Dominating Martial King
Chapter 245 - 245 194 Liu Ruoxi's Initial Cry!_5

245: Chapter 194 Liu Ruoxi’s Initial Cry!_5 245: Chapter 194 Liu Ruoxi’s Initial Cry!_5 Zong Shou squinted his eyes, sharp as an eagle, and clearly saw his throwing knife, carved from Iron Wood, veering slightly to the left.

Since the day he stopped to rest, three days had passed without any pause.

Yiin Yang and Chuxue still occasionally left the carriage with an aura of slaughter, while Zong Shou continued to do nothing and stayed inside the carriage.

In addition to practicing his swordsmanship and movement technique daily, using Guiding Skill to gather Spiritual Energy from all directions and enhance his physique, he added another task—practicing with these throwing knives made from Black Iron Wood.

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

In his previous life, Zong Shou was famous for his swordsmanship and had joined the Divine Emperor game among the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm.

He was among the very best players even among the Ten Thousand Worlds.

However, what made him most feared was his mastery of the Hidden Weapon—the Flying Knife, which also dominated everyone.

The Six God Sword Technique, acquired in “Divine Emperor,” never failed when unleashed.

It had the force to slay even celestials!

Even during the battles among the Seven Emperors, he had never missed.

Even the Shadowless Extreme Emperor, who was unparalleled in the Escape Technique and was as famous as Zong Shou in their time, had also fallen to his Six God Sword Technique.

The most unique aspect of this virtual game was that most of the learnable Martial Arts and secret techniques were detailed in ancient legacies, which could be practiced in the real world.

The Six God Sword Technique was among the top Secret Martial Arts.

Although Zong Shou had not yet opened his Wheel Meridian, he could still practice some of the secrets within, making his Flying Knife Skill no less inferior to those who truly practiced Martial Arts, and perhaps even superior!

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

With a flick of his fingers, it tumbled up and down between them, casting a series of spectacularly dazzling knife lights.

Zong Shou himself slightly closed his eyes and began to introspect.

Without practicing Inner Breath, he knew nothing about the condition of his Wheel Meridians in his body and could hardly achieve real introspection.

However, his experience as a top Martial Artist in his previous life allowed him to clearly feel every muscle in his arm, their strength, toughness, and even the stretching of the tendons and twisting of the joints.

Before long, Zong Shou had an epiphany.

In three days, he had gone from unfamiliar to proficient with the throwing knife, and now he could hit nearly every moving target.

This was something no one else could achieve.

Even those with incredible Martial Arts talent couldn’t manage it.

Only he could, relying on his incredibly precise control and continuous self-reflection and adjustment, step by step, reach this realm of mastery.

Yet Zong Shou was still not satisfied with that last throw.

The art of Hidden Weapons was such that a tiny discrepancy could lead to a huge error, and in Martial Artists’ combats, where life and death hang by a thread, no mistake was too small to ignore!

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

The carriage continued to race through the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit sprinting through caught Zong Shou’s eye.

Zong Shou’s pupils dilated as the wooden throwing knife in his right hand instinctively shot out rapidly, while in martial combats, where life and death are balanced on a knife-edge, no margin for error exists!

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

The carriage continued to race through the wilderness.

Suddenly, a Fire Feather Rabbit sprinting through caught Zong Shou’s eye.

His pupils dilated, the wooden throwing knife in his right hand almost instinctively shot out, transforming into a deep black glow as it moved over ten meters to pierce directly through the throat of the Fire Feather Rabbit.

At the same time in Zong Shou’s field of vision, a shower of blood burst forth.

The throwing knife, unsurprisingly, punctured a large hole at the vibrant red part of its throat.

The Fire Feather Rabbit collapsed and tumbled to the ground.

Upon close observation, the throwing knife was still slightly off.

However, this deviation was caused by the high-speed dodging of the target itself, within allowable limits, and was anticipated beforehand.

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

At this moment, he had nearly recaptured that unerring feeling from his previous life.

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

This would thoroughly imprint the Art of the Flying Knife into his very flesh and bones, becoming an instinct.

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

It’s no wonder, being half-demon, why the demon clan is intolerable to humans—”

Chuxue’s tremendous strength and that extremely rapid land sprinting technique were not only derived from her practiced Martial Arts— at least thirty percent was due to her innate talent from the Snow Cat Clan.

His muscles tensed, power surged to the tip of the knife, and just as the black blade shot out of the carriage window again.

Zong Shou suddenly had a thought and turned his head, only to see Su Chuxue standing at the door of the carriage, holding a large bathtub with both hands, her blue eyes staring blankly at Zong Shou’s right hand.

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

Even Xue’er might not be able to block the young master’s throw.”