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!

At 7 PM, Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.


Fighting Hall, second floor, Arena Seven.


The spacious area was brightly lit, illuminating the surrounding clean white ceramic tiles into a reflective glow, where shadows could be seen in their reflection. In the center of the arena, a figure was continuously executing combat poses, his fists and feet swiftly slicing through the air, creating a whooshing sound.


Bai Xiao had his arms crossed in front of his chest. His whole body's center of gravity was low, knees slightly bent, back arched, and his feet stood firm on the ground, creating a sense of majestic stability akin to a watchful lion on all fours. Wearing only a pair of black training pants, his bare upper body clearly displayed his bulging muscles. Droplets of sweat continually slid down from the hot contours of his body.


His right arm vibrated through the air, leaving a trail of white mist.


That was the mark left by the sweat being rapidly dispersed.


The Great Battle of 142 is Upon Us