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!

The piercing alarm resounded throughout the underground base, accompanied by the intermittent flashes of red light at the tunnel's entrance, bearing the sensation of a virus leakage during a bioterror crisis. Teams of armed security personnel, with live ammunition, rushed out.


In the white metal hall with four branching corridors.


Figures with chemical masks, dressed in green combat suits, black combat boots, and armed with the latest model firearms appeared here.


"The intruder disappeared in Section C!"


The squad leader, continuously waving his hands, directed the teams to move.


Suddenly, from the left side of the metal hall, through the passageway leading to Section C.


A series of muffled yet swift footsteps approached rapidly.


The pace of the footsteps became faster, and the noise of running grew louder.


Around the corner of the passageway, a faint golden shadow suddenly appeared.


164 screams filled with terror, incomparably delightful