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!

Bai Xiao was on alert the moment he heard the sound.


Using Fierce Bird Second Transformation Wind Thunder Form, he moved quickly and agilely.


Carrying a huge impact, a vast mud rain descended.


Bai Xiao was thrown out, landing somewhat awkwardly on one knee.


Turning his head, the figure on the city wall remained motionless.


It didn't continue to draw the bow and shoot arrows towards him.


It seemed that as long as one didn't get too close to the city, it wouldn't be triggered.


"These aren't arrows; they're practically missiles!"


Bai Xiao coughed lightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.


He felt that his internal organs must have been damaged by the shock.


Fortunately, although the arrows were immensely powerful, they were not as fast as missiles. Otherwise, Bai Xiao would definitely not have been able to react.


His clothes were now just tattered strips, with some charring on the back.


He slowly stood up and quickly moved away from that part of the city.


126 Divine Ghost Six Desires, Titan Troops!_2