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!

Bai Xiao grabbed Black Sword by the shoulders with both hands and shook him violently as he demanded,


Black Sword's head wobbled as he looked up at Gu Ping. However, in the next second, his pupils contracted sharply to the size of pinpoints. His breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again, like that of someone with acute stress reaction.


Black Sword suddenly raised his arm, his index finger pointing straight behind Gu Ping.


Gu Ping spun around quickly, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes.


Outside the café, beside the tea-colored floor-to-ceiling windows, at some unknown moment, a tall and burly black figure had appeared, standing silently in the sunlight, like a towering iron statue. Due to the angle of the light, the tall man's eyes were shrouded in dark shadows.


162 Kill me! You demon!_2