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 black hand enveloped in a white airflow crushed its way through, violently shaking the battlefield.


    The connections of the surrounding guardrails creaked, and the wire netting swayed as if sifting chaff. Gusts of wind howled past, even sweeping toward the audience seats behind Yuan Wei's half of the battlefield, causing many spectators' clothes and hair to flutter. When all the dust settled, a figure stumbled out of the battlefield.


    Yuan Wei's body flew uncontrollably, yet still managed to land on his feet with some residual strength.


    This was because Bai Xiao did not go for a crippling move; the last move was not aimed at seriously injuring Yuan Wei, but simply to knock him off the platform. In fact, Bai Xiao quite admired Yuan Wei, or rather the Devil Lance secret martial skill. This move gathered the full strength of the body for a penetrating attack, achieving a pinpoint breakthrough effect.


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