Dominating Martial King
Chapter 232 - 232 192 Blood Vengeance Envoy Arrives_2

232: Chapter 192 Blood Vengeance Envoy Arrives_2 232: Chapter 192 Blood Vengeance Envoy Arrives_2 Right, I remember at the time of my previous life, my last consciousness was within the game “Divine Emperor”.

Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm battled fiercely.

I, alone with my sword, fought against numerous heroes.

But in the final moment, a sudden surge of electricity ran through my body, and I lost all consciousness.

When I woke up again, I had switched bodies.

Everything before my eyes was no longer that familiar world.

So now, am I still in the game, or am I truly in an era 13,000 years ago?

Once again feeling dizzy in the head, Zong Shou simply put aside everything and decided not to think about it.

In this carriage, with nothing particular to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long, and in the relatively spacious carriage, he began to practice his swordsmanship.

His footsteps advanced and retreated, turning and shifting, matched with his body movements, making the sword light flash within the moderate space of the carriage.

Just as in his past life, every sword form, every movement, was precise to the utmost degree, almost flawless.

However, this basic swordsmanship had only been practiced for half a moment when Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his entire body sweating profusely.

And the sword light and figure inevitably started to distort.

It was only by clinging to that innate, stubborn belief of never giving up that he managed to keep from collapsing to the ground.

Only when the last bit of strength in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit panting on the couch.

When that extreme concentration finally dissipated, he could feel at once how every bone and muscle in his body, every limb and internal organ, ached as if scorched by flames.

This was not simply borne from boredom, but pure anxiety.

This world, as well as his own condition, both gave rise to a sense of crisis and urgency within him.

He was desperate to gain some strength, at the very least, some ability to protect his life.

In his past life, for the sake of that game, he had cultivated every Martial Artist foundation to the realm of a grandmaster.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand who had achieved this.

He had mastered the underlying principles and variations of swordsmanship.

What he needed to do now was to ensure that this body memorized them well, making them his second nature.

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

Even ordinary practice only sustained him for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength was not even half that of an average person.

What was more disheartening was the fact that he was utterly unable to cultivate Basic Internal Skill.

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

In terms of strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass an ordinary person by a notch.

And his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root should be considered genius-level.

It was just his physical strength that was unusually weak for some reason.

But after groping around for seven days, Zong Shou had some clues.

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

As a half-demon, a Human Fox hybrid, he had such a handsome face and such a weak constitution.

And if he was not mistaken, both his father’s clan and mother’s clan should have extraordinary origins.

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

But this demon clan bloodline is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there would be no more than a hundred who have such a bloodline!

If one side could have overwhelmed the other, it would be fine, but they are evenly matched.

In this Cloud Realm, no matter which era, almost everyone practices Martial Arts, even a minor who has not come of age can often open a meridian.

An inconspicuous commoner can also possess not mediocre Martial Arts.

To be like this body, without a bit of Inner Strength, and lacking the strength to tie up a chicken, is truly rare—”

Lying on the soft couch, those thoughts that Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed in his mind once again surged forth.

In his mind, he also subconsciously recalled those mysterious and exotic Demon Language inscriptions deeply etched in his memory.

The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his memory came along with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all of which could be termed Martial Arts Techniques of Absolute Skills.

And with these four characters of “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou always felt he had heard of it somewhere, yet he couldn’t recall where.

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

With two High Order bloodlines, this identity is definitely not ordinary; it’s likely that it belongs to an heir of some distinguished figure in Cloud Realm.

Could this Zong Shou be a noble son?

From the Zong surname?

Descendant of that Heavenly Fox Clan that has been exterminated?

This name also, somehow, feels familiar.

Right, there are also those two servants—”

Thinking of the two individuals who had been traveling with him for the past seven days but were temporarily away, Zong Shou couldn’t help feeling dizzy again.

Given the extraordinariness of those two, ‘his’ status must be much higher than he imagined.

Furthermore, considering that the world of the game had become reality, and he was actually living within it, Zong Shou found it even more unbelievable.

As he grappled with his headache, a whistling sound suddenly came from outside the carriage.

Zong Shou raised his eyebrow and looked out the window.

He saw a woman in a colorful skirt swiftly approaching.

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

And in her slender hands, she was holding an enormous beast carcass!

Upon seeing Zong Shou looking from inside the carriage, the woman immediately lifted her head and smiled sweetly.

Her face was beautiful, with features like a painting, and at the sides of her ears were a pair of extremely adorable white cat ears.

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

Following her was a burly Great Han.

He was the coachman of the carriage, named Yiin Yang, standing nine feet tall, his muscles twisted like steel cables, as if forged from iron.