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!

He said this with a face devoid of expression.


In the sunlight, at the position of his left shoulder, a black metal mask resembling a shoulder guard clung to the silver magnetic buckle. The mask's surface depicted a hideous evil spirit pattern with protruding fangs and blood-red pupils.


Faintly, there seemed to be the character for the number nine.


Opposite him, Bai Xiao stepped over Luo Liang's corpse, revealing a malignant smile on his face. His piercing gaze fixed on Feng Jun, blood faintly visible in his pupils, like a ravenous wolf under the night sky, vicious yet focused.


An aura of dire murder surrounded him, cold, hard, and rugged.


Like a fierce wind ravaging freely across a desert and Gobi.


Bai Xiao looked at this Feng Jun who had appeared out of nowhere, feeling a nearly boiling desire to brutally beat him. Luo Liang was his spoils of war, and whether he lived or died should be decided or dealt with by Bai Xiao alone!


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