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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 · 都市
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122 Chs

068 Are you still saying these nonsensical things?

Bai Xiao's pupils constricted slightly, his gaze deepening.

This couldn't possibly be body hair—such things do not grow on humans. These feather-like hairs were sparse, not yet widely spread.

Just as he wanted to examine it closely.

Bang!

The partially closed private room door was kicked open.

Bai Xiao looked up to see a lavishly dressed young man walking in through the door. His features were handsome, dressed in a finely tailored white suit with a white bow tie, the slim-fit attire accentuating his lean and tall figure. He carried an air of icy haughtiness borne from a life of luxury.

The young man stood in the middle of the private room, a tall bodyguard at his side.

This man's temples bulged, his gaze profound, and his breathing long. His arms were thick and his joints large—clearly a master of combat.

"Two pieces of trash."

The young man in the white suit coldly spat out these words.