Dominating Martial King Chapter 183 - 183 180 Ditch the Knife for Fingers

183: Chapter 180: Ditch the Knife for Fingers?

183: Chapter 180: Ditch the Knife for Fingers?

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“It seems I really have traveled through ti—”

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou expressionlessly looked at a round mirror in front of him.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a young boy not yet of age.

About thirteen, with a pale complexion, but those features were rarely seen as exquisite and outstanding.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.

However, at this mont, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.

He rembered that just a short while ago, he still had an extrely ordinary face, the kind that could absolutely not be found if thrown into a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, when he woke from this dream, his body had turned into that of such a handso man.

Although slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly top-notch in terms of handsoness.

Even those top male celebrities known for their looks in TV in his previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was anything lacking, it was just the aura.

But at this mont, Zong Shou felt not a hint of joy, but rather felt utterly at a loss.

It was like a fish that was once free to swim in the sea, suddenly finding itself on land.

In this world, apart from the life-threatening foreignness and suffocation, there was also a feeling of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again with so force, imdiately feeling a pang of pain.

Naturally, he didn’t find any traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“—There’s a pain sensation, could it be that this isn’t a dream?

But now, what exactly is my identity?

And this ghastly place, where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’, was the na in the mories of this body he now inhabited.

In his previous life, he had another na, but in this ti and situation, that was aningless to him.

Muttering to himself a few tis, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze away.

His chest was filled with despair, having completely given up on the ideas of returning or ‘waking from the dream’.

In fact, he had arrived in this world several days ago.

Almost every ti he woke from sleep, he would repeat the earlier actions.

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of decoration inside the carriage, it seed to be ancient China, but also not quite.

Parting the curtain slightly, he saw outside, vast expanses of fields, endless and lush, refreshing to the spirit.

The air was also crisp and cool, free from any hint of the modern world’s pollution.

But looking further down, one would notice that the carriage, though it had wheels, was floating three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also striding through the air, able to ascend and descend at will.

Thus, although the carriage body was huge, with just the compartnt itself being forty square ters, it could traverse any sort of complex terrain with ease.

At this mont in front, no one was driving, just a straight path rushing forward, speeding into the distance.

The slashes and sword marks on the sides of the carriage were also extrely concerning.

Zong Shou felt dizzy for a mont and slumped onto the velvet-covered soft couch.

Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragnted mories flashed through his mind.

They were all disassembled and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, quite a few faces, and also, there was a towering mountain that reached into the clouds and a school so large it occupied most of an island within a lake.

He felt both unfamiliar and familiar with them, and vaguely sensed so fear.

This mood was truly bizarre and complex.

At last in the deepest part of his mind, the only mory that was still preserved.

Nurous mysterious characters were combined together, forming a complete book.

These characters, unlike any language from his world, felt extrely familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this demon language.

Could it be that this is indeed the Divine Emperor World?”

The corners of Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, and his face was all filled with confusion.

——”Divine Emperor” was a global phenonon that began in 2012 as an online ga.

No one knew which gaming company had developed it, and all the associated gaming equipnt had also suddenly appeared on the market.

It seed that overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online gas to an era of virtual holographic illusion realms.

And whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all inside Divine Emperor in his previous life.

Right, he rembered that at the end of his previous life, his last conscious mont was inside the “Divine Emperor” ga.

In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors vied for supremacy.

Alone with a sword, he fought against nurous rivals.

Yet, at the final mont, his body suddenly experienced an electric shock, losing all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had already switched bodies.

Everything in front of his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

So at this mont, was he in a ga, or in a real world?

Or perhaps, did this world have so connection to “Divine Emperor”?

Feeling dizzy in his mind once again, Zong Shou simply put everything aside, no longer thinking about it.

In this carriage, since he was doing nothing anyway, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword that was about three feet long and practiced swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

With movents of his feet advancing, retreating, and shifting in combination with his body, the sword light shone within the neither large nor small carriage.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every movent, was precisely mastered to the utmost degree, almost considered perfect.

However, this basic swordsmanship, after only half a mont of practice, already left Zong Shou gasping for breath, sweating profusely all over.

The sword light and his figure inevitably began to distort.

It was only by clinging to his innate, never-give-up belief that he kept himself from collapsing.

Not until all the remaining strength in his body had been completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit panting on the couch.

When his intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he could imdiately feel every part of his body, every limb and organ, aching as if being scorched by flas.

This was not simply a matter of being bored, but rather an expression of pure unease.

His situation in this world, as well as his own condition, indeed gave him a strong sense of crisis and urgency.

He was eager to gain so strength, at the very least so ability to protect himself.

In “Divine Emperor,” everything was made to be as realistic as possible.

Whether it was martial arts, language, five senses, combat, or even daily life, there was a complete system in place.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, not pursuing a deeper understanding.

But there were also so who would study all sorts of knowledge and writing within Divine Emperor, research the principles of martial arts thoroughly, and deeply understand everything about this world.

They could even break free from the ga’s constraints and develop their own thods based on what was already there.

Zong Shou was not only one of these people, but he was also among the best of them.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Inner Strength—he had diligently studied all of these fundantal martial artist skills and reached the master level of “return to simplicity.”

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only about a thousand who had achieved such a feat.

In fact, Zong Shou had already mastered the principles, variations, and evolutions of this basic swordsmanship.

What he needed to do at this mont was only to let this body rember it firmly, to make it his own instinct.

It was just that his current body was too weak.

Even just a normal exercise routine could only be sustained for the duration of a single cup of tea, and his physical stamina was not even half that of an ordinary person.

What was more frustrating was that the Basic Inner Strength could not be cultivated at all.

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

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

Even his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root could be considered first-rate genius level.

It was just that his stamina was unusually weak for so reason.

However, after exploring for these seven days, Zong Shou had already figured out so clues.

It was probably because of the bloodline he carried, being a half-demon, a Human Fox hybrid, that he had such a handso face.

And if there were no surprises, both his father’s and mother’s sides should have extraordinary backgrounds.