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!

A deep sound of footsteps gradually approached.


Ghost Snake Xie Yang suddenly saw a pair of black shoe tips.


"After today's competition ends, find me at the park where we met last time."


Bai Xiao's faint voice came from above, somewhat blurred by the sudden noisy uproar of the surrounding audience. But Ghost Snake Xie Yang still heard it clearly; he suddenly looked up, only to see Bai Xiao slowly turning around and walking towards the area below the arena, leaving only his figure from behind.


Ghost Snake Xie Yang, knelt on one knee, staring longingly.


Around him, the twisted iron wires creaked, seemingly on the verge of collapse.


At this moment, in his senses, the chattering noises from all sides gradually faded away, and the figures of many spectators also slowly blurred. Only the strong figure he pursued remained, exuding dominance as it moved farther away.


"To witness a king amid fear, what a fortunate lifetime..."


214 Giant Statue Technique, top four!