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

In the opulent and finely decorated carriage, Zong Shou emotionlessly looked at the round mirror before him.

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

About thirteen years old, with a pale complexion, but his features were rare in their handsomeness and delicacy.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shone brightly.

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

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

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

Although slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly first-rate in his handsome looks.

Even those top male celebrities known for their looks in TV shows from his previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was anything lacking, it was only his aura.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all; instead, he only felt lost and confused.

It was as if a fish that used to swim freely in the vast sea was suddenly on land.

In this world, apart from the suffocating strangeness that threatened his life, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face hard, and immediately felt a burst of pain.

Naturally, he found no traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“——There’s pain, so I’m probably not dreaming.

But who am I now?

And this place, where on earth is it?”

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

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

Muttering to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed, shifting his gaze away.

His heart was filled with despair.

He had given up hope of returning or ‘waking from this dream.’

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

Nearly every time he woke from sleep, he repeated the actions he had just performed.

Today was the seventh day.

Looking at the decor inside the carriage, it seemed to be from ancient China, yet not quite right.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, he saw vast expanses of wilderness stretching endlessly before him, a verdant vista that was refreshing to the heart.

The air was also crisp and fresh, without the slightest hint of the modern world’s pollution.

However, looking further down, one could see that the carriage, though it had wheels, was suspended in midair, three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in the front were also treading on air, able to rise and fall as they wished.

As such, even though the carriage was enormous—with just the compartment being forty square meters—it could traverse any complex terrain with ease.

At this moment, no one was in control at the front, as it sped straight ahead, racing towards the distance.

The scars of sword cuts and knife wounds on both sides of the carriage also drew considerable attention.

Zong Shou felt dizzy, slumping onto the velvet-cushioned couch.

Then with just a slight thought, a series of fragmented memories bubbled up in his mind.

All were disjointed and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, lots of faces, and then there was a majestic mountain piercing the clouds and a college so large it took up most of an island within a lake.

The feelings were at once foreign and familiar, with an underlying sense of fear.

It was truly an odd and complicated state of mind.

Finally, deep within his mind, the only memory that remained was a passage.

Countless mystical characters combined to form a complete book.

These characters were completely different from any kind of writing in his world, yet they felt extremely familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in a previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

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

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of confusion and helplessness.

——”Divine Emperor” was a network game that began in 2012 and swept the world.

No one knew which game company developed it, and all the supporting gaming equipment suddenly appeared 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.

And whether it was the academy, the mountain peak, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all within “Divine Emperor” in his previous life.

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

The Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm were clashing.

He, alone with a sword, fought against numerous heroes.

But in the last moment, his body suddenly jolted with an electric current, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had changed bodies.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

His mind reeled again, and Zong Shou simply let go of everything, no longer trying to think.

In this carriage, there was nothing to be done anyhow.

Zong Shou then took out a Green Steel Sword that was about three feet long and began practicing swordsmanship within the relatively spacious carriage.

His feet moved forward and backward, turning and shifting, coordinated with his body, causing the sword light to flash within the not-too-big, not-too-small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the extreme, almost reaching perfection.

However, after just half a moment of practicing this Basic Swordsmanship, Zong Shou was already gasping for air, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

And the silhouette of his sword light inevitably became a bit distorted.

It was only by clinging to his innate belief, the one that refused to accept defeat, that he managed to keep from collapsing to the ground.

Not until he had exhausted the last bit of his strength, did Zong Shou finally stop the sword light, sitting on the bed gasping for air.

Once his extremely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt pain all over his body, in his limbs and internal organs, as if they were being scorched by flames.

This was not simply out of boredom, but purely out of unease.

This world, and his own situation, both gave him 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 was close to reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, the five senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system for everything.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings for gameplay and fighting, not delving too deeply.

However, some players would try their best to learn all the knowledge and language within “Divine Emperor”, study the principles of martial arts, and deeply understand everything in the world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game, creating their own innovations on top of the existing foundation.

And Zong Shou was not only one of them but also one of the best among them.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill— he had thoroughly researched nearly all the foundational skills of a martial artist, reaching the peak level of “Return to Simplicity”, a mastery level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, the number who had achieved this was only a mere thousand or so.

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