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!

The solid Totem Pole's massive weight, carrying a surge of overwhelming force, smashed down overhead like a roaring, hissing Totem Dragon.


Scarred Face had raised his strong arms first to meet it.


At the moment of contact, crackling and snapping, his muscles and bones shattered inch by inch.


A cloud of blood mist exploded, spraying in all directions.


Afterward, in Scarred Face's terrified eyes,


The Totem Pole fell heavily, directly blasting his head open as if it were a bomb packed with gunpowder, with red and white debris splattering everywhere.


Irresistible, like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.


Under the immense pressure, Scarred Face's strong body instantly split open with hundreds of wounds, and all arteries and veins burst, spraying blood. A terrifying force that had been forcefully infused into his body blew him apart.


The Totem Pole landed heavily, causing a quake-like disturbance.


133 Dark Red, upgrade the Ten Fists Sword!