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!

Echo Sword, the white-haired woman holding the sword, thought warily.


Meanwhile, at Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, Xing Lie's immediate concern was not the explosively powerful Chen Hu, but rather the silhouette enveloped by Chen Hu's dark fist shadows. His gaze was profound, as if he could see through the shadows to what lay inside.


There, a towering figure stood motionless, arms crossed in front of his chest.


His gaze was calm as he watched Chen Hu, who was frantically throwing punches, drenched in sweat.


Countless fist shadows exploded on the surface of the body but failed even to briefly deform or indent the hard muscles! All they could do was create wavy creases from the fists on Bai Xiao's combat suit, slightly disheveling his black hair.


In the spectator seats, Xing Lie suddenly spoke.


Beside him, an elite disciple of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall was startled.


177 Hits anyone with one punch!_2