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!

Shi Chen the Dragon Lizard, his massive body, feet grounded, flew out.


His toes lightly touched the ground, and his whole body turned into a red line of fire spreading through the air, like a Divine Bird skimming the ground. He slightly raised his palm.


Once again gathered the fierce wind, and unleashed a punch!


A bizarre fist seal appeared out of thin air, silently, but as fast as lightning. Simultaneously, dense cracks in the air appeared behind the fist seal, extremely sharp, as if hundreds of long swords were stabbing forward.


Two fists collided fiercely, stirring a gust of wind. Their hands seemed like weapons, not flesh and blood, but forged from steel. During the clash of strength, golden-red sparks splashed out from between their fingers.


The surrounding air expanded in circles, spreading outward.


The ground trembled, and small stones shook wildly.


314 Ruthless Elimination, the Sole Winner_2