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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...

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038 Next time, you won't be so lucky.

Three forty in the afternoon.

Bai Xiao had changed into his clothes in the locker room and, carrying a canvas bag on his back, quickly walked out of the martial arts hall. Coach Zhang Hongtao was already waiting at the entrance. He was dressed in casual black sportswear, holding a cellphone in his left hand and clutching a thermos that he never seemed to part with in his right. The two men made eye contact and turned to step forward.

Together they headed toward the nearby street parking.

Halfway there, Coach Zhang took out the car keys and lightly pressed them in the distance.

"Click, click." A muffled unlocking sound echoed.

As he approached the vehicle, Bai Xiao saw Coach Zhang's SUV. It was taller and more imposing than a sedan, with rugged lines. Metal struts at the bottom edge shimmered with a bright silver luster, while the body's paint was mostly a gray-green.

"Let's go, get in the car."