bright smile, but with his blood-stained face, he looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Come to think of it, my disgraced disciple was treated very well by you just now."

Glancing at Hunter who was killed by Brad through the chest, Jerome showed a happy expression without any sadness.

"Even if it's just a disciple I had to accept out of favor, as a master I still have to avenge him, hehehe."

The lion hybrid was babble-ing nonsense, and then he saw a huge iron fist falling from the sky.

"So much nonsense." Alvin waved his arms indifferently.

Under the influence of the Steel God's casting meditation method, the steel-clad virtual form of the northern man has completely transformed into the appearance of the golden knight Disgulan.

In addition, if the pit arena was like an iron cage boxing ring with restricted hands and feet for the eagle wolf phantoms summoned by Brad and Hunter just now, then for the golden knight phantom that was more than ten meters tall, the pit arena where they were at the moment could only be regarded as a large bathtub at most.

Although not as big as the real Colossus, Ivan's steel armor virtual form can also directly interfere with reality.

boom!

As the audience screamed, the ground shook and the air seemed to burn.

This punch contained no mercy at all, only pure and extremely high-purity murderous intent!

"Ha...hahaha...ha..." However, amidst the dust raised by the heavy punches, there was indeed a burst of intermittent laughter.

"That's powerful!" Jerome's figure appeared again, and now he looked even more embarrassed than before.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Jerome actually raised his hands to block the casual punch swung by the golden knight's phantom, but this also made the muscles and skin in his arms look horrifyingly shattered and torn, and blood flowed like an endless stream, quickly dyeing his whole body red like a bath.

"Looks like I have to get serious too!" Jerome raised his head, panting, his eyes revealing the same ecstasy and frenzy as a wild beast.

"Hey, kid, do you know what the Witch King's secret technique that these idiots are fighting for is?" He suddenly raised a question closely related to the boxing match.

Ivan frowned, but did not continue to punch the unexpectedly talkative legendary gladiator.

"So, as a legendary gladiator, what do you know about this?"

"Hehehehe." Jerome let out a low laugh, but on the contrary, the smile on his blood-stained face gradually disappeared.

"One of the secrets of the Witch King." Ancient Norse language from the distant past uttered from his mouth.

"Earth. Vein. Hu. Fa—Breath of the Earth!"

Jerome's breathing became extremely heavy, as if it was rising and falling with the entire earth.

That is completely different from the breathing method used by ordinary boxers. It is some kind of secret breathing method from an even more ancient civilization with special effects.

The surrounding magic was surging, but Alvin could clearly sense that this was merely superficial. Deeper underground, another surge of extremely powerful and pure magic continued, surging to the surface in the blink of an eye.

Jerome roared and quickly devoured and absorbed the magic power. The speed was so fast that no one could stop him. The changes that happened immediately afterwards were even more shocking and even terrifying.

At first, Ivan thought this legendary gladiator of dubious origin would also unleash his fighting spirit and steel armor skills. But he soon discovered he was wrong. When that powerful and pure magic energy was injected into Jerome's body, the hybrid orc's body began to rapidly swell and mutate.

The originally wheat-colored skin turned dark blue like a moss-covered rock, and the entire body expanded to a full ten meters in height in a very short time, and the body proportions also changed accordingly.

The vitality and magic power mixed with each other and began to twist Jerome's body without regard for consequences and losses. His arms with curved claws became extremely thick and long, and could even touch the ground directly when he was standing. He looked like the arms of a gorilla.

The lion's head was as ferocious as ever, but its snout was not flat like that of a cat. Instead, it was much longer and more like that of a canine.

At the same time, a pair of featherless, deformed wings pierced through the skin on the back and popped out. While they could barely be considered wings, their size was completely inadequate to support the body in flight. However, if the magical effects were taken into account, the situation would be another matter.

The sight of the gladiators turning into monsters made the spectators near the pit arena scream, and more of them ran away silently with their heads covered. Even the guards and ceremonial officers standing beside the Witch King's sedan chair trembled and wanted to turn around and flee. Only laughter could be heard from the sedan chair covered with layers of gauze and silk.

