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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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279 Chs

116 Burst State "Hundred Python Swallowing Elephant"!

Bai Xiao only had time to take a quick glance.

His mind was bombarded with waves of memories and information. What normally required years or even decades of training, he digested and controlled in this moment.

The next second, hunger and weakness surged over him, sweeping through every corner of his body. Bai Xiao suppressed them and then slowly stood up.

He stepped out of the tub and stood at the very center of the secret room.

Drops of water slipped between the gaps of his highly tensed muscles.

Outlining a hard curve of strength and beauty.

However, at some point, the falling water droplets silently evaporated midway. More and more droplets failed to fall.

Bai Xiao stood immovable like a steel tower.

With his arms slightly drooping, his fists slowly clenched.

His body was roped with muscles, steel-like tendons twisted and stretched beneath his skin. A massive, fiery heat emanated from the surface of his skin, forming a barely visible, pale white stream of air.