Fist Master

The white owl came, raised his head, and not only saw this strange and magnificent world, but also saw the career modifier he downloaded before crossing.
“Consume all the experience of the sub-class [Biological Mech technician] [Cryptologist] [Special Hypnotist], turn it into a million potential points, all upgrade and modify the main class [Gladiator]!”
“I… Got the golden extreme career [God of fighting]!”
The biggest city in the world, torrential night.
On the ground, countless murderous ghosts and fighters fought to the death, and massive metal mechs and biological armor exploded and self-destroyed. Mixed with blood and fire, everything descended into primitive violence and chaos.
At the top of the tower, the White Owl stood quietly in the rain and darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His scarlet eyes looked down, blood in restraint, madness in the cold.
Jump down, trench coat dance.
God of war, come to the final battle!
Cold voices echoed across the city skyline.
“Next, I will kill everyone present! Stop me, if you can…”
Prosperous and luxurious modern city, entertainment first consumption era.
Under the surface of seventy years of peace is another crazy and bloody world.
The martial artists who master the genre esoteric, the killer ghosts controlled by the battle mode, the two sides carry out the terrible fight without end.
Metal mechs with terrifying energy, biological armor extracted from monster cells, and a brutal battle between old and new technology begins.
In this era of alienation by machinery and foreign objects, it may be unimaginably romantic to shout that the power belongs to man alone…