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

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror in front of him with an expressionless face.

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

About thirteen, with a pale complexion, but those facial features were unusually handsome and exquisitely flawless.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shone brilliantly.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he was just an exceedingly ordinary face in the crowd, the kind one could never find if thrown into a mass of people.

Unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had turned into such a handsome man.

Though slightly sickly and delicate, there was no doubt he was top-notch in terms of handsomeness.

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

If anything was lacking, it was merely the temperament.

However, at this moment, Zong Shou felt not a trace of joy but, rather, a sense of confusion and loss.

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

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

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou once again pinched his face forcefully and immediately felt a wave of pain.

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

“—There is pain, so I must not be dreaming?

But what is my identity now?

And where is this godforsaken place?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name in the memories of the body he now occupied.

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

Mumbling to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His chest was filled with despair, and he had completely given up on the notion of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’

In fact, it had been several days since he arrived in this world.

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

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the decoration style inside the carriage, it seemed to be from ancient China, yet it didn’t quite fit.

Parting the curtains to look outside, he saw vast expanses of wilderness stretching endlessly, lush and refreshing to the spirit.

The air was also pure and refreshing, devoid of any pollution from the modern world.

However, looking closer, one would notice that the carriage, though it had wheels, was floating in mid-air, three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also walking on air and could ascend and descend freely.

Therefore, even though the carriage was enormous, with the carriage compartment alone being about forty square meters, it could effortlessly traverse any complex terrain.

At this moment, no one was controlling it in the front, and it was rushing straight ahead at high speed toward the distance.

The markings of blade and sword wounds on both sides of the carriage also drew particular attention.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and slumped onto the soft couch covered with swan feathers.

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

They were shattered and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, a number of faces, and then there was also a majestic mountain that pierced the Cloud Heaven, an academy so large it occupied most of an island in a lake.

Feeling both alien and familiar, as well as a vague sense of fear, his emotions were incredibly complex and bizarre.

Lastly, deep within his mind, the only fragment of memory that remained intact was a series of mystical characters that combined into a complete book.

These characters were completely different from any in his previous world, yet they felt incredibly familiar, as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

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

Zong Shou’s lips couldn’t help but twitch slightly, yet his face was full of confusion and helplessness.

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

It was unknown which game company developed it, but all the supporting gaming equipment also appeared on the market out of the blue.

It seemed that in just one night, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realm.

Whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or these characters of the demon clan in his mind, Zong Shou had seen them all within Divine Emperor in his previous life.

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

It was a fierce competition among the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm.

He, alone with his sword, battled against the multitude of heroes.

But in the final moment, a sudden electric current passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.

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

And everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

Feeling dizzy once again, Zong Shou simply gave up on everything and stopped thinking.

Having nothing to do in this carriage, Zong Shou then took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing swordsmanship in the rather spacious carriage.

His footwork involved advancing, retreating, and shifting, coordinated with his body movements, creating a dance of sword light within the carriage that was neither too big nor too small.

Just like in his past life, every sword form and every step was precise to the extreme, almost perfect.

However, having practiced only this Basic Swordsmanship for half a moment, Zong Shou was already panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe.

And that sword light figure inevitably began to distort slightly.

It was only by clinging to his innate, never-say-die belief that he kept himself from collapsing to the ground.

It wasn’t until all his strength was completely exhausted that Zong Shou finally stopped the sword light and sat on the couch, gasping for breath.

When his previously highly concentrated attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt as if every part of his body, his limbs, and internal organs, were all in agony as if scorched by flames.

This act was not just out of idleness, but pure unease.

This world, as well as his own situation, filled him with a sense of crisis and urgency.

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, the five senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system for all of it.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, without diving deeper.

But there were others who would do everything they could to learn about all kinds of knowledge and characters within Divine Emperor, to research the principles of various martial arts, and to deeply understand everything in this world.

They could even break free from the game’s framework and confinement to forge their own path based on existing foundations.

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

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill, he had thoroughly studied almost all the foundations of martial artists to the highest level of Return to Simplicity, a master’s level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only a meager thousand or so who had achieved this.

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

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

However, this body of his was simply too weak.

Even just normal practice was only sustainable for the duration of a cup of tea, and his stamina wasn’t even half that of an average person.

What was even more frustrating was that the Basic Internal Skill was entirely untrainable.

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

In fact, when it came to strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass an average person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should belong to that of a genius.

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