Gray tombstone

Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over.
"Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!"
"I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!"
The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain.
On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos.
Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness.
He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing.
The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground!
A cold voice echoed across the city skyline.
"Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..."
A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme.
Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World.
Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter.
Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies.
In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...

Holy Fist!

Luo Yun ferociously spread his arms wide, like an eagle swooping for its prey.


From the northeast, an exaggeratedly heavy dark shadow flew in, bringing with it a terrifying sound of breaking the sky. Puchi! A disciple standing beside Luo Yun was accidentally struck by the shadow and was hit hard, as if being smashed by a truck.


The person was sent flying, shrouded in clouds, and exploded into a mist of blood mid-air.


Some people's eyes widened in shock, while others called out the name of the deceased.


Luo Yun suddenly turned his head to look to the side, his pupils contracting.


On the ground, there lay a heavy iron hammer, half the size of a person.


Without any fancy decoration, there were just six heavy and solid facets, smeared with blood and indistinct bits of flesh, seemingly mingled with pieces of fabric from clothing. Countless souls must have perished under this hammer!


118 Triple Giant Transformation, versus Hundred Python Swallowing Elephant!