Dominating Martial King
Chapter 215 - 215 187 Extreme Sword Intent!_5

215: Chapter 187: Extreme Sword Intent!_5 215: Chapter 187: Extreme Sword Intent!_5 Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle, clearly seeing his own flying knife made of Black Iron Wood veer slightly to the left.

Since the day he stopped to rest and repair himself, three more days had passed, after which he hadn’t rested again.

Yiin Yang and Chuxue, still from time to time, left the carriage carrying an aura of slaughter, while Zong Shou continued to do nothing, staying inside the carriage.

Aside from practicing swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, as well as using the Guiding Skill to gather Spiritual Energy from all directions to strengthen his physique, he had added one more task: practicing with these flying knives made from Black Iron Wood.

Whenever his body felt tired, Zong Shou would stand in front of a window and use any nearby objects as a target to shoot the flying knives at.

In his previous life, Zong Shou was known for his swordsmanship.

He had entered the ranks of the Seven Emperors in “Divine Emperor,” and even among the players in the ten million worlds, he was one of the very best.

However, what people feared most about him was another weapon, the flying knife hidden weapon, which also dominated the competition.

The Six God Sword Technique, learned in “Divine Emperor,” was unfailingly accurate when thrown, powerful enough to slay immortals!

Even during the fights against the Seven Emperors, he had never missed.

Even the Shadowless Extreme Emperor, who was famed throughout the realm for his Escape Technique, had fallen to his Six God Sword Technique.

And the most unique feature of this virtual game was that most of the Martial Arts and secret techniques it offered included detailed methods of practice, derived from ancient legacies that could be practiced in reality.

The Six God Sword Technique was one of the top Secret Martial Arts, and although Zong Shou had yet to open his Wheel Meridian, he could already practice some of the secret techniques, making his Flying Knife Skill no less impressive than that of a real martial artist, and even superior!

His right hand suddenly flipped again, and another black flying knife made of Iron Wood appeared in Zong Shou’s hand.

As he moved his fingers, it rolled up and down between them, creating a consecutive series of extremely dazzling knife light.

Zong Shou himself, however, slightly closed his eyes and began introspecting.

Without cultivating Inner Breath, and without knowing anything about the state of the Wheel Meridians in his body, it was nearly impossible for him to truly examine his physiognomy.

However, his previous life’s experience as a Martial Artist at the pinnacle of Martial Arts allowed him to clearly feel the condition and changes of every muscle in his arms, the degree of force exerted, strength, and flexibility; he even understood the stretching of the tendons and the twisting of the joints.

In just a moment, Zong Shou gained understanding.

In three days, the flying knife had gone from unfamiliar to proficient, and now even a moving target could be hit with almost one hundred percent accuracy.

No one else could achieve this.

Even those with innate talent for Martial Arts, those with truly astonishing gifts, were powerless.

Only he, with exacting control close to perfection, along with constant self-evaluation and adjustments, could step by step reach this realm.

Yet, he was not satisfied with the last throw.

The art of the hidden weapon was such that, missing by a hair’s breadth, one could be led astray by a thousand li.

In a Martial Artist’s combat where life and death often hang in the balance, not even the slightest mistake could be tolerated!

Even if it was only off by half a centimeter, it was intolerable in his eyes.

The carriage continued to race across the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit running in the distance caught Zong Shou’s attention.

Zong Shou’s pupils dilated slightly, instinctively releasing the rolling wooden flying knife in his right hand.

It shot out swiftly, in the blink of an eye, turning into a deep black brilliance that pierced through tens of feet to directly stab the Fire Feather Rabbit’s throat.

And in Zong Shou’s vision, almost at the same time, a spray of blood burst forth.

The flying knife unhesitatingly created a large hole in the fiery red throat.

The Fire Feather Rabbit collapsed to the ground, tumbling over with the impact.

Carefully observing, one could see that the thrown knife was still slightly deviating.

However, this was due to the target’s high-speed dodging which led to changes, all within his tolerance and previous prediction.

