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 the distance, at the end of the road leading to the apartment.


A tall and slender young man, his back straight as a sword, walked over. He was dressed from head to toe in extremely modest gray clothes, exceptionally loose.


Only the cuffs and ankle areas were tightened.


The young man carried a huge backpack on his right shoulder, almost the size of another person's suitcase, looking heavy. His steps were loud and firm as he approached.


From the window on the fifth floor, Bai Xiao looked down quietly.


That person seemed to sense something at this moment too.


He looked up, revealing a very young face. His nose was high and straight, his sword-shaped eyebrows slanting towards his temples, his eyes clear and bright, shining like cold stars. Furthermore, it seemed that in the sunlight, the tips of his hair glowed faintly with a transparent silver hue.


Bai Xiao squinted his eyes, locking gazes with the other in mid-air.


313 Beiming Four Extremes