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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

081 Life, too fragile, too tiny (6.4k)_3

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"Wei Heng, come here."

In the co-pilot seat, a young man wearing a silver necklace took over the man's phone.

He was dialing a number, labeled Bai Mang in the contacts.

"Doo doo doo... Ding..."

The call connected.

The necklace-wearing youth immediately held the phone to his ear and began to speak.

"Zou Feng, have you dealt with it on your end? There shouldn't be any mishaps with Sister Hong taking action herself. Once it's done, hurry over here; we're about to make our move. Once we get the pharmaceutical, and you capture Wei Dong, Wei Nan's son, even if it comes to negotiations, we'll have the upper hand…"

"Oh, and that Bai Xiao, the boss means to take him out directly! Having Wei Dong is enough for us; Bai Xiao is a bit risky, better to deal with him sooner…"

However, eerily, no sound came from the other end of the phone.

Only the hollow silence of the night sky.

"Hello? Hello! Zou Feng, are you listening? Hello?"