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

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

The image in the mirror was clearly that of a teenager, not yet of age, about thirteen, with a pale complexion.

However, his features were exceptionally handsome and exquisitely fine.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shimmered with light.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he was definitely an extremely ordinary face in the crowd, the kind that would never stand out.

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

Although slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly top-tier in handsomeness.

Even the top male stars in television renowned for their looks from his previous life couldn’t compare.

The only thing missing, perhaps, was just the aura.

At this moment, however, Zong Shou felt not a trace of joy, but rather, he felt utterly lost and bewildered.

It was as if a fish, which had been free to swim in the vast ocean, had suddenly come to land.

In this world, besides the suffocating strangeness, there was an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face harder, immediately feeling a sharp pain.

He naturally didn’t find any traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“—There’s a sense of pain, so it shouldn’t be a dream?

But who am I now, exactly?

And where in the world is this place?”

‘Zong Shou’, was the name in the memories of the body he now occupied.

He had a different name in his previous life, but in his current situation, that was meaningless to him.

Muttering to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His chest was filled with despair, with no hope left for returning or ‘waking up’.

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

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

And today marked the seventh day.

From the style of the carriage’s interior, it seemed to be ancient China, yet somewhat not quite the same.

Parting the curtains, he saw outside vast expanses of plain, stretching as far as the eye could see, brimming with greenery, refreshing to the mind and soul.

The air was also clean and invigorating, without the slightest bit of pollution from the modern world.

But looking further down, one could see that the carriage, despite having wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet above ground.

The sixteen unicorns in front were also trotting on air, capable of moving up and down at will.

Therefore, although the carriage was massive, with just the cabin itself being forty square meters, it could easily navigate any complex terrain as if on flat ground.

And at this moment in front, with no one steering, it charged straight ahead, speeding off into the distance.

The slashes and sword marks on both sides of the carriage were also quite concerning.

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

Then, with just a slight thought, a succession of memory fragments appeared in his mind.

They were all broken and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, numerous faces, and there was also an enormous mountain towering into the clouds and a school on an island in the middle of a lake, incomprehensibly large.

The feeling was both strange and familiar, with an indistinct sense of fear.

This mix of emotions was indeed bizarre and complicated to the extreme.

And finally, in the deepest depths of his mind, the sole remaining piece of memory was preserved.

Countless enigmatic characters came together to form a complete book.

These characters, unlike any language from his previous world, were still oddly familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in a previous life.

“The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could it be that this is the Divine Emperor World?”

The corners of Zong Shou’s mouth twitched involuntarily, but his face was full of confusion and loss.

—’Divine Emperor’ was an online game that took the world by storm starting in 2012.

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

It seemed that overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realms.

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

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

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

He himself, armed with a single sword, fought against a host of rivals.

Yet at the final moment, his body suddenly experienced a surge of electricity, and he lost all consciousness.

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

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

So now, was he in a game, or in a real world?

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

His mind reeled with dizziness again, and Zong Shou simply let go of all these thoughts and stopped pondering.

Since there was nothing to do in this carriage, Zong Shou decided to pull out a Green Steel Sword about three-feet-long and began practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His steps advanced, retreated, and shifted, coordinated with his body movements, making sword light flash within the confines of the neither large nor small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, each sword form and step was executed with precision, nearly reaching the state of perfection.

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

And the sword light and his silhouette inevitably became somewhat distorted.

It was only by relying on his innate, unyielding belief that he kept from collapsing.

It wasn’t until all the remaining strength in his body was completely drained that Zong Shou stopped the sword light and sat on the couch, gasping for air.

When his extreme focus finally dispersed, he instantly felt pain all over his body, in his limbs and internal organs, as if they were being scorched by flames.

This was not merely due to boredom; it was pure unease.

Both this world and his own situation made him feel an urgent sense of crisis.

He was desperate to gain some strength or at least some ability to preserve his life.

In “Divine Emperor,” everything was close to real.

Whether it was martial arts, language, senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system in place.

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

However, some people did their utmost to learn all kinds of knowledge and language within the Divine Emperor, to study the principles of martial arts extensively, to understand everything about the world.

They could even break free from the framework of the game and create new openings based on the original foundation.

Zong Shou was not only one of these people but was also among the best.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—all the martial artist’s basics, he had studied in depth, reaching the top level of Return to Simplicity, the grandmaster level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only a handful, just over a thousand, who achieved this feat.

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

What he needed to do at the moment was to make this body remember, to turn it into his instinct.

But this body of his was truly too fragile.

Just performing ordinary practice, he could barely last the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, with physical strength not even half that of an ordinary person.

What was even more disheartening was that he couldn’t practice Basic Internal Skill at all.

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

In fact, in terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even be a cut above the average person.

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

It was only his physical stamina, for some unknown reason, that was surprisingly weak.

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

It must be due to the bloodline he carried; being a Half-demon, a mix of Human and Fox, was the reason he had such a handsome face.

Moreover, if he was not mistaken, whether it was his father’s side or his mother’s side, both should be of extraordinary origins.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its traits are still not clear.

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

In the whole Cloud Realm, there can’t be more than a few thousand!

If one side could overwhelm the other it would be okay, but they are locked in a stalemate.

In the Divine Emperor World, nearly everyone practices martial arts, even underage teenagers often can unblock their meridians.

Even an inconspicuous commoner can possess decent martial arts skills.

With a body like mine, devoid of any inner strength, and unable to fight off even a chicken, it is truly rare—”