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!

Xing Lie returned to the arena, stepping on the dark red rubber.


Turning his head, the increasingly intense and fiery atmosphere of the Fiery Fire Stadium enveloped him from all directions. Some spectators even stood up to swing their fists, with bloodthirsty expressions on their faces and wide eyes. The bubbling noise of the crowd, the hushed whispers of anticipation, became wave after wave of sound that swept over.


Xing Lie muttered to himself, somewhat bewildered, turning his head in confusion.


Directly opposite the arena, there stood a towering, robust figure.


At this moment, his upper body bare, the surface of his muscles emitted a faintly vicious black and red color, radiating heat and steaming. His face, expressionless, was cold and silent.


Like a machine only passionate about fighting and killing.


"I... I'm back on the singles tournament final's arena!!!"


Xing Lie finally came to his senses, realizing where he was now.


183 Fighting Tournament Begins, Individual Gains