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!

From within its body, countless blood-red filaments were extracted, like dense tendrils. As the Cross Black Sword was pulled out, these red threads, like swallows returning to their nest, entered the blade. The Cross Sword then seemed to be enveloped in red mist, eerily unsettling. Even the heart of the demon-shaped figure was rapidly withering and shriveling, its energy seemingly being continually transferred and extracted.


The tiny heart on the Cross Black Sword was becoming more and more blood-red.


The sound of beating was also getting louder!


The Cross Sword emerged, cutting through the air.


The clear ringing was both like the cry of a sword and the call of a bird.


Wu Binghe came to his senses, his eyes brightened, and his spirit surged.


153 Bai Xiao, help me keep the Magic Bird Secret Scripture safe!_2