A faint smile appeared on Zong Shou’s face as he held another flying knife in his hand.

At this moment, he could barely find that feeling from his previous life where every throw would hit its mark.

What he needed to do next was just like the basic swordsmanship and movement techniques, to continue practicing tirelessly, practicing the exertion of force from every angle.

To imprint the art of flying knife so deeply into his flesh and marrow that it became instinctive.

“This body may be weak in physical strength, but its power and suppleness are terrifying.

Now that I only possess half the bloodline of the demon clan, no wonder, the demon clan is rejected by humans—”

Chuxue’s immense strength, as well as her extremely fast terrestrial sprinting technique, were not merely from her martial arts training; at least thirty percent came from the natural talent of the Snow Cat Clan.

Muscles tensed, power surged to the tip of the knife, and just as the dark blade’s gleam shot out from the inside of the carriage once more.

Zong Shou’s heart suddenly stirred, and when he turned his head, he saw Su Chuxue standing right at the carriage door, holding a huge bathtub, her blue eyes staring blankly at Zong Shou’s right hand.

After a long moment, she said in a slightly dazed tone, “So fast!

Xue’er might not even be able to block Young Master’s strike.”

Immediately following, her almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she said, “This technique of the flying knife seems to be just the basics, but it’s very impressive.

Hmm, it flows like the clouds and water, bright and concise.

Was it taught by Uncle Yiin?

But the Young Master is even more impressive, despite looking unfamiliar and stiff as if he’s just learning.

But upon closer inspection, it seems like he’s been through thousands of trials and has already achieved mastery.

Just now, Uncle Yiin also said that the Young Master is a real talent, it’s just a pity—”

Realizing she might have misspoken, Chuxue hastily closed her mouth.

In Zong Shou’s eyes, however, a look of surprise couldn’t help but emerge once more.

He had never intended to hide his practice of swordsmanship and flying knives from these two.

In the fragmented memories, there was a segment of ‘his’ childhood martial arts training.

Whether it was fist techniques, swordsmanship, hidden weapons, or the eighteen types of weapons, all had been practiced.

Although basic, each possessed extraordinary heritage and could be considered the essence of Martial Arts.

Within Coastal Academy as well, apart from articles and telekinesis, Martial Arts were also taught.

But after the age of ten, Zong Shou had mostly ceased training in Martial Arts due to his inability to open his meridians.

Therefore, whatever he practiced now wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

What truly surprised him was the girl’s comprehension.

She had perceived the essence of his strike at first glance.

Simple, efficient, swift, removing all superfluous movements, and maintaining precision while exerting all his strength as best he could, it was the foundation and profound meaning of the Six God Sword Technique.

And indeed, he had practiced the art of the flying knife thousands of times, though his body was still very unfamiliar with it.

How could such a girl be a maid, powerless in combat?

Filled with doubt but not showing it on his face, Zong Shou casually looked at the Ironwood Flying Knife outside the window, which hadn’t deviated in the slightest, and said indifferently, “Even if I perfect this flying knife, what use would it be?

If I can’t cultivate the Qi Cultivation Skill, I’m still nothing but a useless person—”

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

With images of him training in martial arts in his mind, there were also countless sneers and contempt that made Zong Shou feel stifled.

Though they weren’t his own memories, he empathized deeply, wishing he could return to his former life as soon as possible and sweep away all the fools with his sword.

Self-mockingly smiling and seeing Chuxue’s increasingly nervous and ashamed expression, Zong Shou shook his head and stopped talking.

Then he turned to look at the wooden tub in her hands, with a puzzled look on his face, “What is this for?”

Su Chuxue, who had been filled with self-reproach, suddenly felt as though she had been granted a reprieve upon hearing his question.

She hurriedly put down the bathtub while explaining, “Did the Young Master forget?

Today is the day for the medicinal bath every ten days.

Xue’er is here to assist you with your bath!”

Bath?

Zong Shou’s mind was momentarily stirred, and for an instant, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of anticipation.