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!

Fang Chao heard these words, a slight smile hooking at the corner of his mouth, but before he could reply, he suddenly felt a wave of immense heat currents spewing out before his eyes. Carried by a powerful momentum, they were expanding wildly, forming a scorching field of thermal energy that enveloped him entirely. The air slightly twisted under the dimming sky.


Fang Chao saw that the arm gripping his fist was beginning to swell inch by inch, visibly doubling in size at a rate visible to the naked eye. The claws seemed forged from steel, rough and rugged, almost as large as a person's head.


And connected to this arm was an even more domineering and mighty body. The man's presence before him was intensifying, skyrocketing, surging violently!


Immense air currents, a wild stance, like a colossus spreading its wings.


206 I am willing to call you the number one in Horizontal Training!_2