Dominating Martial King
Chapter 189 - 189 182

189: 182 189: 182 Back then, in his previous life, his last conscious thought was in the “Divine Emperor” game.

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

He, alone with a sword, bravely fought against numerous rivals.

Yet, in the final moment, his body suddenly experienced an electric shock, losing all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had switched bodies.

Everything in front of him was no longer the familiar world.

So, at this very moment, was he in the game or in a real world, 13,000 years in the past?

Feeling dizzy again in his mind, Zong Shou simply put aside everything and stopped thinking.

In this carriage, having nothing else to do, Zong Shou then drew out a green steel sword, about three feet long, and began practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious interior of the carriage.

His footwork, advancing and retreating, shifting and turning, matched with his movements, made the sword light shine within the not-too-small, not-too-large carriage.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was executed with utmost precision, almost perfection.

However, this basic swordsmanship, practiced for only half a moment, had already left Zong Shou gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

The silhouette of the sword light also inevitably went slightly off form.

It was only his inherent belief, the inability to admit defeat, that kept him from collapsing to the ground.

Only when the last of his strength was utterly depleted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sat down on the couch, panting heavily.

When that extreme concentration finally dispersed, he could feel every muscle and bone, every limb and organ in his body aching as if they were being seared by flames.

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

This world, as well as his own current situation, pressed upon him a sense of imminent crisis.

He desperately wanted to gain some strength, at least some means to preserve his life.

In his previous life, for that game, he had practiced and studied all the basics of martial arts to the level of a grandmaster.

In the whole Cloud Realm, those who achieved this numbered no more than a thousand.

He had mastered all the theories and variations of the sword.

What he needed to do now was to make this body remember them, to make them instinctual.

But this body of his was far too frail.

Even just a normal exercise session could only last the duration of a tea break, and his physical strength was even less than half that of an ordinary person.

What was even more frustrating was that the basic internal skills could not be cultivated at all.

It was not that Zong Shou’s body was really weak.

In fact, considering strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even surpass an ordinary person.

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

It was only his stamina that was peculiarly weak.

But after groping around these seven days, Zong Shou had some clues.

It should be due to the bloodline heritage he carried, being a half-demon, a mix of human and fox, which gave him such a handsome face but also such a frail physique.

And if expectations held, whether on his father’s side or his mother’s, both should be from no ordinary lineage.

“This Human Clan bloodline, still unclear on its characteristic.

But this demon clan blood lineage is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.

Across the entire Cloud Realm, those who carry this bloodline might not exceed a hundred!

If one aspect could overwhelm the other, it would be better, but unfortunately, it’s a deadlock.

In the Cloud Realm, no matter the era, almost everyone practices martial arts, even a minor who is not yet of age could open up a meridian.

An inconspicuous commoner can also often possess distinguished martial arts.

In a body like mine, with not even a bit of inner strength, and as weak as an unbound chicken, it is indeed rare—”

Lying on a soft bed, those thoughts Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed in his mind once again surged forth.

In his mind, he almost subconsciously recalled that mysterious demon language from the depths of his memory.

This Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his memory, along with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a set of Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all worthy of being called absolute martial arts techniques.

And these words “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou always felt he might have heard them somewhere, yet couldn’t remember where.

“Top-level absolute skills, and even paired with a set of fist technique and movement technique.

Possessing two high-order bloodlines, this identity is definitely not that of an ordinary person, probably really a descendant of some notable figure in the Cloud Realm.

Could it be that Zong Shou is a noble son–Zong by surname–born from that already extinct Heavenly Fox Clan?

This name, somehow, feels vaguely familiar, too.

Right, and those two servants—”

Thinking of the two people who had traveled with him these seven days, and who were momentarily apart from him now, Zong Shou involuntarily felt dizzy again.

Given their extraordinary nature, the prominence of his own identity might well exceed his imagination.

Moreover, the thought of the world from the game becoming real, and that he was actually in it, made Zong Shou find it all the more incredible.

As he was pounding with headache, suddenly, a whistling sound came from outside the carriage.

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and turned to look out the window.

He saw a woman in colorful skirts, leaping and rushing towards them.

Although she was on foot, her speed even surpassed the sixteen horned horses.

And in her delicate hands, she was even holding a huge beast carcass!

Seeing Zong Shou watching from inside the carriage, the woman immediately looked up and sweetly smiled.

Her features were graceful and her eyes picturesque, and on each side behind her ears were a pair of exceedingly cute white cat ears.

It was none other than Su Chuxue, one of the two servants who had been with him since he woke up in this world.

And following her was a mighty Great Han.

He was the coachman of this carriage, called Yiin Yang, standing nine feet tall with muscles that looked like they were cast from iron.