Bai Xiao arrived and looked up. Not only did he see this bizarre and magnificent world, he also saw the career modifier he downloaded before crossing.

"Consume all the experience of the secondary careers [Biological Mecha Master], [Mystic Realm Scientist], and [Special Hypnotist], and turn them into millions of potential points, and all upgrade and modify the main career [Fighter]!"

"I... got the golden ultimate career [God of Fighting]!"

The world's largest urban agglomeration, a rainy night.

On the ground, countless killers and fighters fought for their lives, and a large number of metal mechas and biological armor exploded and self-destructed. Blood and fire mixed, everything fell into primitive violence and chaos.

At the top of the tower, Bai Xiao stood quietly in the rain and darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His scarlet eyes looked down, restrained with blood and cold with madness.

He jumped down, his windbreaker dancing wildly.

The God of Fighting, descended on the final battlefield!

The cold voice echoed in the city sky.

"Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, come and stop me..."

The prosperous and luxurious modern city, the consumer era where entertainment is supreme.

Under the surface of peace for seventy years, there is another crazy and bloody world.

The fighters who master the secrets of the school and the killers controlled by the battle mode, both sides start a terrible fight to the death.

The metal mecha with terrifying energy and the biological armor extracted from monster cells, the cruel battle between new and old technology has begun.

In this era alienated by machinery and external objects, shouting for the power that belongs only to humans may be unimaginably romantic...

My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

...

The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

......

At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".