Dominating Martial King
Chapter 150 - 150 147 Heavenly Pride!

150: Chapter 147 Heavenly Pride!

150: Chapter 147 Heavenly Pride!

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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”

In a luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou watched expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.

The reflection showed a youth who was not yet of age, around thirteen, with pale skin.

However, his features were extraordinarily handsome and delicately perfect.

A pair of slender phoenix eyes shone with light, but at this moment, they were filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he definitely had an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would not stand out in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had become that of such a handsome young man.

Though somewhat sickly and fragile, he was undeniably attractive.

Even top male stars known for their good looks on television in his former life could not compare.

If there was something missing, it was only the aura.

But at this moment, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but rather a sense of confusion and aimlessness.

It was like a small fish that had been freely swimming in the sea suddenly arriving on land.

In this world, apart from the suffocating strangeness, there was also a feeling of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face forcefully, and immediately felt a pain.

Naturally, he did not find any traces of cosmetic surgery on his face.

“—There’s pain, so it shouldn’t be a dream.

But what is my identity now?

And this place, where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name in the memories of his current body.

He had a different name in his previous life, but in this situation, that was meaningless to him.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

He felt a profound sense of despair and had completely given up on any hope of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’

In fact, he had been in this world for several days now.

Almost every time he woke up, he would repeat the actions just described.

Today was the seventh day.

Looking at the interior style of the carriage, it seemed to be from ancient China, but not quite right.

When he drew back the curtains, he saw vast, endless green fields outside, which were very pleasing to the eye and made one feel refreshed.

The air was also clean and crisp, without any of the pollution of the modern world.

However, if he looked further down, he could see that the carriage, though it had wheels, was floating three feet above the ground.

The sixteen Single-Horned horses in front were walking on air, able to rise and fall.

Therefore, although the carriage was large, with the carriage body alone taking up forty square meters, it could navigate any complex terrain as easily as flat ground.

And at the moment, there was no one driving in front; it just went straight ahead, speeding towards the distance.

On both sides of the carriage, the marks of knives and sword cuts were also very concerning.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the soft couch covered with velvet pads.

Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragmented memories appeared in his mind.

They were scattered and incomplete.

Among them were many words, quite a few faces, and then there was a majestic mountain that pierced the clouds and a school, unbelievably huge, that occupied most of the island in the middle of the lake.

It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and there was also a faint fear.

The emotion was indeed complex and strange.

Finally, in the deepest part of his mind, the only memory that was still preserved: countless mystical characters came together to form a complete book.

These characters were completely different from any language in his previous world but felt incredibly familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in his past life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could it be that this place is really the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face showed only complete bewilderment and helplessness.

“Divine Emperor” was a game that started in 2012 and became popular around the world.

No one knew which game company developed it, and all associated gaming equipment also appeared on the market abruptly.

It seemed as if overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual holographic experiences in the Illusion Realm.

Whether it was that academy, that mountain, or the demon language in his mind, he had encountered them all inside the Divine Emperor in his previous life.

That’s right, he remembered that, in his last moments of his previous life, his consciousness was in the “Divine Emperor” game.

In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors vied for supremacy.

He fought alone against a multitude of heroes with only a sword in his hand.

But in the final moment, his body suddenly felt an electric shock, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had taken on a different body, and everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

So at this moment, was he in a game, or was it a real world?

Or perhaps, did this world have some connection with the “Divine Emperor”?

His brain dizzy once again, Zong Shou simply gave up all thought, not wanting to think anymore.

In the carriage, having nothing better to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long, and began to practice swordsmanship in the relatively spacious cabin.

His feet moved forward and backward, side to side, coordinating with his body, making the sword light shine in the carriage that was neither too large nor too small.

Just like in his previous life, every sword form and every step was precise to the extreme, almost bordering on perfection.

However, after practicing Basic Swordsmanship for just half a moment, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his entire body dripping with cold sweat.

And the silhouette of the sword light inevitably began to distort slightly.

It was only by clinging to his innate, unyielding belief that he managed to keep from collapsing.

Not until the last of his strength was utterly spent did Zong Shou stop the sword light, panting heavily as he sat on the bed.

When his extremely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt every part of his body—his limbs, lungs, and internal organs—ache as if they were being scorched by flames.

This action was not merely out of boredom but pure anxiety.

The world he was in, as well as his own condition, both gave him a sense of urgent crisis.

He was desperate to gain some strength, at the very least, some ability to protect his life.

In the “Divine Emperor,” everything tended toward reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, five senses, combat, or even daily necessities like clothing and food, there was a complete system for it all.

Most players relied on the default settings provided by the System for gaming and combat, not seeking deeper understanding.

But some people did their utmost to learn various kinds of knowledge and words from within the Divine Emperor, studying the principles of martial arts, and comprehending everything about this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game and, on their original foundations, venture beyond.

Zong Shou was not only one of these people but also a standout among them.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—he had thoroughly studied nearly all the foundational aspects of a martial artist, achieving the highest state of Return to Simplicity, at the grandmaster level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only a scarce thousand who could claim such an achievement.

In fact, Zong Shou had mastered all the principles, variations, and derivatives of Basic Swordsmanship.

What he needed to do at this moment was simply make this body remember, to make it instinctive.

But this body of his was truly subpar.

Just ordinary practice could only be sustained for the time of a single cup of tea, with physical strength not even half of an average person.

What was even more disheartening was that he was completely unable to cultivate the Basic Internal Skill.

It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was really that weak.

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass an average person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root would likely be considered top-tier genius material.

It was only his stamina that, for some unknown reason, was exceptionally poor.