Dominating Martial King
Chapter 167 - 167 164 Slaying

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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou watched emotionlessly at a round mirror before him.

The reflection showed a boy not yet of age, about thirteen, with a pale complexion but with features that were rarely handsome and exquisitely fine.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shone brilliantly, yet were filled with a bitterness and helplessness at the moment.

He remembered how, not long before, he had a completely ordinary face, the kind that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, upon awakening from that dream, his body had turned into such a handsome man.

Although slightly feeble and sickly, he indeed possessed unparalleled handsomeness.

Even the top male stars known for their looks in his past life couldn’t compare.

The only thing missing was perhaps his aura.

However, at the moment, Zong Shou felt no joy, only a sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

It was as if a fish that had freely swum in the ocean suddenly found itself on dry land.

In this world, aside from the deadly strangeness, there was a deep sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again, only to feel a surge of pain, seeing no signs of cosmetic surgery on his face.

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

But who exactly am I now?

And this place—where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name of the body he inhabited now.

He had another name in his previous life, but in his current circumstances, that was meaningless.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze, filling his chest with despair about any return or ‘waking up’ from this dream.

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

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

Today was already the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seemed to be from ancient China, yet it was not precisely so.

Pushing aside the curtain, he saw vast wilderness outside, endless and verdant, refreshing the spirits.

The air was also crisp and refreshing, utterly free from the pollution of the modern world.

Upon a closer look, the carriage, despite having wheels, was suspended mid-air, about three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also striding through the air, capable of moving up and down.

Thus the carriage, although massive—just the cabin alone was about forty square meters—could navigate any terrain as if on flat ground.

At the moment, nobody controlled it, racing straight ahead and speeding into the distance.

The slashes and sword marks on the sides of the carriage were also of great concern.

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

Then with a mere thought, a series of fragmented memory scenes floated up in his mind.

They were disjointed and incomplete.

There were many texts, quite a few faces, and also a towering mountain piercing the sky, a school occupying most of an island in a huge lake.

Feeling both foreign and familiar, with a vague sense of fear, he found these emotions extremely complex and bizarre.

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

There were countless mysterious characters, assembled together into a complete book.

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

“The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could this really be the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, yet his face was filled with a look of utter confusion.

— “Divine Emperor” was an online game that had swept the world since its inception in 2012.

Nobody knew which game company had developed it, as all the game equipment had seemingly appeared on the market overnight.

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

Whether it was that academy, those mountain peaks, or the demon clan script in his brain, he had seen them all within Divine Emperor in his previous life.

Indeed, he remembered that in his previous life, his last conscious moment had been within the “Divine Emperor” game.

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

He fought against many with just himself and his sword, but in the final moments, his body was suddenly racked by an electric current, and he lost all consciousness.

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

Everything before him was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

Or perhaps, did this world have some connection to “Divine Emperor”?

His brain spun dizzily again, and Zong Shou simply gave up thinking about everything.

With nothing else to do in this train carriage, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing his swordsmanship in the reasonably spacious cabin.

His feet moved forward and backward, shifting and turning in sync with his body, making the sword light shine within the modest space of the carriage.

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

However, this Basic Swordsmanship, practiced for only half a moment, had Zong Shou gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe.

And the sword light and his form began to distort slightly.

It was only his inborn, stubborn refusal to give up that kept him on his feet, preventing him from collapsing.

Only when the last of his strength was completely drained did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit gasping on the couch.

When his highly focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt intense pain throughout his body, as if every part were being seared by flames.

This act was not merely due to boredom but was driven by sheer unease.

This world, as well as his own situation, filled him with a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was eager to gain some strength, at the very least to have some means to protect his life.

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

Whether it was martial arts, languages, the five 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, not seeking to understand more.

But there were others who did their utmost to learn the various kinds of knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, to study the principles of martial arts deeply, and to thoroughly comprehend everything about this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game itself, creating new opportunities on the original foundation.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill— he had thoroughly mastered almost all of the foundational aspects of a martial artist, achieving the highest level of return to simplicity, reaching the master level.

And among all the hundreds of millions of players, there were only about a thousand who had achieved such a feat.

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

All he needed to do now was to let this body firmly remember them, to become his instinct.

But this body of his was truly inadequate.

Ordinary levels of practice could only be sustained for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength was not even half that of an average person.

And what was even more frustrating was that the Basic Internal Skill could not be cultivated at all.