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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
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279 Chs

107 Dark Red, extracting Potential Points!_2

His vision shifted upward, and the monster's facial features seemed to melt, twisting into a mass. He could barely discern where the eyes were and what was the mouth.

"Die!!!"

A roar burst from him.

It sounded both like a loud shout of the word "die" and the roar of a wild beast.

Hiss...

The monster's right hand was enveloped by red mist instantly, with a strange aura flowing.

One after another, black spikes sprouted from the gaps in its armor-like arm, bursting forth. Five claws wildly grew from the palm of the hand, replacing the fingers, transforming into iron claws over fifty centimeters long. The forearm appeared as if it had been flayed, exposing the naked muscles beneath, with a thick red fluid churning between them like boiling, scalding magma.

Plumes of white steam surged with intense heat.

Whoosh!

A claw strike tore through the air with a piercing screech as if it had instantaneously ripped it apart.

Thud!

Midair, the claw was blocked by an iron-white arm.