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!

Suburbs, a white sanatorium nestled in the woods.


Underground, at the core of the mountain cave.


The top of the cement-poured steps, where one can oversee from high above.


An elderly man in a suit stood quietly, his gaze hazy.


In the distance, a blood-colored glass tree was thriving robustly.


Surrounding the tree roots, corpses were sapped of blood, their skin shriveled and pale—remarkably, these were members of the Fierce Bird Sect who had died in this afternoon's sudden raid. The Horror Bird Organization did not let their bodies go; rather, it was the bodies they were after.


The members' blood of the Fierce Bird Sect were drained by the Yabadon Life Tree. Certain components in the blood were absorbed to nourish the Yabadon Life Tree.


With a large number of Horror Birds, an excellent result was achieved.


Below, a Killing Ghost in black robes was rhythmically at work.


117 Tonight is... the Night of Slaughter!