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!

By the edge of a pond, behind a large tree.


Wei Gang, who had hurried over, asked with a flashlight in hand.


However, the response he received was a loud sound of metal shattering.


The alloy pile embedded in the cliff had actually been burst by a punch.


The shards, like heavenly maidens scattering blossoms, flew in all directions. Their shooting speed was like that of bullets, seemingly still carrying the terrifying power of that punch.


A piece, the size of a fist, violently pierced through the tree in front of Wei Gang, bringing forth a stream of yellow wood chips akin to water. Subsequently, it fiercely struck Wei Gang, suddenly producing a sound as loud as a great bell.


Wei Gang's eyes widened in shock, and he instantly stepped back three paces.


Almost bumping into another Fierce Bird Sect Disciple.


140 Deep Red, let me see the limits of this Cultivation Technique!_2