Dominating Martial King
Chapter 229 - 229 191 Emperor's Secret Technique_2

229: Chapter 191 Emperor’s Secret Technique_2 229: Chapter 191 Emperor’s Secret Technique_2 Right, I remember at the end of my previous life, my last conscious moment was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

The Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm fought fiercely against each other.

I alone, with a sword, battled against the heroes; yet in the final moments, my body suddenly jolted as if electrocuted, and I lost all consciousness.

When I awoke again, my soul had already shifted into another body.

Everything before my eyes was no longer that familiar world.

So at this very moment, am I still in the game, or am I truly in an era 13,000 years earlier?

My head spun once more, and Zong Shou simply dropped all thoughts, no longer pondering.

In this carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword, about three feet long, and began practicing swordsmanship within the reasonably spacious inside of the carriage.

His footwork, advancing and retreating, shifting and turning, matched his physique, causing the sword light to flash within the not too big, not too small space of the carriage.

As in his past life, every sword form, every step, was accurate to an extreme degree, almost perfect.

However, this basic swordsmanship had just been practiced for half a moment when Zong Shou was already panting heavily, his whole body dripping with cold sweat.

The sword’s gleaming figure also inevitably became somewhat distorted.

Reliant solely on his innate, stubborn belief to never admit defeat, he kept going, preventing himself from collapsing to the ground.

Not until the very last bit of strength within his body was utterly depleted did Zong Shou stop the sword light, sitting on the bed gasping for breath.

When that intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he instantly felt the muscles and bones throughout his body, his limbs and internal organs, every part, ache as though being seared by flames.

This action wasn’t simply born out of boredom, but a pure feeling of unease.

This world, as well as his own condition, both made him feel a sense of immediate crisis.

He urgently wanted to gain some strength, at least some means to protect his own life.

In his previous life, for the sake of that game, he had cultivated and studied all the basics of a martial artist up to the master level.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there were merely a thousand people who had achieved this.

He had a grip on the sword principles and variations.

What he needed to do now was to let this body firmly remember and make it his instinct.

It’s just that this body of his was truly too feeble.

Merely a session of normal practice, and yet he could only last the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, with less than half the physical strength of an ordinary person.

What was even more disheartening was that he simply could not cultivate the Basic Internal Skill.

It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was truly weak.

In fact, in terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even exceed an ordinary person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should be considered first-rate talent.

It was only his stamina that was unusually weak for some reason.

But after exploring for these seven days, Zong Shou already had some clues.

It should be due to the bloodline he was born with.

Being a Half-demon, with Human Fox mixed blood, was the reason for his handsome face and for such a frail constitution.

Moreover, if he wasn’t mistaken, both his father’s and mother’s lineages should be extraordinary.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its traits are still unclear.

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

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

If one side had overwhelmed the other, that would be fine, but they are in a deadlock.

In this Cloud Realm, irrespective of the era, almost everyone practices martial arts.

Even a minor who isn’t of age often manages to open a meridian.

Obscure commoners could often possess impressive martial arts skills.

With a body like mine, lacking any inner strength, as weak as a chicken, it is indeed rare—”

Lying on the soft bed, those thoughts Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed in his mind began to surge forth once again.

In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled the mysterious and strange Demon Language from the depths of his memory.

The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his memory also came with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all of which could be considered Martial Arts Techniques of absolute skill.

And these four words ‘Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,’ Zong Shou always felt as if he had heard them before, yet he couldn’t recall their origin.

“Top-level Absolute Skill, even paired with a set of Fist Technique and a movement technique.

Having two High Order bloodlines, this identity is definitely not that of a commoner, and is probably some noble offspring of the Cloud Realm.

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

Bearing the Zong surname?

Born into that Heavenly Fox Clan that had been entirely wiped out?

This name, for some reason, feels somewhat familiar.

That’s right, and those two servants—”

Thinking of the two who had been accompanying him these seven days, who were temporarily away at the moment, Zong Shou couldn’t help but feel another bout of dizziness.

Given how extraordinary those two were, the status of ‘himself’ might be far beyond his imagination.

And considering that world from the game had become a reality, and he was also in the midst of it, Zong Shou found it even more incredible.

While he was troubled, a whistling sound suddenly came from outside the carriage.

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

He saw a woman dressed in a colorful skirt, swiftly approaching.

Although on foot, her speed of advance was even faster than the sixteen horned horses.

In her slim and graceful hands, she even held up a huge beast carcass!

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

Her face was beautiful, her features picturesque, and just behind her ears, there was a pair of extremely cute white cat ears.

It was one of his two servants when he woke up in this world, Su Chuxue.

And following her was a burly Great Han.

He was the coachman of this carriage, named Yiin Yang, nearly nine feet tall, with muscles coiling around his body as if cast from steel.