Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”

In the lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror before him, his face expressionless.

The reflection showed a youth not yet of age.

About thirteen, with a pale complexion, yet his features were uncommonly handsome and exquisitely perfect.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he distinctly had an extremely ordinary face, the kind that would be absolutely unrecognizable in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, after waking up from this dream, his body had become that of such a beautiful young man.

Although slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly first-rate in looks.

Even those top male celebrities known for their handsomeness in his previous life couldn’t come close.

If there was anything lacking, it was just his aura.

However, at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather a sense of disorientation and confusion.

It was as if a small fish that had been swimming freely in the vast ocean suddenly found itself on dry land.

In this world, apart from that suffocating unfamiliarity, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Not willing to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face again, feeling a sharp pain.

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

“—There’s pain, so could it be that I’m not dreaming?

But who am I now?

And where is this damned place?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name belonging to the current memories of this body.

In his previous life, he had a different name, but in his current circumstances, that was meaningless to him.

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

He felt an overwhelming sense of despair, having completely given up hope of returning or ‘waking up’ from this dream.

He had already been in this world for several days.

Almost every time he woke up from sleep, he would repeat the same actions as before.

And today marked the seventh day.

Looking at the interior of the carriage, it seemed like it was from ancient China, yet it was somehow not quite right.

When he parted the curtains, he saw outside was a vast expanse of wilderness stretching to the horizon, lush and verdant, which made one feel refreshed.

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

But if he looked closer, he would find that the carriage, though having wheels, was suspended mid-air, three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were trotting on air, capable of moving up and down.

Therefore, even though the carriage was large, with the compartment itself being forty square meters, it could travel any terrain with ease.

And at that moment, no one was steering it; it simply raced straight ahead, speeding into the distance.

The slashes and sword marks on both sides of the carriage were also of great concern.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the velvet-cushioned couch.

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

They were all shattered, incomplete.

Among them were many words, several faces, and then there was a towering mountain piercing the clouds, and an impossibly large academy which occupied most of an island in a lake.

It felt both foreign and familiar, and he had a vague sense of fear.

This mix of emotions was indeed extremely complex and strange.

In the deepest recesses of his mind was the only memory that remained intact—a vast array of mysterious characters combined together to form a complete book.

These characters were completely different from any of the languages from his world.

Yet they felt extremely familiar to him, as if he could grasp them easily, as though he had mastered them in his previous 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 was filled with confusion and helplessness.

——”Divine Emperor” was an online game that swept the world beginning in 2012.

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

It seemed that overnight, the entire Earth transitioned from 2D and 3D web games to the era of virtual reality Illusion Realm.

And whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan text in his head, he had seen them all within the game of Divine Emperor in his previous life.

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

In the struggle of the Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm.

Alone with a sword, he fought against many heroes.

But at the last moment, a surge of electricity passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.

When he awoke, he was in a different body.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

Once again feeling dizzy, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking about it.

In this carriage, since there was nothing to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword that was about three feet long and started practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage room.

His steps advanced and retreated, shifted and transferred, in sync with his body movements, making the sword light flicker within the carriage that was neither too big nor too small.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the extreme, almost perfect.

However, after only practicing this Basic Swordsmanship for half a moment, Zong Shou was already panting heavily, his body dripping with cold sweat.

The sword light and shadow also inevitably began to distort.

It was only by clinging to his innate, unyielding belief that he kept himself from collapsing to the ground.

Not until the last bit of strength in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit on the couch, gasping for breath.

When his utterly focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt a burning pain all over his body, from his limbs to his internal organs, as if they were being scorched by flames.

This was not a mere act of boredom, but rather a plain unease.

The world around him, as well as his own predicament, both gave him a sense of crisis and urgency.

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

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

Whether it was Martial Arts, languages, the Five Senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system for everything.

Most players relied on the default settings of the system for gaming and combat, without delving too deeply.

However, some would do their best to learn all sorts of knowledge and languages within the Divine Emperor, to study the principles of Martial Arts, and to deeply understand everything about that world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game, creating their own opportunities on top of the existing foundations.

Not only was Zong Shou one of these people, but he was also among the best of the best.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—nearly all the basic foundations of a Martial Artist, he had studied thoroughly, reaching the highest level of Return to simplicity, the level of a grandmaster.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, the number of those who accomplished this could be counted on one’s fingers, with just a mere thousand or so.

In fact, Zong Shou had already mastered all the principles, changes, and derivations of this Basic Swordsmanship.