Dominating Martial King
Chapter 197 - 197 184 Do What You Want to Do_2

197: Chapter 184: Do What You Want to Do_2 197: Chapter 184: Do What You Want to Do_2 Right, he remembered that his last consciousness in his previous life was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

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

He alone, with a single sword, battled against a host of heroes.

Yet, at the last moment, an electric current passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.

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

Everything before his eyes was no longer that familiar world.

So now, was he in the game, or in a real era from thirteen thousand years ago?

Facing another bout of dizziness, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking.

In this carriage, with nothing better to do, Zong Shou began to practice his swordsmanship with a Green Steel Sword that was about three feet long, in the relatively spacious carriage.

His footwork moved forward, backward, and side to side, in coordination with his form, making the sword light flash within the not too big, not too small carriage.

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

However, after only practicing these basic sword techniques for half a moment, Zong Shou was already gasping for air, his entire body covered in cold sweat.

The sword light and his figure inevitably became somewhat distorted.

Relying only on his innate, unyielding belief, he kept on pushing himself, preventing his body from collapsing onto the ground.

Only when the last bit of his strength was completely spent did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sat panting heavily on the couch.

When his intensely focused attention finally scattered, he immediately felt his muscles and limbs, every part of his body, aching as if being scorched by flames.

This act was not merely out of boredom but pure restlessness.

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

He was desperate to gain some strength, at the very least some abilities to protect his own life.

In his previous life, for that game, he had cultivated and researched all the Martial Artist foundations to the level of a grandmaster.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there were at most a thousand people with such achievements.

He had mastered the principles and variations of swordsmanship.

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

It was just that his current body was really too frail.

Even normal practice could only be sustained for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, with physical stamina not even half that of an ordinary person.

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

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

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and nimbleness, he could even surpass an average person by quite a bit.

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

It was just that his physical endurance, for some unknown reason, was extraordinarily weak.

However, after seven days of exploration, Zong Shou had some clues.

It was probably because of the bloodline he carried, being a Half-demon, a mix of Human and Fox, that he had such a handsome face.

It also caused his physique to be so weak.

Moreover, if he was not mistaken, either his father’s or mother’s side must have a remarkable background.

“This Human Clan bloodline, the traits are not yet clear.

But this demon clan bloodline, it’s clearly that of the Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.

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

If one side were to overpower the other, it would be better, but it’s a stalemate.

In the Cloud Realm, nearly everyone practices Martial Arts in any era, even an underage youth can often clear an energy pathway.

An inconspicuous commoner may also possess considerable Martial Arts.

With a body like mine, that does not have a trace of Inner Strength and is as weak as a chicken, it is indeed rare—”

Lying on the soft couch, the thoughts that Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed in his mind came flooding back again.

Almost subconsciously, he recalled that mysterious Demon Language from the depths of his memory.

Within his memories, this Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique came with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all considered top-tier Martial Arts Techniques.

As for the words “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou always felt he had heard them before, but couldn’t recall where.

“Top-level Absolute Skills, unexpectedly paired with a set of Fist Technique, a set of movement technique.

Carrying two High Order bloodlines, this identity is certainly no ordinary person, most likely the descendant of some distinguished noble in the Cloud Realm.

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

The Zong surname?

Descended from that Heavenly Fox Clan that has been entirely wiped out?

This name, I don’t know why, feels somewhat familiar.

Right, there are also those two servants—”

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

Given their extraordinariness, ‘his’ status was probably far beyond his imagination.

Thinking further about that world in the game becoming reality, and finding himself actually in the midst of it, Zong Shou found it even more incredible.

While he was troubled by a headache, outside the carriage, a sudden whistling sound came through.

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

He saw a woman in a colorful dress approaching rapidly.

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

And in her delicate hands, she was holding the carcass of a massive beast!

Seeing Zong Shou inside the carriage looking her way, the woman immediately lifted her head and smiled sweetly.

Her appearance was graceful, her features like a painting, and behind her ears, there was a pair of extremely cute white cat ears.

It was Su Chuxue, one of the two servants who had been with him when he awoke in this world.

And following behind her was a burly man.

He was the coachman of this carriage, named Yiin Yang, standing nine feet tall, with muscles like coiled dragons, as if forged from steel.