Dominating Martial King
Chapter 193 - 193 183 Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!_2

193: Chapter 183 Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!_2 193: Chapter 183 Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!_2 Right, he remembered that in his previous life, his last conscious thought was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

The Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm competed for dominance.

Alone with a sword, he fought against numerous 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 found himself in a different body.

Everything around him was no longer that familiar world.

So now, was he within the game, or was this actually the real world, a time 13,000 years in the past?

Feeling dizzy in his mind once again, Zong Shou simply set aside everything and stopped thinking about it.

With nothing to do in the carriage, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and started to practice his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His footwork was advancing, retreating, shifting, all in coordination with his body movements, making the sword light flash within the carriage, neither too large nor too small.

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

Yet after only half a moment of practicing this basic swordsmanship, Zong Shou was already panting and sweating profusely.

The sword light and his silhouette unavoidably became slightly distorted.

It was solely by his innate, stubborn refusal to admit defeat that he had been able to keep going without collapsing.

It wasn’t until all the strength in his body was completely depleted that Zong Shou finally stopped the sword light and sat down on the couch, gasping for air.

Once his extremely focused attention finally scattered, he instantly felt the pain in his muscles, limbs, and internal organs, as intense as if they were being scorched by flames.

This action wasn’t merely borne out of boredom but rather pure unease.

This world, along with his own situation, made him feel a sense of imminent crisis.

He was eager to gain some strength, at least the ability to protect himself.

In his previous life, for the sake of that game, he had studied and practiced all the Martial Artist’s basics to the level of a grandmaster.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand people who had achieved this.

He had mastered the essence and variations of swordsmanship.

What he needed to do now was just to make this body remember them firmly, to become his own instinct.

It’s only that his body was far too weak.

Even ordinary exercises could only be sustained for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength was even less than half that of an average person.

Even more depressing was the fact that he couldn’t practice Basic Internal Skill at all.

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

In terms of strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass an ordinary person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root could be considered genius-level.

It was just his physical strength that was unusually weak for some reason.

However, after seven days of groping around, Zong Shou already had some clues.

It must be because of the Bloodline he carried; as a Half-demon, a mixture of Human and Fox, he had such a handsome face.

This also resulted in his frail body.

Moreover, if he wasn’t mistaken, either his father’s or mother’s lineage should be extraordinary.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its features are still not clear.

But that demon clan bloodline is obviously that of a Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there are probably no more than a hundred with such a Bloodline!

If one side were to overwhelm the other, it would be fine, but they are deadlocked.

In this Cloud Realm, regardless of the era, martial arts are practiced by nearly everyone.

Even a minor not yet of age can often clear one channel.

An inconspicuous commoner can often possess decent Martial Arts.

For a body like mine, which is weak and lacks any Inner Strength, it is indeed rare—”

Lying on the soft couch, the thoughts that Zong Shou had forcefully suppressed in his mind once again surged up.

In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously remembered that mysterious Demon Language from the depths of his memory.

In his memory, this Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique, along with the accompanying Indeterminate Killing Fist and Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, were all regarded as Martial Arts Techniques with the quality of Absolute Skills.

These “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor” four characters, Zong Shou always felt he had heard them before but couldn’t recall their origin.

“Top-level Absolute Skills, and they even come paired with a Fist Technique and a movement technique.

Possessing two High Order Bloodlines, this identity is definitely not ordinary—it’s feared to be an illustrious scion of Cloud Realm.

Could it be that this Zong Shou is a noble son?

The surname Zong?

From the Heavenly Fox Clan that has been exterminated?

This name, why does it sound slightly familiar?

Right, and those two servants—”

Thinking of the two people who had traveled with him these seven days and were currently away, Zong Shou couldn’t help feeling dizzy again.

Given the extraordinariness of those two people, the ‘self’ they served was probably far beyond his imagination.

Moreover, thinking about the world of the game becoming reality, and the fact that he was now in the midst of it, Zong Shou found it even more incredible.

As he struggled with his headache, from outside the carriage suddenly came a whistling sound.

Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look out the window.

He saw a woman dressed in a colorful skirt flying towards them.

Though on foot, her speed of rush was even faster than the sixteen horned horses.

In her delicate hands, she was even holding the corpse of a massive beast!

Upon seeing Zong Shou look out from the carriage, the woman immediately raised her head and gave a sweet smile.

Her features were beautiful and picturesque, and delicately on each side of her ears were a pair of extremely cute white cat ears—she was Su Chuxue, one of the two servants he woke up to find upon his arrival in this world.

Following her was a burly Great Han.

He was the coachman of the carriage, named Yiin Yang, who stood at nine Ji tall with muscles like coiled dragons, his entire frame as if forged from steel.