Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I’ve really transmigrated—”

Inside the luxurious and exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou expressionlessly gazed at the round mirror before him.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a not-yet-adult boy.

Around thirteen, with a pale complexion, but the facial features were rarely seen, delicate, and peerless.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shimmered with light.

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

I remember just a short while ago, I was just an ordinary face in the crowd, the kind that could never be found if lost.

But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, my body had turned into that of this handsome man.

Although he looked slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly top-notch in looks.

Even the top male stars known for their handsomeness in TV shows from my previous life could not compare.

If anything was lacking, it was merely a matter of temperament.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather, he felt completely at a loss.

It was as if a fish that freely swam in the vast ocean suddenly found itself on land.

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

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

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

“—There’s pain, so I must not be dreaming.

But what exactly is my identity now?

And this place, where on earth is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ is the name of his current body’s memory.

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

Muttering to himself for a bit, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, feeling absolutely despairing about returning or ‘waking up’ from this dream.

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

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

Today was already the seventh day.

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

Looking out from the parted curtains, he saw vast expanses of meadows stretching boundlessly, lush and relieving to the heart.

The air was also fresh and pleasant, without the slightest bit of the turbidity commonly found in the modern world.

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

The sixteen single-horned horses in front of the carriage were treading on air, capable of maneuvering up and down effortlessly.

Thus, even though the carriage was massive, just the compartment alone was about forty square meters, allowing it to navigate any complex terrain with ease.

And at that moment, no one was driving it; it just swiftly continued straight ahead, speeding off into the distance.

The marks of swords and cuts on the sides of the carriage were also extremely concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and slumped onto the velvet-cushioned couch.

Then, with just a mere thought, a series of memory fragments surfaced in his mind.

All were fragmented and incomplete.

Among them, there were many texts, quite a few faces, and then there was a towering giant mountain piercing the sky and a school on an island occupying most of a large lake.

It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and vaguely, there was a sense of fear.

This feeling was extremely complicated and ambiguous.

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

There were countless mystical characters combined together, forming a complete book.

These characters, unlike any language from his world, felt extremely familiar to him, almost as if he had mastered them in a previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this demon script.

Could this place really be the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face full of confusion.

—’Divine Emperor’ was an online game that became popular worldwide starting in 2012.

The company that developed it, as well as all the associated gaming equipment, suddenly appeared on the market.

It seemed like it happened overnight, the entire Earth had transitioned from 2D and 3D online games into the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realms.

Whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan script in his mind, he had seen them all inside the Divine Emperor during his past life.

Indeed, he recalled that at the end of his past life, his last conscious moment was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors competed fiercely.

Alone with a sword, he battled against numerous adversaries.

Yet, in the final moment, he suddenly felt an electric current passing through his body, losing all consciousness.

When he awoke again, he found himself in a new body.

Everything around him was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

His mind dizzy again, Zong Shou simply let go of everything, no longer thinking about it.

In this train compartment, having nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and started practicing swordsmanship in the relatively spacious compartment.

His footsteps advanced and retreated, shifting positions in coordination with his body, making the sword light shine within the not too large, not too small compartment.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precisely executed to the extreme, nearly perfect.

However, this Basic Swordsmanship, after only half a moment, left Zong Shou gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

The silhouette of the sword light inevitably went slightly off shape.

It was only by clinging to his innate relentless belief that he kept forcing himself to stand, preventing himself from collapsing.

Not until all the remaining strength in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou finally stop the flashing sword light, gasping for breath as he sat on the couch.

When his intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt pain throughout his body, in his limbs and viscera, as if they were being scorched by flames.

This act was not merely out of boredom, but from sheer unease.

The world, as well as his own circumstances, evoked a sense of imminent crisis in him.

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

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

Whether it was martial arts, language, Five Senses, combat, or even daily essentials like clothing and food, there was a complete system.

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

Yet, some people would do their utmost to learn all sorts of knowledge and languages within the Divine Emperor, delve into the principles of martial arts, and thoroughly understand everything in this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game, creating new methods on their own.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Inner Strength — he had thoroughly studied all the foundational aspects of a martial artist, achieving the top level of Return to simplicity and master expertise.

Among all the hundreds of millions of players, the number of people who had achieved this was merely a modest thousand.

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

What he needed to do now was simply to ingrain it in this body, to make it his instinct.

But his body was truly too frail.

Just ordinary practice was enough to last only the duration of a tea session, with physical strength less than half that of an average person.

And even more frustratingly, the Basic Inner Strength was completely untrainable.

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

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

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should be considered top-tier talent.

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

However, after seven days of exploring, Zong Shou had some clues.

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

Moreover, if he wasn’t mistaken, both his paternal and maternal families should come from extraordinary backgrounds.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its characteristics are still unclear.

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

In the entire Cloud Realm, there are probably not a thousand of us!

It would have been fine if one side dominated the other, but instead, they are in a stalemate.

In this Divine Emperor World, almost everyone practices martial arts.

Even a minor not yet of age often manages to unblock his meridians.

An insignificant commoner also often possesses considerable martial arts skills.

For someone like me with a body devoid of any inner strength and powerlessness, it truly is rare—”

Lying on the soft couch, those thoughts Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed earlier once again surged forward.

In his mind, almost subconsciously, he recalled that mysterious script deep in his consciousness.