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!

Half a minute later, on the giant arena platform.


A youth in grey combat attire stood on the left side, he was the Rock Tiger Sect's fourth Core Disciple, possessing the strength of a Breaker Third Stage, skilled in the Evil Tiger Fist.


If the opponent were a fourth or third Core Disciple from another sect, the youth was confident in himself, not without hope for victory. But now...


He looked up at the opposite side, Xing Lie stood as if an ordinary person before the protective net, his aura retracted, yet it brought with it immense pressure.


As if he were a dormant volcano, tranquil until an eruption!


The youth raised both hands, performing a fist and palm salute.


However, Xing Lie on the other side seemed to ignore him as if he didn't exist.


Chen Rui immediately became infuriated.


You might be strong, but are you so arrogant as to disregard even the most basic etiquette?


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