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...
098 Dark red, keep it coming strong! (9k)
Two minutes later,
Bai Xiao was taken by Chen Liao to a secluded dojo.
It was a spacious, antique hall with walls coated in red lacquer wood and decorated with carved patterns. Seven or eight wooden mannequins were neatly arranged on one side, along with tall racks for placing weapons.
On the rack, there was a long, heavy, silver spear entirely made of iron.
Bai Xiao walked over and weighed it, feeling its heft.
It weighed probably more than three times that of a normal spear.
If it were kept in an ordinary martial arts hall, it would likely be ornamental.
But this was Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.
It wouldn't be surprising if one of the seniors used this spear as a stick.
In the middle of the dojo, a large square area was paved with pale yellow bricks, different from the surrounding white bricks. Clearly, this section was meant for martial practice, and it appeared these yellow bricks had been specially treated.
Bai Xiao stepped onto it and felt a dense, heavy sensation.