Dominating Martial King
Chapter 152 - 152 149 God-defying Flagpole

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152: Chapter 149: God-defying Flagpole?

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“It seems I have really traveled through time——”

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked expressionlessly at a round mirror in front of him.

The image in the mirror clearly showed a boy not yet of age.

About thirteen, with a pale complexion, but his features were rarely delicate and absolutely exquisite.

A pair of narrow, phoenix eyes shimmered with light.

However, at the moment, they were filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he had an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would never stand out in a crowd.

Unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had changed into that of such a handsome man.

Though slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly first-class in looks.

Even the top male celebrities known for their handsomeness in his previous life could not compare to him.

If anything was lacking, it was merely his temperament.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather felt utterly bewildered.

It was like a small fish, originally free and roaming the vast sea, had suddenly arrived on land.

In this world, besides the fatal strangeness of suffocation, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou squeezed his cheek forcefully, immediately feeling a wave of pain.

Naturally, he found no traces of cosmetic surgery on his face.

——”There is pain, so am I not dreaming?

But who am I now, and what is this eerie place?”

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

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

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze away.

His chest filled with despair, he had completely given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking from this dream.’

Actually, he had been in this world for several days.

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

Today was the seventh day.

Looking at the decoration style inside the carriage, it seemed to be in ancient China, yet not quite.

Peeking through the curtains, he could see vast expanses of wilderness outside, stretching endlessly with lush greenery, which was invigorating.

The air was also fresh and crisp, completely devoid of the turbidity of the modern world.

However, a closer look would reveal that, though the carriage had wheels, it floated three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were walking on air, able to move up and down as well.

Therefore, although the carriage was huge, just the carriage alone was about forty square meters, able to traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.

And at this moment, there was no one steering in front, and it rushed straight forward, speeding into the distance.

The sides of the carriage, marked with sword cuts and blade marks, were also extremely concerning.

Zong Shou just felt a bout of dizziness and collapsed onto the soft couch covered with velvet padding.

Then, with just a slight thought, a series of memory images rose in his mind.

All were fragmented and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, quite a few faces, and there was also an imposing giant mountain that pierced the clouds, an academy on an island that took up most of a vast lake, unbelievably huge.

He felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and vaguely terrified.

This mood was truly complex and bizarre to the extreme.

Finally, in the deepest part of his mind, the only memory that was still intact was there.

There were countless mysterious characters, assembled into a complete book.

These characters, unlike any script from his world, were nevertheless extremely familiar to him, almost as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this demon language.

Could this really be the Divine Emperor World?”

The corners of Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was filled with utter bewilderment.

—— “Divine Emperor”, was a virtual game that became popular worldwide starting in 2012.

It was unclear which game company developed it, and all the necessary gaming equipment also appeared on the market suddenly.

It seemed as if overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual reality and illusion realms.

In his previous life, he had seen the academy, the mountain peak, and these demon clan characters all within Divine Emperor.

Right, he remembered that in his previous life, his last conscious moment was inside the game “Divine Emperor”.

In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors battled fiercely.

He fought the multitudes alone with a single sword.

But at the last moment, he felt an electric current pass through his body and lost all consciousness.

When he awoke again, he was already in a different body.

What lay before him was no longer the familiar Earth.

So, was he now in a game, or was he in a real world?

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

A wave of dizziness hit him again, and Zong Shou simply gave up on all thoughts.

In this train compartment, where he was doing nothing anyhow, Zong Shou then took out a three-foot-long green steel sword and began practicing swordsmanship in the relatively spacious compartment.

The movement of his feet, advancing and retreating and shifting, coordinated with his body to make the sword light shine in the not-too-small compartment.

Just like in his previous life, each sword form, each step, was executed with precise perfection, almost reaching a flawless state.

However, this basic swordsmanship had only been practiced for half a moment when Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

The silhouette lit by the sword light inevitably began to distort slightly.

It was only his inherent belief, unyieldingly stubborn, that kept him from collapsing.

Not until the last bit of strength in his body was completely drained did Zong Shou stop the sword light and, panting heavily, sit down on the couch.

When his intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt his limbs and internal organs aching as if they were seared by flames.

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

The world around him, and his own circumstances as well, both made him feel a pressing sense of crisis.

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

In “Divine Emperor”, everything was close to reality.

Whether it be martial arts, languages, the five senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system in place.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings for gaming and combat without delving deeper.

But there were others who would do their best to learn all kinds of knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, exploring the principles of martial arts, and deeply understanding everything about this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game, making innovative adjustments on the existing foundations.

Zong Shou was not only among such people, but he was also one of the best.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill – he had thoroughly studied and mastered the fundamentals of every martial artist to reach the peak state of Return to Simplicity, and reached the grandmaster level.

And among all the hundreds of millions of players, there were only about a thousand who achieved this level.

In fact, Zong Shou had mastered the principles, variations, and derivations of this basic swordsmanship.

What he needed to do now was to make this body remember it thoroughly, to become his instinct.

However, this body was just too frail.

Even a simple practice would only last as long as a tea session, and his physical strength was even less than that of an average person.

What was even more frustrating was that he couldn’t cultivate the basic internal strength at all.

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

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

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should belong to a genius.

It was just his stamina that was unusually weak for some reason.

But after exploring for seven days, Zong Shou had already figured out some clues.

It must be due to the bloodline he possessed, being a half-demon, a mix of human and fox, that he had such a handsome face.

And if he was not mistaken, both his paternal and maternal families should have extraordinary origins.