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!

A burst of golden-red sparks exploded, the white air currents expanding rapidly. A figure soared out like riding a cloud, spinning four or five times in mid-air before barely landing on the ground. The figure swayed slightly, breathing in rapid, short gasps.


At the shoulder, the previously graceful and flowing elegant black cloak was now torn and tattered. It seemed to have been ripped into several strips by a claw.


The form-fitting combat suit was marked with damage everywhere. Underneath, the body adorned with smooth muscle lines also showed faint traces of blood, soaking the surrounding fabric.


Si Yu had never thought that one day he would be making such laborious breathing sounds. In his memory, only those prey that were struggling to survive, severely injured and dying under his hunt, would be so pitifully distressed.


"The Blood Coagulation Fragrance didn't work?"


Only the weak fear darkness and shadows