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!

Whispering privately, drowned out by the loud voice of the referee in black.


"Elimination round, first round, first match, begin!"


On the stage, two figures moved swiftly, fully engaged in a fierce collision. Crack, bang! The two shadows continually punched and kicked, their limbs wrapped with forceful wind, making the air burst with astonishing sounds.


Each demonstrating unique school techniques and sophisticated secret martial skills.


They exchanged over a hundred moves against each other.


One's movement stiffened, seized by the opponent's chance, defeated by three punches.


The referee stepped forward and announced the winner.


Bai Xiao silently watched the match, deep in thought. As the Dark World tournament gradually progressed, his perspective was also slowly improving. After all, nearly a hundred bouts had unfolded before his eyes over the two stages of the tournament.


Both fighters were core disciples of their respective sects.


235 weaklings