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...
Liu Yang led the way, with Bai Xiao closely following him.
The two left the gymnasium and came to the training facility's warehouse once again.
This was a large rectangular building that occupied a significant area, located right next to the training field. The morning sun shone upon it, causing the tin roof to emit a faint blue glow. The shadow of the building cast a cool area below.
The elder named Chen Liao was lying in this cool shade.
At the moment, he was not napping.
Instead, his right hand held a copy of the Huai Shui Morning News, which he read quietly. His left hand fanned a woven fan, bringing gusts of cool breeze. The rocking chair he sat in swayed back and forth.
He appeared quite relaxed.
"Master Chen,"
Liu Yang, with Bai Xiao in tow, approached and called out in greeting.
"You're back again?"
Chen Liao set down the newspaper, revealing a gaunt face with black hair, a high nose bridge, looking to be around sixty years old.
"Yes."