Dominating Martial King
Chapter 168 - 168 165 Integrating Martial Intent

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“It seems I really have traveled through time—”

In a luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou watched emotionlessly at a round mirror in front of him.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed an underage boy.

About thirteen, pale-faced, but his features were exceptionally handsome and exquisite.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shimmered radiantly.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he had a completely ordinary face that would be absolutely unnoticeable in a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, after waking from this dream, his body had changed into such a handsome young man.

Though slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly handsome.

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

If anything was lacking, it was merely his demeanor.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather, he felt utterly lost.

He felt like a fish that had been freely swimming in the ocean that suddenly found itself on land.

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

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou once again pinched his face hard, immediately feeling pain, and naturally, he found no traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“—There’s physical pain, so could this not be a dream?

But what exactly is my identity now?

And this place, where am I?”

‘Zong Shou’ was 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.

Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His heart was filled with despair; as for returning or ‘waking from the dream,’ he had completely given up.

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

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

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of decorations inside the carriage, it seemed to be in ancient China, but not quite the same.

Pulling aside the curtain, he saw endless fields outside, a vast expanse of lush greenery that was refreshing and invigorating.

The air was also fresh and pleasant, completely devoid of the pollution typical in the modern world.

However, looking further down, one could see that this carriage, although it had wheels, was floating in the air, three feet above the ground.

The sixteen unicorns in front were also treading in the air, capable of moving up and down.

Thus, although the carriage was huge, with just the carriage itself being about forty square meters, it could travel smoothly over any terrain.

At this moment, no one was driving it, just rushing straight ahead and speeding towards the distance.

The slashes and cuts on both sides of the carriage were also extremely noteworthy.

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

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 characters, quite a few faces, and also a towering mountain that pierced the clouds and a massive academy occupying most of an island in a lake.

He felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and vaguely fearful as well.

This emotion was truly complex and bizarre to the extreme.

The deepest part of his mind retained a single fragment of memory.

It contained numerous mystical characters assembled together to form a complete book.

These characters, unlike any language from his world, felt extremely familiar to him, almost 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 really the Divine Emperor World?”

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

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

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

It seemed that, overnight, the entire Earth had moved 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 in the Divine Emperor in his previous life.

Right, he remembered at the end of his previous life, his last consciousness was inside the “Divine Emperor” game.

In the Cloud Realm, Seven Emperors competed for supremacy.

He, alone with a sword, fought against a multitude of opponents.

However, at the last moment, a sudden electric shock passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.

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

Everything in front of him was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

Or perhaps, was this world connected to the “Divine Emperor”?

A wave of dizziness hit him again, and Zong Shou simply stopped thinking about everything.

Inside this train compartment, since there was nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword, about three feet long, and started practicing his sword techniques in the relatively spacious compartment.

His footsteps moved forward, backward, and shifted, coordinating with his body, causing the sword light to shine in the small-to-medium sized compartment.

Just like in his previous life, every sword form and every step were precise to an extreme degree, almost perfect.

However, this Basic Swordsmanship, after just half a moment of practice, had already left Zong Shou gasping for air, drenched in sweat.

The silhouette of the sword light also inevitably lost its form.

It was only by clinging to his innate, never-say-die attitude, that he managed to keep from collapsing on the floor.

Only when the last bit of energy in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and he sat gasping for breath on the berth.

When that intensely concentrated attention finally dispersed, he could feel every part of his body, every limb and organ, aching as if burned by flames.

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

This world, along with his own situation, made him feel a pressing sense of crisis.

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

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

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

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, not seeking deeper understanding.

But there were also some people who would learn as much as they could about the various types of knowledge and language within the Divine Emperor, study the principles of martial arts in depth, and thoroughly understand everything about this world.

They could even break free from the game’s restrictions and invent their own tactics based on what they learned.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Inner Strength—he had thoroughly researched almost all the foundations of martial artists, reaching the pinnacle of ‘Return to Simplicity’, a master level.

Among the hundreds of millions of players, those who achieved this were only about a thousand in number.

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

What he needed to do now was just to make this body remember these skills thoroughly, to turn them into his own instincts.

However, this body of his was just too weak.

Even ordinary practice could only be sustained for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength was even less than half of that of an ordinary person.

What was even more frustrating was that the Basic Inner Strength could not be cultivated at all.

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

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

His root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should also belong to the genius tier.

It was just his stamina that, for some reason, was extraordinarily weak.

However, after these seven days of figuring things out, Zong Shou had already gotten some clues.

It should be because of the bloodline he carried.

Being a half-demon, a Human Fox hybrid, was what gave him such a handsome face.

Moreover, if he wasn’t mistaken, both his paternal and maternal families should have extraordinary origins.

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

But this demon clan bloodline clearly belongs to the Seven-tailed Demon Fox.

Throughout the entire Cloud Realm, there are probably no more than a few thousand!

If one side could overcome the other, it would be okay, but instead, they are at a stalemate.

In this Divine Emperor World, almost everyone practices martial arts, even a minor who has yet to come of age often can unblock a meridian.

An inconspicuous commoner also often possesses considerable martial arts skills.

For a body like mine, without the slightest bit of inner strength, utterly powerless, it is truly rare—”