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!

Bai Xiao nodded slightly to acknowledge the excited junior brothers and sisters.


Beside him, Wei Gang brought a neat coat and draped it over Bai Xiao.


On his left, the gaunt figure of Chen Liao sat down.


"Next up, the final match, are you confident?"


He turned his head to look at Bai Xiao, his murky, pitch-black eyes staring intently.


In his gaze, that handsome and profound profile, expressionless.


But from his mouth, slowly uttered two words: "Victory assured."


"Victory assured, victory assured! Hahaha, good!" Chen Liao inexplicably burst with excitement, stroking his beard, his cheeks flushing with a sudden rush of blood. He never expected that one day his disciple could have a chance to become the strongest among the young generation in Nanjiang Province. Just one more victory needed!


Bai Xiao glanced over the Fierce Bird Sect's quarters and suddenly asked.


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