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!

Huaisui City, Xuanshan District, Qingteng Cafe.


The eaves were shielding the early morning sunlight, and by the floor-to-ceiling windows sat a decorative green vine chair, on which rested a pot of bright flowers. Soothing and lingering music played, isolating the noisy hustle and bustle from the outside. Through the clear and transparent windows, one could see the bustling crowd hurrying by in the distance.


It made the environment inside the cafe appear more leisurely and lazy.


In a corner of the cafe, a business discussion was slowly progressing in the form of casual chatter.


Next to the square wooden table, a handsome man in a blue suit leaned back slightly. His elbows rested on the sides of his chair, fingertips crossed in front of his chest.


Opposite him, a voluptuous woman in a light purple pencil dress leisurely lifted her white porcelain cup, sipping gently with her red lips and smiling.


162 killed me! You demon!