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!

On the fighting arena layered with dark red rubber,


Two shadows stood opposite each other, left and right.


Chen Hu stood silently on the left side, his gray combat attire unable to conceal his muscular and formidable figure. His two powerful and sinewy arms hung down, with abnormally thick tendons and bones in his palms, clearly indicating astounding strength. This was the product of both innate talent and the relentless hammering and sculpting through training – as fierce as the claws of a tiger.


The Evil Tiger Fist of the Rock Tiger Sect focused on power and offense, particularly ruthless in hand-to-hand combats. When transforming the fist, it could punch through steel plates, and when using a hand blade, it could chop through concrete walls. Especially when displaying the tiger claw, a single swipe could even tear off the facial skin and lower jaw of a cross-training master – extremely dominant and violent.


177 hits everyone with one punch!