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!

Luo Liang's eyes widened with terror as he suddenly turned and instinctively took a step forward.


A gentle breeze brushed past him, causing a slight tremor in his hair.


For no apparent reason, a steel-cast shadow of a tower blocked his path, its icy silence heralding despair. Its muscular chest rose like a wall of sighs, crushing spirits. Tattered cloth strips hung over arms wrapped in engorged, rock-white veins, heaving subtly.


The sound of a deep breath, steady and thunderous, filling the air. As he inhaled, the air currents visibly surged toward him, forming whirlwinds.


At that moment, Luo Liang could only perceive that the body before him was surely not human. It was as if an ancient, massive elephant, proclaimed king of the land, had all its flesh and blood compressed and forcibly shaped into human form.


165 Blood Pill levels, Wailing Secret Sword