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

In the lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou stared expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.

The image in the mirror was undeniably of a not-yet-of-age boy.

Around thirteen years old, pale-faced, but his features were rarely handsome and exquisitely perfect.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, brimming with luster.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he still had an extremely ordinary face, the kind that one definitely couldn’t find in a crowd.

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

Although looking slightly sickly and frail, he was undeniably top-notch in handsomeness.

Even the top male celebrities known for their good looks on TV in his previous life couldn’t compare to him.

If anything was missing, it was just the aura.

But at this moment, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but rather he felt utterly bewildered.

It was as if a little fish that had been swimming freely in the sea suddenly found itself on land.

In this world, aside from the suffocating strangeness that was taking his breath away, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face hard again, only to feel a burst of pain immediately.

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

“—I can feel pain, so I should not be dreaming?

But what is my identity now?

And this place, where exactly am I?”

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

He had another name in his previous life, but in this time and place, that was already meaningless to him.

Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His chest was filled with despair, and he had completely given up on any ideas of returning or ‘waking up from a dream.'”

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

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

Today was the seventh day.

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

After pulling aside the curtain, he saw a vast expanse of plains, endlessly stretching out, lush and green, refreshing both the mind and heart.

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

But if he looked further down, he would find that the carriage, though it had wheels, was actually floating in mid-air, three feet off the ground.

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

Thus, although the carriage was enormous—with the compartment alone being forty square meters—no matter what kind of complex terrain, it could tread as if on flat ground.

And at this moment, there was no one driving in front, racing straight ahead toward the distant horizon.

The cuts and sword marks on both sides of the carriage also caught one’s attention.

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

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

They were all disjointed and incomplete.

Among them were many texts, quite a few faces, and then there was a towering giant mountain piercing the sky and an unbelievably large academy that occupied most of an island in the middle of a lake.

He felt both foreign and familiar with them, obscurely also feeling a sense of fear.

This mixture of emotions was very complicated and strange.

Lastly, at the deepest part of his mind, the only memory that remained.

Countless mysterious characters combined together to form a complete book.

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

Yet they felt extremely familiar to him, 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 truly the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face painted with total bewilderment.

— ‘Divine Emperor’ was an online game that began in 2012 and became popular worldwide.

It’s unclear which gaming company developed it, but all the accompanying gaming equipment appeared on the market suddenly.

It seemed that overnight, the entire Earth had transitioned from 2D3D online games into the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realms.

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

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

Combat amongst the Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm.

Alone with a sword, he fought against numerous rivals.

Yet in the last moment, his body suddenly felt a surge of electricity and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was in a different body.

And everything in front of him 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 the “Divine Emperor”?

As another wave of dizziness washed over his brain, Zong Shou simply gave up on everything and stopped thinking.

Since there was nothing to do in this train carriage, Zong Shou decided to take out a roughly three-foot-long Green Steel Sword and practice his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His feet moved forward and backward, advancing and retreating, shifting in harmony with his body, making the sword light flicker in the not too small, not too large carriage space.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was executed with precision down to the finest detail, almost reaching the realm of perfection.

However, after practicing Basic Swordsmanship for just half a moment, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath and covered in a cold sweat from head to toe.

The figure brandishing the sword light was inevitably a little misshapen.

He kept forcing himself to continue, driven by his innate, unyielding belief, preventing himself from collapsing to the ground.

Only when all the strength in his body had been utterly depleted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit down on the couch, panting heavily.

Once his extremely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt every part of his body, from his limbs to his internal organs, as painful as if they were being seared by flames.

This action wasn’t merely a way to pass the time out of boredom; it stemmed from a simple unease.

This world and even his own circumstances made him feel an urgent sense of crisis, an impatient desire to gain some strength, at least enough for self-preservation.

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

Whether it was Martial Arts, language, the Five Senses, Combat, even down to clothing, food, shelter, and travel, there was a complete system.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, without delving deeper.

But there were others who made every effort to learn various types of knowledge and language within the Divine Emperor, to study the principles of Martial Arts thoroughly, to deeply understand everything in that world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game, creating new strategies based on existing knowledge.

Zong Shou was not just one of these people, but a standout among them.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—he had thoroughly researched all the foundations of a Martial Artist, reaching the master level of returning to simplicity.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, those who achieved this were numbered only in the thousands.

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

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

It’s just that this body of his was really too weak.

Ordinary practice could only sustain him for the duration of a cup of tea, his physical strength not even half of a normal person’s.

What was even more disheartening was that Basic Internal Skill was completely untrainable for him.

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

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, quickness, he could even surpass ordinary people.

His root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root could also be considered of genius caliber.

It was just his physical endurance, for some unknown reason, that was abnormally weak.

However, after groping around for seven days, Zong Shou had some clues.

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

Moreover, if things turned out as expected, both his father’s lineage and his mother’s lineage should be extraordinary.

“The characteristics of this Human Clan bloodline are not yet clear.

But this demon clan bloodline is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Demon Fox.

In the whole Cloud Realm, there probably aren’t more than a few thousand!

If one side could overwhelm the other, that would be one thing, but they are in a deadlock.

In this Divine Emperor World, nearly everyone practices Martial Arts; even an underage youth can often channel a meridian.

An inconspicuous commoner can also possess not-so-ordinary Martial Arts.

With a body like mine, possessing not a trace of Inner Strength, and not the strength to truss a chicken, it truly is rare—”