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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

127 All-New Professions, The Strongest Trio (6K)_3

Given time, he was destined to be the future Master of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall.

In the great hall,

the staff of the Martial Arts Association saw that representatives from all major schools had arrived.

They then led everyone to the meeting room on the second floor.

This meeting room was exceptionally spacious, resembling a dining hall, with a long rectangular table covered in a white tablecloth placed quietly in the center.

Around it were rows of dark red chairs cushioned with soft pads.

At nine in the morning, everyone took their seats.

Bai Xiao sat towards the lower end on the left-hand side.

The chairperson, the president of the Huaisui City Martial Arts Association appeared.

He was an old man dressed in a white shirt.