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!

That feeling was like trying to grab a tuft of cotton falling through the air with one's hand; because the cotton is so light, any slight movement of the air current could shift its position. The act of moving one's palm towards it would cause the cotton to drift along with the wind.


In the center of the arena, the figure in white twisted, continually dodging flashes of red punches.


It was a perfect demonstration of evasion for the audience.


Yet, the attacker was clearly growing impatient.


Hao Lie's legs shook violently as he abruptly assumed an aggressive stance. His legs split to the sides, with slightly bent knees, one hand reaching forward, the other pushing horizontally behind him. His heart pounded as if beating a drum, his breathing turned rapid. Within his eyes, dense blood vessels seemed to gather.


"Killing intent matched with Killing Fist!?"


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