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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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122 Chs

081 Life, too fragile, too tiny (6.4k)_4

Boom, boom, boom...

A series of bullets came flying, but most of them were preemptively predicted by Mad Python, who zigzagged in a "Z" pattern, suddenly flashing past, splattering clumps of black mud on the grassland. The few remaining bullets sparked as they hit the hard, thick surface of the Armor, leaving spotty and dented scales.

But they didn't penetrate!

It could have been because the security personnel were too far away.

Whoosh!!!

Mad Python's steps were like springs, a crouch accumulating energy, then transforming into a gust of wind and bursting forth, rapidly approaching Warehouse No. 2's entrance.

At the entrance, three personnel wearing blue security uniforms and holding pistols were shocked out of their wits. The armored figure that had been tens of meters away a moment ago was now suddenly right in front of them! A ferocious gaping mouth with a snarling python face was advancing straight towards them!

That mouth, with its stench of raw meat...