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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...

Gray tombstone · Urbain
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122 Chs

074 Four-dimensional attributes advance by leaps and bounds

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Crack crack crack...

Layer by layer of fine black film peeled off, falling into the medicinal bath within the wooden barrel. Bai Xiao's left hand brushed over his right arm, and underneath the muscles, as strong and hard as granite, were suddenly revealed. The surface skin didn't have the honey color that appeared as if a thick layer of tung oil was applied, like at the Tough Skin Level.

Instead, it became much fairer—a solid rock-white color.

Smooth, hard, heavy...

This color made the muscles on the arm even more rugged and pronounced, as if they were carved textures on a statue from Ancient Greece.

Dynamic tension filled with strength and beauty surged within him.

Waves sloshed in the wooden barrel.

Bai Xiao stepped out of it and wiped his entire body with a dry towel.