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

In the extravagantly adorned carriage, Zong Shou watched his reflection in a round mirror, his face expressionless.

The image in the mirror was that of a youth not yet of age, about thirteen years old with a pale complexion.

However, his facial features were rare in their handsomeness and refinement.

A pair of slender, phoenix-like eyes sparkled brilliantly, yet they were filled with a sense of bitterness and helplessness at the moment.

He remembered that just a short while ago, his face had been utterly ordinary, the kind that would never stand out in a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, after waking from that dream, he found himself in the body of such a handsome man.

Although he appeared somewhat delicate and sickly, he was undeniably top-tier in looks.

Even the top male celebrities famous for their good looks on TV in his previous life could not compare.

What was missing was merely his aura.

But at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy, only a sense of confusion and being at a loss.

He felt like a free-swimming fish that had been living in the vast ocean and suddenly found itself on dry land.

In this world, aside from the deadly strangeness that was suffocating, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face hard, and immediately felt a sharp pain, naturally finding no signs of cosmetic surgery on his face.

“—There’s a sense of pain, so it can’t be a dream?

But now, what exactly is my identity?

And this place, where exactly is it?”

‘Zong Shou,’ was the name that belonged to the memories of this body.

In his previous life, he had another name, but in this situation, it was meaningless to him.

Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, feeling utterly despairing in his heart, and had completely given up on any idea of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’

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

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

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seemed to be from ancient China.

Yet, something was off about it.

He pulled back the curtain and saw a vast expanse of wilderness extending to the horizon, lush and vibrant, which was pleasing to both the eye and the mind.

The air was fresh and invigorating, free of the pollution of the modern world.

But looking down, he realized that although the carriage had wheels, it was suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground.

The sixteen horses with single horns on their foreheads were trotting on air, able to fluctuate up and down as they went.

Thus, although the carriage was large, with the cabin alone being a good forty square meters, it could navigate any complex terrain with ease.

And at this moment, no one was piloting it; it was charging straight ahead, speeding towards the distance.

The scars of blade and sword cuts on both sides of the carriage were also extremely noteworthy.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the velvet-padded soft couch.

Then, with only a slight stirring of thought, a series of fragmented memories floated into his mind.

They were all broken and incomplete.

Among them were many texts, quite a few faces, and then there was a towering mountain reaching into the clouds and a college on an island in the middle of a lake so large it was unimaginable.

The feelings were both foreign and familiar, mixed with an indistinct sense of fear.

His emotions were indeed complex and peculiar to the extreme.

Lastly, in the deepest part of his mind, was the only memory that remained intact.

Numerous mystical characters were grouped together, forming a complete book.

These characters, different from any type of writing in his world, still felt incredibly familiar to him, to the extent that he could be said to know them like the back of his hand.

As if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“The 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 displayed utter bewilderment.

—”Divine Emperor” was an online game that started in 2012 and quickly swept across the world.

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

It was as if overnight, 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, or these demon clan characters in his head, he had seen them all before in “Divine Emperor” in his previous life.

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

In the battle for supremacy among the Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm, he fought a multitude of experts alone with a single sword.

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

When he woke up again, he found himself in a different body.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

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

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

A wave of dizziness hit his brain again, and Zong Shou simply let go of everything, no longer thinking about it.

In the carriage, where he had nothing to do, Zong Shou pulled out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing his swordsmanship within the relatively spacious interior.

His footsteps advanced, retreated, and shifted, coordinating with his body, making the sword light flash within the not too large or small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, each sword form and each step were executed with precision to an extreme degree, bordering on perfection.

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

The sword light and his figure also started to lose shape inevitably.

It was only his innate, unyielding belief that kept him going, preventing him from collapsing.

Not until the last bit of strength in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the flashing sword light and sit on the couch, panting heavily.

When his extremely focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt a burning pain throughout his body, as if every part, every limb, and organ was being seared by flames.

This act was not just out of boredom, but pure anxiety.

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

He was desperate to gain some strength, to at the very least have some ability to save his own life.

Everything in “Divine Emperor” was close to reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, the five senses, combat, or even daily needs like food and clothing, all had a complete system.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings for gaming and combat without seeking deep understanding.

But there were also some who would do their utmost to learn various kinds of knowledge and language from within “Divine Emperor”, studying the principles of martial arts in depth, and understanding everything about that world.

They could even break free from the confines of the game’s framework and innovate based on the original foundations.

Not only was Zong Shou one of them, but he was 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 researched all the basics for martial artists, reaching the highest level of “Return to simplicity” and master status.

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

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

What he needed to do now was to let this body firmly remember it all so it would become second nature.

Only, his body was just too weak.

Ordinary practice could only sustain him for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength was even less than half that of an average person.

What was more disheartening was that the Basic Internal Skill couldn’t be cultivated at all.

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

In terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even surpass an average person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root could be considered top-tier talent material.

It was only his physical strength that was inexplicably weak.