Dominating Martial King
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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”

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

The reflection in the mirror was unmistakably that of a not-yet-adult teenager.

About thirteen, with a pale complexion, but possessing rarely seen handsome and exquisite features.

A pair of slender phoenix eyes, brimming with luster.

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

He remembered that not long ago, he definitely had an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would be indiscoverable in a crowd.

Unexpectedly, upon awakening from this dream, his body had changed into that of such a striking young man.

Although he appeared slightly ill and frail, he was undeniably handsome.

Even those top male celebrities known for their good looks on television in his previous life couldn’t compare.

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

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but instead was filled with bewilderment.

It was as if he was a fish that had been free to swim in the vast ocean and suddenly found itself on land.

In this world, aside from the suffocating strangeness that threatened his life, there was an added sense of dread and loneliness.

Unable to accept his fate, Zong Shou pinched his face harder, immediately feeling a pang of pain.

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

“—There’s a sense of pain, so I shouldn’t be dreaming?

But what is my identity now?

And this place, where am I?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name remembered by the body he was in now.

In his previous life, he had another name, but faced with his current situation, that was meaningless to him.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

Despair filled his chest, and he had completely given up on any thoughts of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’

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

Almost every time he woke from sleep, he would repeat the actions he had just gone through.

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior suggested that it was possibly in ancient China, yet it didn’t quite fit.

Parting the curtains further revealed an expansive wilderness outside, endless and green, which was a breath of fresh air.

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

But looking down, one could see that despite having wheels, the carriage floated about three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front tread through the air, capable of moving upwards and downwards at will.

Hence, although the carriage was enormous—with just the cabin being about forty square feet, regardless of the landscape, it could move as if on flat ground.

At the moment, no one was driving the carriage, which kept rushing straight ahead, speeding towards the distance.

The scars of sword and knife wounds on both sides of the carriage were also of great concern.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and slumped onto the soft couch covered in velvet.

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

They were all scattered and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, a good number of faces, and also, there was an imposingly tall mountain that pierced the Cloud Heaven, and an unimaginably large academy on an island occupying most of a lake.

He found it both unfamiliar and strangely familiar, and there was also an indistinct sense of fear.

The emotions were truly complicated and odd to the extreme.

In the deepest part of his mind, the only remaining fragment of memory was that of numerous mysterious characters, which together formed a complete book.

These characters were entirely different from any language in his world, but they felt incredibly familiar to him, and he could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.

It was as if he had mastered them in his former 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 popular online game that swept the world starting in 2012.

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

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

Whether it was the academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all inside the Divine Emperor in his past life.

That’s right, he remembered that, in his previous life, his last conscious moment was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

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

Alone with his sword, he fought against numerous heroes.

However, at the last moment, his body suddenly experienced a current of electricity and he lost all consciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself in a different body.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

His mind reeling once again, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking.

In the carriage, there was nothing to do anyway.

Zong Shou then drew out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His footsteps moving forward, backward, shifting, and turning, combined with his body movements, made the sword light dance within the not too big nor too small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was executed with extreme precision, almost to the point of perfection.

However, after only training Basic Swordsmanship for half a moment, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe.

And the silhouette of the sword light inevitably began to distort.

He kept himself from collapsing only by relying on his innate belief, that never-say-die resilience.

It was only when the last of his strength was completely depleted that Zong Shou finally stopped the sword light and sat gasping on the couch.

When his intensely focused attention finally dissipated, he could instantly feel all over his body, in his limbs and organs, an excruciating pain as if being scorched by flames.

This action wasn’t just due to sheer boredom, but rather pure anxiety.

The world around him, as well as his own condition, made him feel an urgent sense of crisis.

He was eager to gain some strength, or at least some capability 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 like clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, there was a complete system in place.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, without delving into the specifics.

But there were some who learned all the various knowledge and scripts within Divine Emperor, who studied the principles of martial arts extensively, and who sought to understand everything within that world.

Some could even break free from the constraints of the game and develop their own unique insights based on what they had learned.

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

He had thoroughly researched almost all the basic skills a Martial Artist needed: Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, and Basic Internal Skill, achieving the peak of Return to Simplicity, the master level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, those who had achieved this were a mere thousand or so.

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

What he needed to do now was to engrave them into this body, to make them his own instinct.

But this body of his was simply too weak.

It could only sustain normal levels of practice for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, with physical strength that was not even half of that of an ordinary person.