Dominating Martial King
Chapter 223 - 223 189 Don't Touch_5

223: Chapter 189: Don’t Touch_5 223: Chapter 189: Don’t Touch_5 Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle’s, clearly seeing the Flying Knife he had whittled from Iron Wood veering slightly to the left.

Since he stopped to rest three days ago, he had not paused in his efforts since.

Yiin Yang and Chuxue, still occasionally left the carriage with an aura of slaughter about them.

Zong Shou, on the other hand, continued with nothing to do, staying inside the carriage.

Aside from practicing swordsmanship and movement techniques daily, using the Guiding Skill to gather and strengthen his physique with Spiritual Energy from all directions, he had added another task — practicing with these Black Iron Wood Flying Knives.

Whenever he felt fatigued, Zong Shou would stand by the window and aim at any nearby object, shooting out his Flying Knives.

In his previous life, Zong Shou was renowned for his swordsmanship, ranking among the Seven Emperors in the Divine Emperor game, a top contender even among millions of players from ten thousand worlds.

However, what was most feared about him was not just his swordsmanship, but also his mastery of Flying Knives as a Hidden Weapon, overwhelming all others.

The Six God Sword Technique, learned within “Divine Emperor,” never missed its mark when released, its power capable of cutting down immortals!

Even during the battles among the Seven Emperors, he never slipped up, and the one known as the Shadowless Extreme Emperor, who was unparalleled in Escape Techniques and whose fame matched his own, also fell to his Six God Sword Technique.

This particular virtual game’s most unique feature was that most Martial Arts and secret techniques that could be learned provided detailed practices, stemming from ancient traditions, which could also be practiced in reality.

The Six God Sword Technique was among the top Secret Martial techniques, and although Zong Shou’s Wheel Meridian had not yet been opened, he was already able to practice some of the secrets within it, making his Flying Knife Skill no less inferior to that of true Martial Artists, perhaps even surpassing them!

With a sudden flip of his right hand, another black Flying Knife, made of Iron Wood, appeared in Zong Shou’s hand.

Driven by the motion of his fingers, it tumbled above and below, casting a series of dazzling knife shadows and glimmers.

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

Without cultivating his Inner Breath, he knew nothing about the state of the Wheel Meridians within his body and was essentially unable to truly inspect his physical veins.

However, his experience as a martial artist of the utmost level in a previous life allowed him to clearly feel every bit of his arm muscles, the intensity of the force exerted, the degree of strength and flexibility, and even the stretching of the tendons and the twist of the joints he could feel inside out.

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

In three days, his skill with the Flying Knives had gone from unfamiliar to proficient, and now he could nearly hit a moving target every time.

This was something no one else could achieve.

Even those with gifted Martial Arts talent, those truly exceptional individuals, found it impossible.

Only he, relying on control so precise it was almost to the millimeter, along with continuous introspection and adjustment, could steadily reach this realm.

Yet, he still wasn’t satisfied with the throw he had just made.

When it comes to the art of Hidden Weapons, a miss by a hair’s breadth leads to an error of a thousand miles, and in a martial artist’s fight for life and death, even a slight mistake can’t be tolerated!

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

The carriage continued to race through the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit, running fast, caught Zong Shou’s attention.

Zong Shou’s pupils dilated, the Wooden Flying Knife in his right hand, almost instinctively shot out, and in a martial artist’s combat, a fight for life and death can turn on a hair, leaving no room for the slightest error!

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

The carriage continued to race through the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit, running fast, caught Zong Shou’s attention.

His pupils dilated and the Wooden Flying Knife in his right hand, almost instinctively, immediately shot out, becoming a streak of deep black brilliance that traveled across dozens of feet, aiming straight for the Fire Feather Rabbit’s throat.

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

Unsurprisingly, the Flying Knife penetrated through the fiery-red throat, leaving a gaping hole.

The Fire Feather Rabbit also collapsed on the spot, tumbling to the ground.