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!

"Yes, I am Number Three of the Ghost Face Organization."


The man in black took slow steps forward, gradually approaching Bai Xiao. This was not a friendly gesture; for a Secret Martial Cultivator, having a stranger enter your striking range could be seen as a provocation, it was definitely not out of goodwill.


The black boots stepped into the sunlight, showing off their sturdy, smooth leather contours, with a rectangle of white metal on the tip reflecting the light.


Number Three stepped out of the shadows, dressed in overly thick garments consisting of loose, wrinkled long robes and pants, commonly worn black hunting boots, a grey scarf, and leather gloves. A raised high collar concealed the bottom half of his face, and a hat similar to a military cap covered the upper half of his eyes, leaving only the bridge of his nose visible.


199 First Battle, Testing