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...
Just like a vise, it never loosened.
He glared with eyes as big as copper bells, intensely fixating on Bai Xiao.
"Hurry, swear fealty to me as your master now!!!"
"Right now, don't wait!"
Chen Liao was visibly excited, as if ready to proceed with the ritual to take Bai Xiao as a student immediately. He seemed to have lost some of his rationality.
Ten minutes later, in an area of the warehouse similar to a hall.
Chen Liao had calmed down, leisurely sitting in a chair.
In front, on a yellow table, two cups of thick tea had already been brewed.
The ceramic lid was slightly set aside, the tea emitting steam.
He was now content, leaning back in the chair, as relaxed as if a stream of clear water had refreshed his chest. Just before, Bai Xiao had agreed to Chen Liao that if he were to choose a master, the first choice would surely be him. Considering the help Chen Liao had given him during this period, not choosing him would be unreasonable.