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!

Gui Luotian's face was pale, his breaths rapid and his chest heaving violently.


At this moment, his entire body was drenched in sweat, and beads of it fell like rain. His arms were numb and ached, and his palms were covered with coagulated, crimson blood from the shock of his exerted force, gruesomely filling the gaps between his fingers.


Due to having used his peak technique, Gui Luotian's breath weakened rapidly, and his perceptive abilities declined. He gazed vacantly at the translucent mist before him.


With a slight effort in his palm, he attempted to withdraw the Rashamon Blade.


But with a series of clicking sounds, the blade trembled, yet it remained immovable.


Gui Luotian's gaze was filled with surprise and uncertainty.


A huge breathing sound resounded, and a warm breath instantly dispersed the white mist in the area, revealing a massive figure standing tall like a hefty mountain.


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