Holy Fist!

As the white owl descended, it raised its head, not only seeing this bizarre and magnificent world, but also glimpsing the profession modifier it had downloaded before crossing over.

“Consume all experience from the sub-professions [Biomechanical Engineer] , [Mystic Realm Scholar] , and [Special Hypnotist] , converting it into millions of potential points, and use them to fully enhance the main profession [Martial Artist] !”

“I… have obtained the golden ultimate profession, [God of Martial Combat] !”

In the world’s largest metropolitan cluster, on a stormy night.

On the ground, countless killers and martial artists clashed to the death, while swarms of metal mechas and bio-armor erupted in self-destructive explosions. Blood and fire mixed together, everything descending into raw violence and chaos.

Atop a high tower, the white owl stood silently in the dark rain, like a grim and terrifying statue. His scarlet eyes gazed downward, restrained yet bloodthirsty, cold yet tinged with madness.

He leapt down, his trench coat whipping in the wind.

The God of Martial Combat descends upon the final battleground!

A cold voice echoed across the city skyline.

“Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the strength, come and try to stop me…”

A modern metropolis of luxury and decadence, an era of consumerism obsessed with entertainment.

Beneath the surface of seventy years of peace lies another world of madness and bloodshed.

Martial artists who have mastered secret techniques from various schools clash with killers controlled by combat modes, each locked in a brutal, endless battle.

Metal mechas brimming with terrifying energy, bio-armor derived from monster cells—the brutal struggle between old and new technologies has begun.

In this age warped by machinery and alien forces, calling out for the unique power of humanity might be an unimaginable kind of romance…