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!

Octagonal Arena, under the gaze of tens of thousands.


Two figures, each with a powerful and unfathomable aura, appeared on either side.


Bai Xiao stood quietly in the corner, eyes staring straight ahead.


Ghost Snake Xie Yang, dressed entirely in black, cloaked his strong and burly figure. His feet stepped in a pair of tough, smooth leather black boots, the tips of which reflected a rectangular white metal strip. A pair of black leather gloves slowly clenched into fists. His whole person faintly exuded an icy, keep-away aura.


Bai Xiao looked at him, and he was also staring intently at Bai Xiao.


Under the shadow of his black hat brim, a cold and fearful atmosphere crawled slowly like a kui snake. The scales and air currents rubbed together, making a faint noise.


Ghost Snake Xie Yang slowly muttered this name, his voice carried a magnetic, elegant tone, yet it vaguely hid an extremely dangerous sensation.


213 True Fear