Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I really have crossed over—”

In the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked expressionlessly at a circular mirror before him.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a youth who was not yet of age.

Around thirteen, with pale complexion, but those features were rarely handsome, exquisitely peerless.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shone with a brilliant light.

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

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

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

Although slightly sickly and frail, he was indeed exceptionally good-looking without a doubt.

Even those top male celebrities known for their handsomeness in the television of his previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was anything missing, it was just the bearing.

But at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, only a sense of bewilderment.

It was as if he were a small fish that had been free to roam the vast ocean, suddenly finding itself on land.

In this world, apart from the frightening unfamiliarity and suffocation, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face harder, only to feel a surge of pain.

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

“—There’s a sense of pain, so am I not dreaming?

But who am I now, and where is this eerie place?”

‘Zong Shou’ is the name from the memories of the body he now possesses.

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

Muttering to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze.

His heart was filled with despair, and he had completely given up any hope of returning or ‘waking up’ from this current state.

Actually, it had already been several days since he arrived in this world.

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

And today marked the seventh day.

Looking at the interior decorations of this carriage, it seemed to be in ancient China, yet not quite.

Pulling aside the curtain, he saw vast expanses of grassland stretching to the horizon, lush and green, a view so refreshing and a clarity in the air unbefouled by the pollutants of the modern world.

However, looking further down revealed that the carriage, despite having wheels, hung three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front walked on air, capable of fluctuating up and down.

For this reason, although the carriage was enormous, with just the carriage compartment alone taking up forty square meters, it could traverse any complex terrain with ease.

And at the moment, there was no one guiding it; the carriage just hurriedly moved straight ahead, speeding toward the distance.

The slashes and sword marks on either side of the carriage were particularly concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness, collapsing onto the soft couch upholstered with swan velvet.

Then, with just a slight intention, a series of fragmented memories surfaced in his mind.

They were all disjointed and incomplete.

There were many characters, quite a few faces, and then, there was a majestic mountain that pierced the clouds and a scholarly institution so huge it occupied most of the island in the middle of a lake.

He felt both unfamiliar and yet acquainted with these memories, and there was also a vague sense of fear.

His feelings were indeed complex and bizarre to the extreme.

In the deepest part of his mind, the only memory left intact was a series of mystical characters, assembled in one place to form a complete book.

These characters were unlike any script from his world, yet they also felt extremely familiar, as if he had mastered them in his past life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

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

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

— “Divine Emperor” was an online game that swept the world starting in 2012.

No one knows which gaming company developed it, and all the associated gaming equipment also suddenly hit the market.

It was as if overnight, the entire Earth had transitioned from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realm.

And no matter whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan text in his mind, he had seen them all within the Divine Emperor in his previous life.

Right, he remembered that the last of his consciousness, in his previous life, was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

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

Alone, with a sword in hand, he fought against a multitude of heroes.

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

When he woke up again, he had switched to a different body.

The world before his eyes was also no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

His mind spun once again, and Zong Shou simply put aside all thoughts, no longer pondering.

In this carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou went on to take out a green steel sword, about three feet long, and started practicing his swordsmanship inside the carriage, which was sparsely furnished but relatively spacious.

His footwork moved back and forth, turning and shifting in harmony with his body, flashing the sword light within the confines of the not-too-small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, each sword form, each step, was executed with absolute precision, close to perfection.

However, he had only been practicing Basic Swordsmanship for half a moment when Zong Shou was already panting heavily, his body covered in cold sweat.

And the sword light and shadow inevitably began to distort slightly.

Only relying on his innate, never-say-die belief, he managed to keep himself from collapsing on the spot.

It wasn’t until the last bit of strength from his whole body was completely drained that Zong Shou stopped the sword light and sat down on the couch, gasping for air.

As his highly concentrated attention finally dispersed, he could feel every part of his body, his limbs, and his organs burning with pain, as if scorched by flames.

This action was not merely out of boredom but out of a pure sense of unease.

Both this world and his own condition were deeply troubling, giving him a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was desperate to acquire some strength, at least enough to protect his own life.

In the “Divine Emperor World,” everything tended to the realistic, 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 to engage in gameplay and combat, without delving deeper.

Yet there were some who would learn all they could of the various kinds of knowledge and language within the Divine Emperor, studying the principles of martial arts deeply and understanding everything within this world.

They could even break free from the confines of the game, creating new core techniques based on the original foundation.

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 Internal Skill—he had thoroughly researched almost all the fundamentals of martial artists, reaching the pinnacle of Return to Simplicity, the master level.

And among the countless players, the number of achievers could be counted on the fingers of one’s hands—only about a thousand people.

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

What he needed to do now was to get this body to firmly remember it, to make it an instinct.

But this body was just too weak.

Even normal practice only lasted for the length of 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 completely unable to practice Basic Internal Skill.

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

In terms of strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass the average person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should be considered first-rate talent.

It was only his endurance that, for some reason, was remarkably poor.

However, after groping around for these seven days, Zong Shou had come up with some clues.

It must be the bloodline within him; being a half-demon, a hybrid of Human Clan and demon fox, that gave him such a handsome face.

Furthermore, if not mistaken, whether it was his father’s side or his mother’s side, both should come from no ordinary origins.

“This Human Clan bloodline, I still don’t understand its characteristics.

But this demon clan bloodline is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Demon Fox.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there probably aren’t even a thousand others!

It would be fine if one side was overwhelming the other, but instead, it’s a deadlock.

In this Divine Emperor World, almost everyone practices martial arts.

Even a mere underage teenager can often channel a meridian.

It’s common for an inconspicuous citizen to possess not inferior martial arts.

A body like mine, without a hint of inner strength, too weak to truss a chicken, is indeed a rarity—”

Lying on the soft couch, the thoughts that Zong Shou had forcefully suppressed in his mind once again flooded in.

In his thoughts, almost subconsciously, he recalled the mysterious text from the depths of 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, and Apocalypse.

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

Even within it, there is a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a set of Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, both also at Absolute Skill level.