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Holy Fist!

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...

Gray tombstone · Urban
Not enough ratings
122 Chs

069 Go and kill at their door! (4.3k)_2

Wei Dong felt that having Bai Xiao as a friend was his good fortune.

Bai Xiao looked at Wei Dong's somewhat naive smile and silently turned his head.

"Sorry, Brother Dong…"

"Next, I'll have to trouble you to be my little guinea pig."

The company campus, a spacious gym.

It had been remodeled, fully equipped, and well supplied with props.

At the moment, it was nearly ten o'clock at night.

The brightly lit gym, with its white tiles reflecting faintly.

Wei Dong was wearing a set of gray gym clothes, a sports T-shirt, five-inch shorts. He was panting heavily, sweating profusely, his head buzzing as if bees were flying around. His heart was pounding like a drum in his chest, almost bouncing out of his throat.

With a slack in his hands, the tense muscle finally snapped.

Thump—Wei Dong collapsed onto the floor like a lifeless fish.

Blurry-eyed, he looked at Bai Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged beside him.

A good friend, a good brother, having you is really my "radiant" energy!