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!

This situation caused quite a surprise among some of the spectators who were following Bai Xiao. Yesterday, during the afternoon fight on the platform, it was fierce as if it were a battle to the death between them! But today, the two of them were not at odds like fire and water.


Instead, they exchanged smiles and let bygones be bygones.


As time ticked by, more and more people entered the arena through the right-side passage. Until just before the match time, the entire Martial Arts Arena was finally filled to capacity.


The host of the fighting tournament slowly made his entrance, standing at the very center.


He glanced at the newly renovated platform and then slowly swept his gaze across the noisy, boiling Martial Arts Arena. After clearing his throat softly, he loudly declared,


Immediately, the chattering voices that rose and fell in turns swiftly dissipated.


254 Fierce Fist Mountain King, Battle of the Tough Guys!_2