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...
In the crowd, Bai Xiao's gaze swept over the other students in the elite class.
Everyone was brimming with confidence, eager to try, their eyes betraying a fighting spirit. The elite class students present were all selected from training classes of twenty to thirty people, and could be described as shining talents standing out from the rest. Talents possess their own confidence and pride, and rarely concede defeat easily.
Among them, Chu Ming was the most confident.
This young man, who seemed to have already mastered the art of Sandboxing, had a striking power of at least 170kg, and had already defeated the instructor of his class during the training period. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his gaze looking at the others with disdain; his intense desire to win was unabashedly displayed. Finally, his eyes clashed with Bai Xiao's.
"Later, I will give you a good lesson," he said.
Chu Ming's smile turned cold, his expression seemingly carrying a hint of provocation.