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 gaze of Crying Sword Fengxun suddenly sharpened, like a hungry wolf prowling in a dream, fierce and focused, exuding an exceedingly intense murderous intent.


He abruptly stood straight, revealing his trim black outfit, his tall and muscular figure holding a sword in his arms. On his left shoulder, a black metal mask clung like armor, fastened with silver magnetic clasps. With its ferocious, ghastly visage featuring black mixed with red and protruding fangs, it was exceptionally fierce.


A blurry number two was etched upon it.


Fengxun stared intently at Bai Xiao, who had suddenly appeared, his aura exploding simultaneously. The atmosphere he exhibited was no less formidable than that of the Jiang Shuangxiong.


From the shadows beside the warehouse, the tall figure of Bai Xiao stood towering; he replied expressionlessly to Fengxun, the coldness in his eyes intensifying.


225 Mountain King Chen Xiu