Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I’ve really transgressed…”

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

The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of an underage boy.

He appeared to be about thirteen, with a pale complexion.

However, his facial features were unusually handsome and exquisitely beautiful.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, sparkled with light.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he clearly had a very average face, the kind that couldn’t be found in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, after waking from this dream, his body had turned into that of this suave young man.

Although he looked a little sickly and weak, he was certainly top-tier handsome without a doubt.

Even the top male stars known for their good looks on TV in his previous life couldn’t come close.

If there was anything lacking, it would only be the temperament.

However, at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy whatsoever, but rather felt utterly lost and bewildered.

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

In this world, apart from that suffocating strangeness, there was also an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.

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

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

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

But what is my identity now?

And where on earth is this place?”

‘Zong Shou’ — that was the name he found in the memories of this body.

In his previous life, he had another name, but in his current circumstances, it no longer mattered to him.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His heart was filled with despair, and he had 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 now.

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

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the décor style of the carriage interior, it seemed to be from ancient China, yet not quite.

When he pulled back the curtain, he saw endless fields outside, a limitless expanse of green that was refreshing to the soul.

The air was also fresh and invigorating, without the slightest hint of pollution found in the modern world.

But if he looked further down, he would notice that the carriage, though with wheels, was suspended 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.

Therefore, even though the carriage body was massive, just the carriage itself was a full forty square meters, but it could traverse any complex terrain effortlessly.

At the moment, with no one driving in front, it rushed straight ahead, speeding towards the distance.

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

Zong Shou only felt dizzy and collapsed onto the soft couch padded with swan velvet.

Then, with barely a thought, a series of fragmented memories floated up in his mind.

All disjointed and incomplete.

Among them were many words, quite a few faces, and also a towering mountain that pierced the sky, and a college that unimaginably occupied most of an island in the lake.

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

Such feelings were extremely complex and strange.

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

Numerous mysterious characters combined to form a complete book.

These characters were completely different from any of the writing in his previous world.

Yet they also felt extremely familiar to him, even as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this demon language.

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

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face displaying a look of complete bewilderment.

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

No one knew which gaming company developed it, and all of the associated gaming equipment also appeared suddenly on the market.

It seemed that overnight, the whole Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual holographic illusory realms.

The college, the mountain, and those demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all in the Divine Emperor during his previous life.

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

The Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm competed for supremacy.

Alone, with just a sword, I fought against a host of heroes.

Yet at the final moment, a surge of electricity passed through my body, and I lost all consciousness.

When I awoke again, I found myself in a different body.

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

At this moment, am I in a game, or a real world?

Or perhaps, does this world have some connection with “Divine Emperor”?

Feeling dizzy again in my mind, Zong Shou simply let everything go, no longer pondering.

Inside this carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began to practice swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His footsteps moved forward and backward, turning and transferring in coordination with his body, creating flashes of sword light within the not-so-big nor too-small space of the carriage.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the millimeter, almost perfect.

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

And the silhouette of the sword light couldn’t help but be slightly distorted.

It was only by clinging to his innate, untamable belief that he managed to keep from collapsing to the ground.

Only when the last bit of strength in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword light, breathing heavily as he sat on the couch.

When that intensely focused attention finally scattered, he immediately felt a burning pain throughout his body, in every limb and organ.

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

This world, as well as his own situation, both made him feel a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was eager to gain some strength, at the very least some ability to save his own life.

In “Divine Emperor,” everything tended toward reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, the five senses, combat, or even the necessities of life, there was a complete system in place.

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

However, there were others who did everything they could to learn all sorts of knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, to study the fundamental principles of martial arts, and to deeply understand everything about this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game and create new pivots on their own original foundation.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—all the foundational layers for martial artists, he had studied thoroughly and reached the apex of returning to simplicity, the master level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, those who achieved this were few and far between, only a mere thousand or so.

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

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

But his current body was just too frail.

Even regular practice was barely sustainable for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and his physical strength was not even half that of an ordinary person.

What was even more frustrating was that he was utterly incapable of cultivating Basic Internal Skill.

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

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass an average person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should belong to the top tier of talent.

It was only his physical strength that was, for some unknown reason, abnormally weak.

However, having explored these seven days, Zong Shou already had some clues.

It was likely due to the bloodline he carried, being a Half-demon, a mix of Human and Fox blood, that he had such a handsome face.

Moreover, if there was no mistake, whether it was his paternal or maternal lineage, both should be of extraordinary origin.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its characteristics 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 more than a thousand!

It would have been fine had one been overpowering the other, but instead, they are at a stalemate.

In this Divine Emperor World, almost everyone practices martial arts, even a minor who has not come of age often manages to channel a meridian.

An inconspicuous commoner often possesses distinguished martial arts.

With a body like mine, devoid of any Inner Strength and as weak as a chicken, it’s truly rare—”

Lying on the soft couch, those thoughts that Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed in his mind were flooding back again.

In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled that mysterious text deep in his consciousness.

Divine Emperor Martial Arts are divided into twelve levels: Foundation Establishment, entry-level, Peeping Profound, Upper Grade, Spirit Marvel, Absolute Skill, Legend, Earth Penetration, Shaking Heaven, Holy Spirit, Divine Skills, Apocalypse.

The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his memory, in his experience, should be between the sixth and seventh levels, between Absolute Skill and Legend.

Even more so, it was accompanied by a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a set of Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, both also at the Absolute Skill level.

This grade of martial arts, even in the era he had experienced in Divine Emperor, filled with outstanding figures and roaming immortals, was extremely rare.

Ordinary players had basically no chance of cultivating them.

He remembered that in the game’s mid-stage, to obtain an Absolute Sword Skill, he had spent nearly a month and exerted all his effort completing over twenty continuous tasks.

After succeeding, he immediately climbed into the ranks of the top-tier players, indicating its formidable rarity.

And these four words “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou always felt as if he had heard them before, yet he couldn’t recall where they were from.

“Top-level Absolute Skill, even accompanied by a set of Fist Technique and a movement technique.

Possessing two high-order bloodlines, able to ride this Cloud Flipping Chariot and the sixteen Horned Cloud Horses, this status is definitely not that of an ordinary person, I fear it truly belongs to some noble descendant of the Cloud Realm.

Could it be that this Zong Shou is a noble son?

This surname ‘Zong’ isn’t too common, yet there is little impression of it.

As for this name, I do not know why, but it feels somewhat familiar.

Right, and those two servants—”