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!

Suddenly, half the room was enveloped in an inexplicable force, the air slightly distorted, like a thick layer of dark gray fog. Bai Xiao sat cross-legged in the middle of the fog, his specific appearance obscured, only a vague human form visible.


He slowly operated the Demon Bird Secret Book, feeling a mysterious power emanating in his mind.


His right hand opened, and a ferocious green mantis appeared at the tip of his index finger. Its wings spread open like those of a cicada, with a few wriggling black spots on them. One of the spots was particularly active, constantly wandering back and forth.


With a thought from Bai Xiao, the black spot suddenly enlarged, turning abruptly into the face of Crying Sword Feng Xun. The ghostly face twisted, continuously howling and struggling.


Silently floating in front of Bai Xiao.


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