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 low voice echoed incessantly within the small park.


The trees lining the streets rustled loudly, with the vibrant green leaves rubbing and clashing against one another. Branches swayed and swung as if densely packed white bones were reaching out.


The gust of wind whirled up the dust on the concrete ground, causing pebbles to roll.


A perfectly round, clean, and flat area with a diameter of one meter suddenly formed.


And within that circle, a figure clad in black appeared without notice. His build was slender, his limbs more delicate in comparison to other Secret Martial Cultivators, and he stood only about one hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall. He was dressed in black, form-fitting battle attire conducive to movement, with an obscure black cloak draped over his shoulders.


At this moment, the cloak fluttered noisily, billowing up and down like dark clouds.


237 First Battle Seven Stars