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!

The Elder Disciples of Light Saber carried Ye Meng down from the battlefield with the medical staff, evidently for urgent treatment.


Facing many gazes, Bai Xiao slowly made his way back to his seat.


As he walked past, a figure nearly pounced on him—a clear attempt to hug Bai Xiao. But with a quick sidestep, he easily dodged. Jian Feng, undeterred, stumbled and danced excitedly on the spot.


"Hahaha! That's our Fierce Bird Sect's eldest senior brother! Do any of you have such an elder brother in your sects!!!" He pointed toward the spectators around him, his face beaming with pride and excitement as he spoke loudly.


At this moment, they were still caught up in the fervor of Bai Xiao's championship.


The cheers resounded through the arena, yet to cease.


The audience, surprisingly cooperative, shook their heads with envious looks.


Jian Feng laughed loudly again, waving his fists.


221 Winner, Bai Xiao_2