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's hair danced wildly, and his clothes formed wave-like wrinkles.


Looking up, he saw an unusually grand hall, with the Holy Hall's dome forming a semi-circle, and stained-glass windows embedded above. The wall surfaces were adorned with white-gold decorative reliefs, extraordinarily lavish. Light, with its source unknown, was fractured by the windows into fine shards, scattering down bit by bit.


In the center of the hall, a figure enshrouded in white-gold light stood with a sword. Majestic and awe-inspiring, yet somewhat stiff, an aura emanated from it.


Bai Xiao squinted at him, suddenly feeling an extreme sense of perilous insignificance. It seemed that with one careless move, he could be crushed like an ant.


He remained frozen in place for a while.


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