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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...

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030 Federation Nine-Division Punch Strength Classification

Everyone has a competitive spirit.

Bai Xiao was no exception, and even more ambitious than the average person.

To admit that you have limitations, to admit that you are inferior to others...

is the first step to failure.

At the entrance of the White Bird Martial Arts Hall, Zhou Bing and Bai Xiao chatted for a while before parting ways. Bai Xiao walked to the nearby bus station and boarded a bus.

Perhaps the bus driver had a moment of conscience today, for he turned on the air-conditioning, which brought a wave of coolness to Bai Xiao, who had just undergone intense physical exercise. He leaned into the blue plastic seat with his backpack on his thigh.

Right hand resting on the backpack, he was scrolling through his phone.

Bai Xiao clicked into a chat group named "Boxing Club."

There were several recent chat records above, all incredibly serious. They were either videos of strenuous exercises drenched in sweat or practice videos of punching the wooden dummy and sandbag, with a string of time records beneath them, noting their own training data. It didn't look like a typical chat group full of silly banter and racy images at all. It seemed Zhou Bing was right; this group was quite professional.

Looking at the group members' names, they were basically structured as the fighting technique they were best at followed by their real names, quite standardized. After pondering for a moment, Bai Xiao changed his too.

"Sandboxing-Bai Xiao."

He clicked into the group chat's member list, and after a brief refresh,

his eyes quickly scanned through, and he soon noticed Zhou Bing and Kang Li, both with the prefix Boxing. Bai Xiao's gaze moved to the group owner's nickname: Steel Sound Stream - Qiushan. Steel Sound Stream? What kind of combat skills were those?

Looking slightly puzzled, he pondered for a moment before exiting.

Next, Bai Xiao clicked into the group files.

Soon, he found some useful things within.

For example, regarding the division of punching power according to the Federation Nine-Division in fighting technique.

A normal adult, untrained, had a punching power of about 50kg.

Below 60kg, they were all referred to as enthusiasts.

Amateur first-division, 60kg.

Amateur second-division, 80kg.

Amateur third-division, 100kg.

Amateur fourth-division, 120kg.

Amateur fifth-division, 140kg.

Every division apart, the difference in punching power was 20kg.

Then came the professional levels.

They were separated from the amateur fifth-division by a 40kg difference in punching power.

Professional first-division, 180kg. Professional second-division, 210kg.

Professional third-division, 240kg. Professional fourth-division, 270kg.

Every division apart, the difference in punching power was 30kg.

Finally, there was the Boxing King level, over 300kg.

It's important to know that the professional classification of the Federation Nine-Division comprises a comprehensive consideration of various factors, with punching power being just one of them. The most crucial aspect was still actual combat results; a boxer with 300kg punching power might not necessarily beat a boxer with 200kg punching power. After all, no matter how strong you are, it's useless if you can't hit your target. The above punching power data are for reference only.

"I wonder what my current punching power is..."

Bai Xiao clicked on his notifications, which included a message alerting him to a delivered parcel.

He had previously ordered a Boxing Power Tester online.

It had arrived that morning, so he could go home and give it a try.

At three fifty in the afternoon at Sunshine District, the security office.

Bai Xiao carried a parcel wrapped in tape, his backpack slung over his shoulder, making his way upstairs in a hurry. He opened and closed the door, then pulled the living room curtains wide open.

The golden sunlight from outside flooded the room, making it extraordinarily bright.

He unwrapped the packaging and took out a board-shaped boxing power tester from inside. It was all red, with a clenched fist logo full of tension in the center. Reading the manual would tell you that this area was precisely where the force was measured.

Bai Xiao pondered for a moment and then stuck the boxing power tester onto the wall.

After that, he took two steps back, his feet springing and interweaving as he swayed his body, warming up with the footwork of a boxer. Suddenly, he threw a punch with a whoosh!

A sound of rapid friction between fabric and skin filled the air.

"Thud."

Bai Xiao retracted his fist and looked up.

The digits on the tester jumped before finally settling on a number.

155.2kg!

It was a very impressive figure, already achieving the level of an amateur five-division.

It was even over thirty kilograms higher than the punching power of Bald Zhou Bing.

Even, if you used Guo Hao's 72kg as a unit of count.

1 Bai Xiao > 2 Guo Hao.

If this tester was accurate, then Bai Xiao wasn't far from the professional level. Of course, this was only in terms of punching power data.

In a real fight, Bai Xiao likely already possessed the combat strength of a professional. After all, mastering one fighting technique to a high degree and two others to a lesser extent was definitely not just for show. Both physical data and combat techniques were equally important.

After testing his punching power, he began his daily self-improvement training. Each punch and kick accumulated, each movement piled on top of the other, his speed increasing while still maintaining proper form. His fists and legs swept through the living room, rustling as they went.

An hour later, in the bathroom, his daily cold shower began.

As Bai Xiao relished the refreshing feeling of the icy water flowing over his skin, he thought of the Will Attribute that had not increased despite nearing exhaustion. He took a deep breath, expressionless, he lifted his head, allowing the water to splash on his face.

There was nothing to be discouraged about.

Since he already knew it was a crude method, there was no doubt that multiple efforts and copious amounts of sweat needed to be paid. Nothing could be achieved overnight.

After the shower, Bai Xiao went to deliver food.

Today there were particularly many orders; he kept delivering until 8:30 PM before getting back home.

[Your profession "Deliveryman," Experience +10]

[Your professional skill "Electric Scooter Driving" Experience +14]

[Your professional skill "City Route Mastery" Experience +15]

In his field of vision, today's experience gains were quite satisfactory.

[Profession: Deliveryman LV.2 (86/200)]

[Skill 1: Electric Scooter Driving LV.2 (189/200)]

[Skill 2: City Route Mastery LV.2 (183/200)]

Bai Xiao glanced over and quickly fixed his gaze on the two professional skills of the deliveryman profession. Both of these professional skills were close to breaking through to level three, and once they did, they would bring him four potential points.

He could definitely raise either boxing or jujutsu from minor to major accomplishment! Bai Xiao was looking forward to it and decided to cancel tomorrow's extra training to ensure he had enough time to break through the two professional skills.

"It's a pity that to continue breaking through from major accomplishment in sandboxing, I actually need a whopping four hundred experience. That's equivalent to eight potential points, which is a lot," he remarked with some emotion. "However, the more it requires, the more it will improve later on."

"The change from major accomplishment to perfection in fighting technique must be extraordinary!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wutong Street, Sakura Bird Bar.

Bai Xiao, as always, performed his work as a night security guard and suggested to the security manager that he needed a larger size for his uniform; his request was accepted. Thus, Bai Xiao, in his new black security uniform, patrolled the place. Tonight had a small interlude; a thief snuck into the bar. However, it wasn't Bai Xiao who caught him, and he missed out on a four-hundred-dollar bonus and potential experience.

So, Bai Xiao decided that he would need to be even more diligent from now on.

To perform his duties to the fullest extent was how to gain the most experience.

At two o'clock in the morning, his shift ended.

[Your profession "Security Guard," Experience +12!]

[Your professional skill "Patrolling" Experience +14!]