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!

A common sedan with glossy black paint over a white base rapidly sped up along the highway.


Following a straight route, it drove into the night outside East Sea City.


Inside the car, Yao Qing was driving from the driver's seat. She was wearing a simple black bodysuit that was neatly cut, the fabric slightly clinging to her skin to prevent any noise from friction due to looseness. Yao Qing had a slender figure, not much different from a teenager's, with black hair cut evenly at ear length.


Her complexion was pale, like newly kiln-fired porcelain, exquisitely beautiful. Her eyelashes were dark and soft, densely curled upward, and her phoenix eyes were unusually serious.


Gone was her usual lazy and leisurely demeanor.


263, a few bugs have gotten in, remember to pay me the cleaning fee!