Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I really have traveled through time——”

Inside the luxurious and exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou expressionlessly stared at a round mirror in front of him.

The image in the mirror clearly showed a boy not yet of age.

About thirteen, with a pale complexion, yet his features were incredibly handsome and delicate.

A pair of narrow, phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he still had a very ordinary face, the kind that would be completely unnoticeable in a crowd.

Yet, unexpectedly, after waking from this dream, his body had turned into that of such a handsome man.

Though slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly first-rate in handsomeness.

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

If anything was lacking, it was only his aura.

Yet at the moment, Zong Shou felt no joy, only a sense of being utterly at a loss.

It was as if a little fish, which had been free and roaming the vast ocean, suddenly found itself on land.

In this world, apart from the deadly unfamiliar suffocation, there was also a feeling of terror and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again with force and immediately felt a sharp pain.

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

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

But who am I now?

And this strange place, where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ is the name that belongs to the current body’s memory.

In his previous life, he had a different name, but in this time and situation, it was meaningless to him.

After muttering a few words to himself, Zong Shou sighed, shifting his gaze away.

His heart was filled with despair, having completely given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’

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

Almost every time he woke from sleep, he would repeat the same action.

And today was the seventh day.

The style of the carriage’s interior decorations seemed like it belonged to ancient China, yet it was not quite right.

Upon pulling aside the curtain, the view outside revealed vast fields that stretched endlessly, lush and soothing to the eye.

The air was also fresh and invigorating, utterly free from the pollution of the modern world.

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

The sixteen unicorns in front of it were also striding through the air and could fluctuate up and down.

Thus, despite the carriage’s massive size – the carriage alone being about forty square meters – it could navigate any complex terrain as if walking on flat ground.

And at the moment, no one was driving forward; it just rushed directly forward, speeding toward the distance.

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

Zong Shou only felt dizzy and collapsed onto the soft couch covered with velvet pads.

Then, with just a slight movement of his thoughts, a stream of fragmented memories appeared in his mind.

All were broken and incomplete.

Among them were many writings, quite a few faces, and then there was a towering giant mountain piercing the clouds, and an incredibly large academy occupying most of an island in the lake.

The feelings were strange and familiar yet faintly filled with fear.

The emotions were indeed bizarre and complex.

In the end, in the deepest part of his mind, the only memory still intact was of numerous mystical characters combined together to form a complete book.

These characters, unlike any script from his world, were utterly different.

Yet they felt extremely familiar to him, even intimately known, as if they had been mastered in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language, could this truly be the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face a picture of bewildered cluelessness.

——”Divine Emperor” was a global sensation beginning in 2012, a massively popular online game.

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

It seemed like overnight, the entire Earth moved from 2D, 3D online games to an era of virtual holographic fantasy realms.

And whether it was that academy or the mountain peak, or the demon clan script in his mind, Zong Shou had encountered them all within the Divine Emperor in his former life.

That’s right, he remembered that his last conscious moments were within the “Divine Emperor” game.

In the Cloud Realm where the Seven Emperors vied for supremacy, he alone, with a sword, fought against the multitude but suddenly felt a surge of electricity through his body and lost all consciousness at the last moment.

When he woke up, he had switched bodies.

Everything before him was not the familiar Earth anymore.

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

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

As his mind reeled again, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking.

Since there was nothing to do in this train compartment, Zong Shou took out his Green Steel Sword, approximately three feet long, and began practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious compartment.

His footsteps moved forward and backward, shifting, aligning with his body, making the sword light shine in the moderate size of the compartment.

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

However, this Basic Swordsmanship, being practiced for only half a moment, had Zong Shou gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat.

And the figure of the sword light also slightly lost its shape.

It was only by his innate, stubborn belief that he kept going, preventing himself from collapsing.

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

When his extremely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt his entire body, his limbs and internal organs, all parts as if they were being scorched by flames, painful.

This action was not simply out of boredom but out of sheer restlessness.

This world, and his own situation, both filled him with a sense of urgent crisis.

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

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

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

Most players relied on the system’s default settings for playing and fighting, seeking knowledge only superficially.

However, some would do their utmost to study various knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, research the principles of martial arts deeply and understand everything about the world.

They could even break free from the confines of the game and innovate beyond its original framework.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill – he had thoroughly mastered nearly all the foundations of martial artists, reaching the highest state of Return to Simplicity, a grandmaster level.

Out of hundreds of millions of players, those who achieved this feat only numbered in the thousands.

Indeed, Zong Shou had mastered all the principles of Basic Swordsmanship, all its variations, and developments.