Dominating Martial King
Chapter 210 - 210 186 One Man Against a Thousand!_5

210: Chapter 186: One Man Against a Thousand!_5 210: Chapter 186: One Man Against a Thousand!_5 Zong Shou squinted his eyes, sharp as an eagle, and clearly saw his ironwood-made flying knife slightly deviate to the left.

Since the day they had stopped to rest and repair, three more days had passed and there had been no breaks since.

Yiin Yang and Chuxue still occasionally left the carriage, their bodies exuding an aura of slaughter.

Meanwhile, Zong Shou continued to do nothing and stayed inside the carriage.

Besides practicing his swordsmanship and movement techniques every day, and gathering spiritual energy from all directions using the Guiding Skill to strengthen his physique, he had added another task—practicing with these Black Iron Wood flying knives.

Whenever his body felt fatigued, Zong Shou would always stand in front of the window, take any object nearby as a target, and shoot out the flying knife.

In his previous life, Zong Shou was famous for his swordsmanship and had reached the ranks of the Seven Emperors in the Divine Emperor game of the Cloud Realm; even among the players of ten directions and a million worlds, he was amongst the most formidable.

However, what made him truly feared was a hidden weapon technique with flying knives that also dominated the masses.

The Six God Sword Technique, learned in “Divine Emperor.” When the blade was released, it never missed and had the power to slay immortals!

Even during the battles among the Seven Emperors, he never slipped up, not even against the one who was crowned the best in the realm for his escape techniques and was known as the Shadowless Extreme Emperor.

He, too, fell to Zong Shou’s Six God Sword Technique.

What set this virtual game apart was that most martial arts and secret techniques one could learn were recorded with detailed practicing methods inherited from ancient times and could also be practiced in reality.

The Six God Sword Technique was one of the top-level secret martial arts.

Although Zong Shou’s Wheel Meridians had not yet opened, he could already practice some of the secret techniques within, making his flying knife skill no less inferior to a real martial artist, and even possibly surpassing them!

Zong Shou’s right hand suddenly flipped again and another black ironwood flying knife appeared in his hand.

As his fingers moved, the knife rolled up and down between his fingers, producing a series of dazzling blade glows.

Zong Shou himself slightly closed his eyes, beginning to introspect his own body.

Having not cultivated his Inner Breath, he knew nothing about the condition of the Wheel Meridians in his body and could not truly inspect his own body’s channels.

However, his experience as a top martial artist in his previous life allowed him to clearly feel the condition and movement of every muscle in his arm—the strength and level of robustness and flexibility, and even the extension of the tendons and the twisting of the joints could be comprehended with clarity.

In just a short moment, Zong Shou had an epiphany.

In three days’ time, his skill with the flying knife had progressed from unfamiliar to proficient, and now he could almost hit a moving target with absolute accuracy.

This was something no one else could accomplish, not even those with extraordinary martial arts talent and exceptional brilliance.

It was only him, relying on his precise control close to perfection along with constant self-reflection and adjustments, that he had progressively reached this realm.

Yet, despite that successful throw, Zong Shou was still not satisfied.

The art of using hidden weapons is so critical that even the slightest deviation could lead to a wide disparity.

And in martial combat, life and death often hang by a thread, allowing no room for even the slightest error!

Even a deviation of half a millimeter was intolerable in his eyes.

The carriage continued to race across the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit running in the wild entered Zong Shou’s field of vision.

Zong Shou’s pupils dilated slightly, and the wooden flying knife tumbling in his right hand instinctively shot out at high speed, and in martial combat where life and death often hang by a thread, there’s no room for even the slightest mistake!

Even a deviation of half a millimeter was intolerable in his eyes.

The carriage continued to race across the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit running in the wild entered Zong Shou’s field of vision.

Pupils dilated slightly, the wooden flying knife in his right hand, almost instinctually, shot out swiftly, transforming into a deep black radiance, piercing through the Fire Feather Rabbit’s throat from ten or so paces away.

In Zong Shou’s field of vision, almost at the same moment, a burst of blood splattered.

The flying knife, without any suspense, pierced through the fiery-red throat, creating a large hole.

The Fire Feather Rabbit also collapsed, rolling onto the ground.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the flying knife was still slightly off-target.

However, this was due to the target’s own high-speed dodging, which was within his tolerance and had been anticipated in advance.

With a slight smile, Zong Shou picked up another flying knife.

At this moment, he had barely found the feeling from his previous life, when he had never missed a shot.

What he needed to do next was like the fundamental skills in swordsmanship and movement techniques—continuously practicing diligently, practicing the force exertion from every angle, and thoroughly embedding the art of the flying knife into his own flesh and bones, making it instinctual.

“This body, although weak in physical strength, possesses terrifying power and flexibility.

Now, I only have half-demon clan blood in me, no wonder, the demon clan is ostracized by humans—”

Chuxue’s tremendous strength, as well as her extremely swift terrestrial running technique, did not solely stem from her martial arts training.

At least thirty percent of it was due to her Snow Cat Clan’s talent.

Muscles tensed, power flowing to the blade’s tip, just as the black blade light shot out through the car window again.

Zong Shou suddenly had a thought, turned his head, and was startled to see Su Chuxue standing at the door.

She held a huge bathtub in her hands, her blue eyes staring blankly at Zong Shou’s right hand.

After a long moment, she slightly muttered absentmindedly, “So fast!

I might not even be able to block the Young Master’s blade.”

Then her almond eyes sparkled, “This art of flying knives seems to be basic, but it’s very impressive.

Hmm, flowing like water, clear and concise.

Is it imparted by your lordship?

But the Young Master is even more amazing, clearly inexperienced and stiff, seemingly a beginner.

But upon closer inspection, it seems like he has undergone thousands of trials, already reaching mastery.

Just now, Uncle Yiin also said the Young Master is a true genius, it’s just a pity—”

Realizing her slip of the tongue, Chuxue hurriedly stopped speaking.

Zong Shou couldn’t help but show a trace of surprise in his eyes.

He had no intention of hiding his practice of swordsmanship and flying knives from these two people.

In his fragmented memories, there were indeed recollections of ‘his’ childhood Martial Arts training.

Whether it was fist techniques, swordsmanship, or hidden weapons, eighteen types of weapons, all had extraordinary heritages, which could be considered the essence of Martial Arts.

Within the Coastal Academy, besides literature and telekinesis spiritual techniques, Martial Arts were also taught.

However, after the age of ten, mostly due to Zong Shou’s inability to open his meridians, he had stopped training in Martial Arts.

Therefore, whatever he practiced now would not arouse suspicion.

What truly astonished him was the girl’s comprehension.

She had discerned the essence of his technique at first glance.

Simple, efficient, and fast, eliminating all superfluous movements, while maintaining precision, exerting all his strength to the fullest—the essential mystery of the Six God Sword Technique.

And the art of the flying knife, he had indeed mastered through thousands of trials, but this body was extremely unfamiliar with it.

How could such a girl be a maid, a person without the power to fight?

Silently astonished, Zong Shou’s expression remained calm, only looking indifferently at the window where the Ironwood Flying Knife showed no deviation, and said, “No matter how well I practice this flying knife, what use is it?

If I cannot cultivate the Qi Cultivation Skill, I am ultimately still a cripple—”

These words were not just spoken casually; he truly felt extremely helpless.

In his mind were scenes of his Martial Arts training, naturally, there were also countless sneers and contempt, which could suffocate Zong Shou.