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...
Apparently, he bragged to his friends, slightly distorting the facts.
Bai Xiao chose to preserve the dignity of his own instructor.
With a serious face, he proclaimed righteously, "That's exactly how it happened."
"Really?"
The black-haired youth still looked doubtful, his expression incredulous.
"Three Killing Ghosts, huh? That attack intensity doesn't seem like something a student who's still training at the training base could withstand..." He slowly shook his head as he spoke. There was no mockery, no disdain for Bai Xiao, just a plain statement, because it indeed sounded a bit far-fetched.
Bai Xiao slightly smiled, then suddenly asked.
"Senior, I wonder if you have mastered the Fist Eye Skill?"
The young man in black pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."
"Then the Fighting Hall is right ahead; we might as well have a friendly match..."
He pointed with his right hand toward the distance.
His face bore a faint smile, looking somewhat fake.
"Okay."