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

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror in front of him with an expressionless face.

The image in the mirror clearly showed a boy who hadn’t reached adulthood yet.

Around thirteen years old, his face pale, but those features were exceptionally handsome, exquisitely peerless.

A pair of slender phoenix eyes shimmered with light.

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

He remembered that just a short while ago, he had an extremely ordinary face, the kind that would never be found if lost in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had turned into that of such a handsome youth.

Although he appeared slightly sickly and frail, he was undeniably top-notch in terms of handsomeness.

Even the top male celebrities known for their good looks in his previous world’s television could not compare.

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

But at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, rather he just felt completely lost.

It was as if he was a small fish that had been swimming freely in the sea, but had suddenly come onto land.

In this world, aside from the strangling unfamiliarity, there was also an overwhelming feeling of fear and loneliness.

Refusing to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face harder, immediately feeling a throbbing pain.

Naturally, he didn’t find any signs of plastic surgery on his face.

“——There’s pain, so it can’t be a dream?

But what identity do I hold now?

And this godforsaken place, where is it exactly?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name that belonged to the memories of this body.

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

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His heart was filled with despair, and he had utterly given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking up’ from this dream.

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

Almost every time he awoke from sleep, he would repeat the actions he had just done.

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of decoration inside the carriage compartment, it seemed to be in ancient China, and yet it was not quite right.

As he drew back the curtains, he saw vast stretches of plains outside, endless and lush with greenery, which broadened and refreshed the mind.

The air was also fresh and invigorating, completely free from the pollution of the modern world.

However, looking further down, one would notice that although the carriage had wheels, it was suspended in mid-air, about three feet from the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also traveling through the air, capable of rising and falling at will.

Therefore, despite the carriage’s massive size, with just the compartment alone being about forty square meters, it could traverse any complex terrain with ease.

At this moment, there was no one in front steering, and the carriage hurried straight along the road, speeding towards the distance.

The slash wounds and sword marks on both sides of the carriage also drew a great deal of attention.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the soft couch upholstered with swan down.

Then, with just a slight thought, a stream of fragmented memories surfaced in his mind.

They were disconnected and incomplete.

There were many texts, a fair number of faces, and also, there was an enormous mountain piercing the clouds, and a college unimaginably large, occupying a great part of an island in a lake.

It felt both strange and familiar, and there was even a vague sense of fear.

These emotions were truly complex and bizarre to the extreme.

Lastly, in the deepest part of his mind, the only remaining segment of memory preserved intact.

Numerous mystical characters were put together, forming a complete book.

These characters were starkly different from any language in his world.

Yet, they felt extremely familiar to him, so much so that he could say he knew them like the back of his hand.

It was 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?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was filled with utter confusion.

——”Divine Emperor” was an online game that began in 2012 and became a worldwide phenomenon.

No one knew which game company developed it, but all the game equipment suddenly appeared in the market.

It seemed that overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games into the era of virtual holographic illusion realms.

And whether it was the academy, the mountain peak, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all before in Divine Emperor.

Right, he remembered that in his past life, his last moments of consciousness were within the “Divine Emperor” game.

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

Alone, with a sword in hand, he fought against many heroes but suddenly felt an electric current pass through his body at the last moment and lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a different body.

Everything in front of his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

Or perhaps, was there a connection between this world and “Divine Emperor”?

A wave of dizziness hit Zong Shou again, and he simply let go of all thoughts, not wanting to ponder any further.

In the carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out his Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began to practice swordsmanship in the fairly spacious carriage.

His footwork matched his body movements, making sword light flash in the not too large, nor too small space of the carriage.

Just like in his past life, each sword form and every step were precise to a hair’s breadth, almost perfect mastery.

However, after practicing the Basic Swordsmanship for just half a moment, Zong Shou was already panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

And that sword light and his figure unavoidably began to distort.

It was only his inherent stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat that kept him going, preventing him from collapsing.

When he had finally depleted all the strength left in his body, Zong Shou stopped the sword’s glow and sat down on the couch, gasping for air.

Once his intense concentration was broken, he immediately felt as if every part of his body, each limb and organ, were on fire with pain.

This was not simply out of boredom, but rather pure anxiety.

The world around him, as well as his own situation, instilled in him a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was desperate to gain some strength, at least enough to protect his own life.

In “Divine Emperor,” everything strived to be realistic.

Whether it was martial arts, language, the five senses, combat, or even daily life necessities, there was a complete system for it all.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings for gameplay and combat, understanding them superficially.

Yet some players did their utmost to learn various types of knowledge and language from within Divine Emperor, studying the principles of martial arts in depth, and seeking to understand every detail of that world.

They could even free themselves from the game’s constraints to create something new on the existing foundation.

Zong Shou was not only one of them, but he was also a standout amongst these people.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill — he had thoroughly researched almost all the basics for martial artists, reaching the highest master level of “return to simplicity.”

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only a mere thousand or so who had achieved this.

Actually, Zong Shou had already grasped all the principles, variations, and developments of this Basic Swordsmanship.