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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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An extremely bizarre and bloody scent silently spread.

For some unknown reason, certain roots of this tree, only the halves close to the trunk, had unusually smooth cross-sections and were slowly writhing. It was as if the other half of the root system wasn't broken, but rather invisible.

"How enchanting..."

"Yabadon..."

The elder in a suit gazed at the blood-colored glass tree with a mesmerized look in his eyes.

"Next, I plan to take action against the disciples of the Fierce Bird Sect, even against an Elder. Only an aura of the same origin can attract the Demon Bird Secret Book!"

The man in the black robe placed his pale right hand on his knee, slender and delicate.

One moment it was as white as jade, the next it was as fierce as a ghoul, with a strikingly contradictory sense of dissonance. You wouldn't know if it was a hand of jade or a skeleton.