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!

Some ten meters away, with shock still etched on his face, he lifted his head only to see pairs of eyes emitting intense white light. In the last row of the prayer area, two or three devotees turned their bodies stiffly, staring straight at Bai Xiao.


It seemed as if not accepting that beam of white light was the mark of becoming an enemy to Bai Xiao.


Three figures stood up instantaneously, their bare feet eerily hovering about ten centimeters above the ground, their white robes fluttering slightly.


They extended their nearly translucent, pale hands and swept them across the air.


Exceedingly thin white swords appeared in their hands.


The swords had no hilt, about one meter in length, floating above their palms, and spinning.


They did not seem to be held, but rather...


171 You dare to chase after me with this kind of trash?_2