Dominating Martial King
Chapter 205 - 205 185 800 Xuanfeng!_5

205: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!_5 205: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!_5 Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, and clearly saw his own Flying Knife, made of Iron Wood, veering slightly to the left.

Since the day he had halted to rest and repair, three more days had passed and since then, he had not stopped again.

Yiin Yang and Chuxue still left from time to time, carrying an aura of lethality, departing from the carriage.

Whereas Zong Shou continued to do nothing, remaining inside the carriage.

Besides practicing swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, gathering Spiritual Energy from all directions with the Guiding Skill to strengthen his physique, he had added another task, which was practicing with these Flying Knives made of Black Iron Wood.

Whenever his body felt tired, Zong Shou would stand in front of a window, taking any nearby object as a target, and shoot out his Flying Knife.

In his past life, Zong Shou was known for his swordsmanship, ascending into the God Emperor game, within the ranks of the Cloud Realm’s Seven Emperors.

Even among players across ten thousand worlds, he was among the very top.

However, what people feared most about him was his Flying Knife hidden weapon, which also dominated all opponents.

The Six God Sword Technique, learned in “Divine Emperor”.

When the knife was released, it never missed its mark, having the power to slay immortals!

Even in the battle of the Seven Emperors, he had never failed.

Even the one known as Shadowless Extreme Emperor, who was unparalleled in Escape Technique and as renowned as him, also fell to his Six God Sword Technique.

The most special feature of this virtual game was that most of the Martial Arts techniques and secret techniques that could be learned were recorded with detailed practice methods, originating from ancient inheritances.

They could also be practiced in reality.

The Six God Sword Technique was one of the top Secret Martial skills.

Although Zong Shou’s Wheel Meridian was not yet open, he was already able to practice some of the techniques within, making his Flying Knife Skill not inferior to a real martial artist, and even surpassing them!

His right hand suddenly flipped, and another Flying Knife, made of Iron Wood and colored black, appeared in Zong Shou’s hand.

With a flick of his fingers, it rolled up and down between them, producing a series of dazzling knife shadows and radiance.

Zong Shou himself, however, slightly closed his eyes, beginning to introspect within himself.

Without cultivating Inner Breath, knowing nothing about the condition of his Wheel Meridians inside his body, it was virtually impossible for him to truly examine his body’s meridians.

But his experience as a Martial Arts master in his past life allowed him to clearly feel the state of each muscle in his arm, the degree of strength and flexibility, and even the stretching of tendons and the twisting of joints.

It wasn’t long before Zong Shou had an insight.

In three days’ time, his Flying Knife had gone from clumsy to skilled, and now he could almost hit a moving target with every shot.

For anyone else, this would be impossible.

Even those with exceptional Martial Arts talent, truly extraordinary individuals, would find it difficult.

Only he, relying on precision control that verged on perfection, along with constant self-reflection and adjustment, could step by step reach this realm.

But Zong Shou was still dissatisfied with that last throw.

In the art of the hidden weapon, a miss by a whisker leads to a miss by a mile.

And in a Martial Artist’s combat where life and death can be decided in an instant, there was no room for even a slight error!

Even if it was just off by half an inch, he found it hard to accept in his eyes.

The carriage continued to speed across the vast wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit, running at speed, entered Zong Shou’s vision.

Zong Shou’s pupils dilated slightly, and the Iron Wood Flying Knife tumbling in his right hand shot out instinctively, but in a Martial Artist’s combat where life and death can be decided in an instant, there was no room for even a slight error!

Even if it was just off by half an inch, he found it hard to accept in his eyes.

The carriage continued to speed across the vast wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit, running at speed, entered Zong Shou’s vision.

His pupils slightly dilated, and the wooden Flying Knife in his right hand, almost instinctively, immediately shot out, turning into a streak of deep black light, piercing through tens of meters to aim directly at the Fire Feather Rabbit’s throat.

And in Zong Shou’s field of view, almost at the same moment, a burst of blood sprayed.

Without a doubt, the Flying Knife penetrated through the red throat, leaving a gaping hole.

The Fire Feather Rabbit also fell at the sound, tumbling to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the Flying Knife was still slightly off.

However, this was due to the high-speed evasion of the target itself, a variation within his tolerance, and within his prior prediction.

With a slight smile, Zong Shou then took another Flying Knife in his hand.