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!

A ring of air burst open, and the clothes on both men rippled like waves.


Xiang Nan's elbow was firmly blocked by Bai Xiao's right arm.


A slight rebound force bounced back half of Xiang Nan's body.


The combination attack he had been preparing momentarily hesitated.


Bai Xiao struck instantly, a punch pressing forward!


Xiang Nan's arm shook as he blocked the attack, abruptly retreating.


A huge figure instantly attacked, reversing offense and defense.


Accompanied by a forceful lion's presence descending.


A tiger-shaped claw, quickly tearing through the air, traced a fierce arc. Five fingers spread out, as sharp and rigid as hooks at the end.


Xiang Nan's chest fabric was torn, with two red marks on his skin.


Bai Xiao slightly frowned; it was Dissipating Force.


129 The third punch, you will die!_2