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!

"You actually managed to injure me just now..."


A massive figure slowly lowered its head, a cruel smile appearing on its face.


His gaze locked onto Cangfeng, muscles bulging as his glazed hand slowly reached out. Yet, the entire area surrounding the Shadow Assassin, Cangfeng, suddenly froze, the air hardening like steel.


Cangfeng seemed like an insect trapped in amber, his form frozen in place.


Even his thoughts experienced a momentary pause and blankness.


Deep within, he let out a frenzied roar, releasing all his power as if self-destructing. In an instant, Cangfeng transformed into a flickering dark shadow, seemingly no longer part of this world, entering the void dimension.


A giant glazed golden hand descended, the ground roaring.


329 Eastern Assassin King, Falls! (6k)_4