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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"Hmm."
After a chat, there was a beep, and the phone call disconnected.
However, not long after, Chen Liao's phone rang again.
Upon answering, it was a familiar booming voice.
Wen Yuan, "Chen Liao, oh Chen Liao, damn you, Chen Liao!"
"You've really screwed me over!"
"Hard Skin Layer, Heart Guiding Technique, Bai Xiao hasn't even finished the elite class yet! I can't even begin to imagine his future achievements, damn it!"
Chen Liao snorted coldly.
"Then stop imagining, he's my disciple, not your concern!"
Wen Yuan, "What do you mean YOUR disciple? Bai Xiao isn't officially your disciple yet, what if he ends up wanting to be my disciple? Look at me, I've got five disciples living together in harmony, like one big happy family."
Chen Liao, "Dream on, dumbass."
He hung up the phone directly, not wanting to deal with Wen Yuan, the old bastard.
Anyway, Bai Xiao was his for the taking.
Time passed, and at eight in the evening, dusk had completely fallen.