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!

Palm-sized, carrying a faint gray-white color, its overall material looked a bit like bone. All four corners were severely cracked, spreading towards the interior. At the center, a fist imprint was deeply indented.


On the uneven bottom surface, a blood-red "fist" character emerged.


In the private room, in the living room.


Bai Xiao slightly narrowed his eyes, observing this bone stele. He seemed to faintly feel a concentrated will from it, which inadvertently aroused his own aura, stirring ripples, but it was quickly suppressed. Bai Xiao's attention refocused, his gaze fixed on the bone stele.


He soon discovered that the bone stele flickered in and out of visibility, bright one moment and dim the next, as if it would disappear from the real world at any time, going to some unknown depth. However, it was kept in a strange balance by the fist imprint and blood character at the center.


224 Fist Intent Stele