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!

In an instant, the ground shook violently.


Yuan Wei advanced forward, his speed neither fast nor slow, but incredibly steady.


He slightly lowered his center of gravity, his strong arms extended on both sides, one hand guarding in front, the other slanting behind. The thick, strong fingers and the sharply defined muscular contours faintly brought an increasingly heavy sense of oppression.


Yuan Wei's gaze was fixed on Bai Xiao, muscles tensed, ready to switch moves quickly. But, until he closed in within three meters of Bai Xiao, that towering figure still stood in place, not even having adopted a fighting stance.


"Responding to every change with no change of my own?"


Yuan Wei's heart sank, but he struck decisively. He had strode forward, his momentum having built to its peak; there was no reason not to strike. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and Yuan Wei instantly crossed the final three meters.


244 Demon Lance