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...
"You..."
Chu Ming's mouth overflowed with a trickle of fresh blood as his eyes glared furiously at Bai Xiao.
In just two short minutes, his mindset had shifted from shock to annoyance, and now to humiliation. Chu Ming refused to accept the fact that he had been defeated by Bai Xiao. His body struggled, trying to prop up his dazed head.
However, as Chu Ming's upper body just started to lift,
a large foot stomped down from above, trampling on his chest with heavy force. With a thud, Chu Ming's back struck the ground.
This time, he had exhausted his last bit of strength.
In a daze, Bai Xiao's ruthless voice echoed from above.
"Remember this moment well..."
"This is your shame, the shame of the defeated!"
Next to Chu Ming's face, numb and confused, those two sentences pierced his ears like a demonic chant, echoing in his head over and over again.
...
At the edge of the field, near the exit to the changing room corridor.