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!

The woman saw Bai Xiao from afar, her eyes brightening.


She immediately quickened her pace, a slight smile on her face.


"Mr. Bai Xiao, I apologize for keeping you waiting."


Opposite her, Bai Xiao slowly raised his head, swallowing his last bite of beef.


"It's no problem, we haven't reached our appointed time yet."


"I was a bit hungry, so I arrived early."


His words were concise, his voice cold and unvarying.


An Rusu hurriedly walked over and seated herself elegantly.


The black briefcase was also gently placed beside her.


Yes, An Rusu had also arrived in the Imperial Capital.


Wuyuan Company had always been following the Dark World Fighting Competition.


At the table, Bai Xiao continued enjoying his lavish meal.


And An Rusu, after a brief moment to organize her thoughts, began speaking.


"Can I take a look at those cultivation techniques you mentioned?"


"If there's no mistake, you should be able to gain quite a few points this time."


322 Upgrade, Perfection_2