Dominating Martial King
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“It seems that I have truly traveled through time—”

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

The image in the mirror clearly showed a teenager who had not yet come of age.

About thirteen years old, with a pale complexion, but those features were rarely handsome, exquisitely unparalleled.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled with light.

However, right now, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he had still been an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would absolutely go unnoticed in a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, he found his body had turned into that of such a handsome man.

Although slightly sickly and delicate, it was undoubtedly top-notch in handsomeness.

Even those top male stars known for their good looks in TV shows from his previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was anything lacking, it was only in his demeanor.

But at this moment, Zong Shou did not feel the slightest bit of joy; instead, he only felt bewildered.

It was as if a fish that had once swum freely in the sea suddenly found itself on dry land.

In this world, apart from the suffocating strangeness that was almost deadly, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up hope, Zong Shou once again pinched his face forcefully, immediately feeling a sharp pain.

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

“—There is pain, so I shouldn’t be dreaming?

But who am I now, exactly?

And this place, where on earth is it?”

‘Zong Shou’, was the name in the memories of this body that he currently possessed.

In his previous life, he had another name, but given his current situation, it was meaningless to him.

Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze.

He felt a deep sense of despair in his chest, having completely given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking up’ from this ‘dream’.

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

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

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seemed to be from ancient China, yet it was not quite right.

Then, parting the curtains, he saw a vast expanse of wilderness outside, endless and lush, inducing a feeling of openness and refreshment in the chest.

The air was also pure and fresh, without a trace of the turbidity of the modern world.

However, looking further down, one could notice that although the carriage had wheels, it was levitating, three feet off the ground.

The sixteen unicorns in front of it were also walking on air, capable of rising and diving freely.

Thus, though the body of the carriage was huge—with just the carriage itself being forty square meters—it could navigate any kind of complex terrain as smoothly as flat ground.

And at this moment, no one was in charge at the front, as it barreled straight ahead, speeding off into the distance.

The sword wounds and slashes on both sides of the carriage were also very concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness, slumping onto the soft couch upholstered with swan feathers.

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

They were all disjointed and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, quite a few faces, and also, there was a towering mountain penetrating the clouds and a college on an island in the middle of a lake so huge it was unbelievable.

He found it both strange and familiar, with a vague sense of fear as well.

These feelings were truly complex and bizarre.

In the end, in the deepest part of his mind, the only segment of memory that remained intact consisted of numerous mystical characters arranged together to form a complete book.

These characters were entirely different from any language from his world.

Yet they made him feel extremely familiar, as if 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 in an involuntary spasm, but his face was full of bewilderment.

——”Divine Emperor” was an online game that began in 2012 and swept across the world.

No one knew which game company had developed it.

All the game equipment popped up in the market suddenly.

It seemed as if overnight, the entire Earth moved from 2D3D online games into the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realm.

Whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all within the Divine Emperor in his previous life.

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

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

He stood alone with a sword, fighting against a host of adversaries.

However, at the last moment, his body suddenly felt like it was shocked by an electric current, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up, he had taken over a new body.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

Or could it be that this world had some connection to “Divine Emperor”?

His mind once again felt dizzy, and Zong Shou simply gave up on everything and stopped thinking about it.

Inside this carriage, there was nothing to do anyway.

Zong Shou then took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing swordsmanship within the fairly spacious carriage.

His footsteps moved forward and backward in sync with his body, making the sword light shine within the not too big, not too small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, every sword form and every movement was precise down to the smallest detail, almost perfect.

However, after only practicing Basic Swordsmanship for half a moment, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath and covered in cold sweat.

And the sword light figure inevitably began to distort.

It was only because of his innate, unyielding belief that he kept on supporting himself and didn’t collapse to the ground.

It wasn’t until all the strength left in his body was completely exhausted that Zong Shou finally ceased the sword light and sat down on the couch, panting heavily.

When that extreme focus finally relaxed, he instantly felt pain burning through every part of his body, from his limbs to his internal organs.

This act was not merely out of boredom, but rather pure unease.

The world and his own situation made him feel a pressing sense of crisis.

He wanted to gain some strength as a matter of urgency, to at least have some ability to preserve his life.

In “Divine Emperor,” everything tended toward reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, five senses, combat, or even day-to-day living, there was a complete system for everything.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, without seeking to understand further.

But there were some who would learn all sorts of knowledge and language within Divine Emperor, study the principles of martial arts, and deeply understand everything about this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game and innovate based on the existing foundations.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—nearly all the martial artist’s foundations were thoroughly studied by him, reaching the top level of Return to Simplicity, a master’s level.

Among all the hundreds of millions of players, the number of those who achieved this was only a mere thousand or so.

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

At this moment, what he needed to do was to let this body firmly remember and become his instinct.

It was just that this body was really too weak.

Ordinary levels of practice could only be sustained for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength wasn’t even half of that of a normal person.

What was even more discouraging was that the Basic Internal Skill could not be practiced at all.

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

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and swiftness, he could even surpass normal people by a notch.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root were like those of a genius.

It was only his physical endurance, for some unknown reason, that was extraordinarily weak.

However, after groping around for seven days, Zong Shou had also gained some understanding.

It should be due to the bloodline he carried—being a Half-demon, a mix of Human Fox, which gave him such a handsome face.

Moreover, if nothing unexpected, whether it was his father’s family or mother’s lineage, both should have uncommon origins.