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!

"That move just now seemed to contain the ultimate vibration secret technique..."


"Hehe, I wonder, which is stronger: the fission secret technique my Hundred-Split Fist has inherited for hundreds of years, or your Vibration Assassination Fist?"


He curved his lips into a smile, and out of nowhere, a pair of large sunglasses appeared in his hand.


After putting them on, Yu Ming of the Hundred-Split Fist lazily leaned back.


The noisy arena seemed to suddenly fall silent around him.


Time passed, and the Martial Arts Arena gradually quieted down.


An elder standing on the stage began to introduce everything in great detail.


Not until half-past nine in the morning did he finish his speech and leave the stage.


Soon after, an emcee in a buttoned training outfit lightly jumped onto the stage in a few steps. Glancing around, he called for everyone to quiet down again.


"Next, I invite the thirty-two contestants to draw their lots."


315 Training Si Yu, Starting the Battle on the Arena_2