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's strength was surging wildly, fiercely, explosively!


A dominating aura enveloped him. Small stones and gravel at his feet seemed to be attracted by a magnetic force, quietly floating up half an inch off the ground. Currents of air whirled together, forming a vortex.


And within this white vortex, a blazing, colossal shadow stood.


Bai Xiao's enormous right hand slowly wiped across his muscular chest, the two making an unpleasant scraping sound, like coarse sandpaper against a metal plate.


The muscles on his arms and back were like twisted, bouncing steel cables.


His expressionless face suddenly revealed a smile as his gaze fixed on the hesitant Crying Sword Feng Xun in the distance, expectantly saying,


"Come, strike once more with your strongest sword."


226 Mountain King Chen Xiu