Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I’ve really transmigrated—”

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed expressionlessly at a round mirror before him.

The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of a boy not yet of age.

About thirteen, with a pale face, but those features were rarely handsome and exquisitely perfect.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, shimmering with light.

However, at this moment, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that just a short while ago, he still had an extremely ordinary face, the kind that absolutely could not be found in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had changed into that of such a handsome man.

Although slightly sickly and delicate, he was undoubtedly top-notch in handsomeness.

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

If there was something lacking, it would only be his demeanor.

At this moment, however, instead of any joy, Zong Shou felt nothing but confusion.

It was as if he were a fish that had been freely swimming in the sea and had suddenly come onto land.

In this world, aside from that suffocating strangeness, he felt a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own cheek hard, immediately feeling pain.

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

“—The pain seems real; am I not dreaming?

But now, what exactly is my identity?

And this place, where on earth is it?”

‘Zong Shou,’ was the name in the memories of this body he now inhabited.

In his previous life, he had another name, but in this time and place, that was meaningless to him.

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

His heart was filled with despair, having completely given up on any notion of returning or ‘wakening’ from a dream.

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

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

Today was already the seventh day.

Looking at the decor inside the carriage, it seemed to be ancient China, yet it was neither here nor there.

He then pulled back the curtains, and saw outside vast expanses of meadows stretching unbounded, verdant and refreshing to the spirit.

The air too was fresh and invigorating, utterly devoid of the pollution of the modern world.

However, looking further down, one would notice the carriage, though with wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground.

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

Thus, though the carriage body was large, with just the carriage compartment being about forty square meters, it could traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.

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

On both sides of the carriage, those marks from swords and knives were extremely concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-covered soft couch.

Then with a slight shift in thought, a series of fragmented memory pictures floated up in his mind.

They were all disjointed and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, quite a few faces, and furthermore, there was a towering great mountain piercing the skies, a school so large it occupied half of an island in a lake.

It felt both strange and familiar, and vaguely, there was also a sense of fear.

This kind of emotion was extremely complex and bizarre.

At last in the deepest part of his mind, the only memory still intact was a collection of many mysterious characters forming a complete book.

These characters were completely different from any kind of writing in his world.

Yet, they too felt extremely familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could this really be the Divine Emperor World?”

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

—— “Divine Emperor,” was a virtual game that began in 2012 and became a global sensation.

No one knew which game company developed it, as all the accompanying gaming equipment also appeared suddenly on the market.

It seemed as if overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games into the era of virtual holographic illusions.

And whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan script in his mind, he had seen them all inside Divine Emperor in his previous life.

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

Cloud Realm Seven Emperors’ strife.

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

Yet, at the last moment, his body suddenly experienced an electric shock, losing all consciousness.

When he awoke, he had already switched bodies.

Everything around him was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

His mind dizzied again, and Zong Shou simply gave up on all thoughts, opting not to think further.

In this train carriage, where he had nothing else to do, Zong Shou then pulled out a Green Steel Sword, about three feet long, and began to practice swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His feet moved forward and backward, shifting and coordinating with his body, making the sword light shine in the not-too-big, not-too-small carriage.

Just as in his previous life, each sword form and each step was precise to the extreme, nearly perfect.

However, he had barely practiced Basic Swordsmanship for half a moment when Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his whole body sweating profusely.

And the silhouette of sword light inevitably became slightly distorted.

It was only his innate, stubborn determination that kept him from collapsing on the floor.

Until the last bit of his strength was completely exhausted.

Zong Shou finally stopped the sword light and sat on the couch, panting.

When that extreme concentration finally dispersed, he could immediately feel every part of his body, his limbs and organs, aching as if they were being seared by flames.

This action was not just born out of boredom but out of sheer unease.

This world and his own situation provoked a sense of crisis and urgency in him.

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

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

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

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, seeking no further understanding.

But there were also people who would learn all sorts of knowledge and languages available within Divine Emperor, study the principles of martial arts, and comprehend everything about this world in depth.

They could even break free from the constraints of the game and develop their own tactics based on existing foundations.

Not only was Zong Shou one of them, but he was also one of the finest among these people.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—he had thoroughly researched almost every foundational skill for martial artists, achieving the top level of Return to Simplicity, a master’s realm.

Among all the hundreds of millions of players, there were only about a thousand who had achieved this.

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

What he needed to do now was simply to make this body remember firmly, making it his own instinct.

But this body was truly too weak.

Even ordinary practice lasted only as long as a cup of tea, and his physical strength was even less than half of an ordinary person’s.

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

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

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and nimbleness, he could even exceed an ordinary person slightly.

His root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should also belong to a first-class talent.

It was just the stamina that, for some unknown reason, was exceptionally weak.

But after seven days of exploring, Zong Shou had already found some clues.

It seemed to be due to the bloodline he carried; being a Half-demon, a Human Fox hybrid, that gave him such a handsome face.

And if he was not mistaken, both his father’s and mother’s families were likely to have extraordinary origins.