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 passenger seat, the flowered shirt had turned into a red one, half his body covered with the fresh blood sprayed out by the middle-aged man, his face dotted densely with blood. His face was fixed in a look of astonishment, as fear slowly welled up.
At this moment, the man in the flowered shirt figured out how Jiang Mei had died!
"Run!"
This was his first thought.
The man in the flowered shirt turned abruptly, not daring to glance toward the driver's seat. Scaly white armor covered his body as he grabbed the handle with one hand.
Crack!
His intense will to survive propelled him to dash out at his fastest speed. Even with scales covering his face, the extreme terror was evident.
However...
Whoosh!
In an instant.
A sturdy, iron-white hand reached out from inside the car door.
It violently grabbed the man in the flowered shirt's flailing arm and yanked!
"No!"
The man in the flowered shirt bellowed.
Whoosh!