"Even if it's just an incarnation, it's still as ugly as ever, Hopt," Menes said quietly in a voice only she could hear.

At the same time, Jerome, who had completed all the transformations and completely transformed into a ferocious monster, roared towards the sky with a loud roar that was enough to shatter the surrounding glass.

At this moment, his body was like a moving three-story building, and his movements could make the earth tremble.

The narrow space of the pit arena forced the monster transformed by Jerome and the phantom of the golden knight to stand very close to each other, their heads almost touching, glaring at each other.

"Come and fight, fighter!"

Following Jerome's roar, the pit arena was completely destroyed in the next second!

The moving monster slapped the golden knight's phantom with its claws from above, at the feet where Evan was standing.

The claws directly caused the soil to surge and the ground to crack. The power contained in it was beyond the ability of even a steel statue to withstand, let alone a human body made of flesh and blood.

But that is based on the premise of being able to hit. No matter how powerful the force is, if it cannot hit, it will become meaningless!

Ivan's figure became blurred, along with the more than ten-meter-tall golden knight's phantom, and they all disappeared before being hit by Jerome's sharp claws.

The next moment, the tall black-haired boy appeared again, but this time he was high in the air!

In just one day, he developed a whole new use for the boxing techniques controlled by Li Xian.

Although the transmission range is only a radius of thirty meters, it is enough for Alvin to fly to a height of thirty meters in the air.

With his hands behind his back, he looked down indifferently at the ugly and ferocious monster under his feet, and a wild and wanton smile suddenly appeared on the face of the black-haired boy.

"Okay, that's it..."

"Round 2!"

A golden knight's shadow, over ten meters tall, appeared instantly, its powerful presence covering the entire sky in an instant.

Riding a warhorse transformed from gravity, the fighter using boxing skills and the once again summoned steel-clad figure in the air, their postures were 100% synchronized and they launched a blow, a destructive flying kick that seemed to pierce the ground!

Super! lightning! kick!

Chapter 125: One Year of Playing

Generally speaking, a fighting steel armor in the virtual stage of steel armor can multiply the power of a boxer, and the influence range of the boxing configuration force also increases proportionally.

But the virtual form is only a virtual form after all, and has not yet fully condensed into a physical existence. Therefore, the virtual form itself has a very limited impact on the material world.

however!

The boxing style that Alvin masters is called Lan Dou Holy Fist. There is only one secret of this holy fist, and that is the legendary secret called "Force String Domination".

This illusory fist technique, which can directly control the "force" itself and transmit it with the help of the space that supports the basic existence of the world, can allow the user's power to be transmitted to a distant place out of thin air.

In other words, while Ivan was controlling the Steel Armor Void, he could also utilize the profound power of String Domination to transmit his own strength to whatever the Void reached. Considering the Steel Armor Void's bonus to boxing and the power of the configuration, this was far more powerful than simply using String Domination.

Thus, there was this spinning destructive kick launched from the sky!

The kinetic energy of rotation, the kinetic energy of gravity drag, the kinetic energy of the Titan bloodline's muscles that are comparable to steel, everything is doubled under the effect of the steel armor virtual form.

Moreover, the precise control and transmission dominated by the force string, all these kinetic energies that were incredibly destructive when counted individually, now all gathered at the end of the steel foot that the golden knight's phantom kicked down in a spinning manner!

Although the virtual form had not yet been completely solidified, it brought with it a red and hot light like a flame when it cut through the air. The lightning produced by friction burst out in all directions like exploding fireworks.

A flying kick wrapped in thunder and fire fell from the sky. Jerome, who had transformed into a monster, had no way to avoid it, and he himself had never thought of avoiding this extremely powerful blow.

"Come on! Come on!!!" A roar mixed with the roar of wild beasts came from the mouth of this twisted monster with wings and arms longer than the knees.