225: Chapter 190 Template Card_2 225: Chapter 190 Template Card_2 Indeed, he rembered that in his past life, his final consciousness had been inside the “Divine Emperor” ga.
In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors competed.
He alone with a sword, fought against many heroes.
But in the final monts, his body suddenly experienced an electric current, and he lost all consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself in a different body.
Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar world.
So now, was he in the ga or in a real era, thirteen thousand years in the past?
Suffering from another bout of dizziness, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking about it.
In this carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou then took out a Green Steel Sword, about three feet long, and started practicing swordsmanship in the fairly spacious carriage.
His feet moved forward and backward, shifting in coordination with his body, making the sword light shine in the not-too-large carriage.
Just like in his forr life, each sword form, each step was precisely executed to the utmost realm, almost perfect.
However, this basic sword technique, when practiced for just half a mont, had already left Zong Shou gasping for breath, his whole body sweaty and cold.
The sword light and his figure unavoidably beca slightly distorted.
Only relying on his inherent belief of never giving up, he kept pushing himself to avoid collapsing on the ground.
Until all the strength left in his body was completely exhausted.
Zong Shou then stopped the sword light and, gasping for breath, sat on the bed.
When his intensely focused attention finally scattered, imdiately, he could feel all parts of his body, limbs and organs, as though burned by flas, were painfully aching.
This action was not rely done out of boredom, but out of sheer unease.
This world and his own situation gave him a pressing sense of crisis.
He was eager to obtain so strength, at least so ability to protect his life.
In order to excel in that ga in his previous life, he had researched and practiced all the fundantals of Martial Artists to a master’s realm.
In the whole Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand such achievers.
He had mastered the theory and variations of swordsmanship.
What he needed to do now was to make sure this body could firmly rember them, to turn them into his instincts.
But this body was truly too weak.
Even regular practice lasted only as long as it took to brew a cup of tea, with stamina less than half of that of an ordinary person.
What was more frustrating was that the basic Inner Strength could not be cultivated at all.
It’s not that Zong Shou’s body was really weak.
In fact, in terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he was even superior to ordinary people.
Even his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should belong to that of a genius.
It’s just that for so reason, his stamina was unusually weak.
However, after exploring for seven days, Zong Shou already had so clues.
It should be because of the bloodline he possessed, being a Half-demon, Human Fox hybrid, that he had such a handso face.
This also resulted in his weak constitution.
And if not mistaken, whether from his father’s side or his mother’s side, both must co from extraordinary backgrounds.
“The characteristics of this Human Clan bloodline are not clear yet, but the demon clan bloodline is clearly that of the Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.
Throughout the entire Cloud Realm, there are perhaps no more than a hundred with this bloodline!
If one side had overwheld the other, it would have been better, but it is evenly matched.
In this Cloud Realm, in any era, almost everyone learns Martial Arts, even a minor who has not co of age can often unblock a channel.
An inconspicuous commoner can also often possess remarkable Martial Arts.
Soone like , without any Inner Strength and with no ability to truss a chicken, is indeed rare—”
Lying on the soft bed, the thoughts Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed once again ca flooding back.
In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled the mysterious Demon Language from the depths of his mory.
The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique he rembered was accompanied by a set called the Indeterminate Killing Fist and another called Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all of which could be considered Absolute Martial Arts Techniques.
And these words “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor”, Zong Shou always felt he had heard them before, but couldn’t think of the source.
“Top-level Absolute Skills, and even matched with a set of Fist Techniques and a movent technique.
With two types of high-order bloodlines, this identity is certainly not that of an ordinary person, probably indeed a noble descendant of so prominent figure in the Cloud Realm.
Could this Zong Shou be the son of a noble family?
Surna Zong?
Born in that Heavenly Fox Clan that has already been annihilated?
This na, sohow, feels sowhat familiar.
Oh, and those two servants—”
Thinking of the two who had accompanied him for the past seven days, who are now temporarily away, Zong Shou involuntarily felt dizzy again.
With the extraordinariness of those two, ‘his’ status might be much higher than he imagined.
Further thinking about the world of the ga that had beco reality, and that he was now actually in it, Zong Shou found it even more incredible.
While he was troubled by this, from outside the carriage suddenly ca a whistling sound.
Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look out the window.
He saw a woman dressed in a colorful skirt coming towards him in a flying leap.
Although she was on foot, her rushing speed was even faster than the sixteen cornered horses.
In her slender hands, she also held a huge beast’s corpse!
Seeing Zong Shou looking out from the carriage, the woman imdiately raised her head and sweetly smiled.
She was beautiful with painterly eyebrows and eyes, and on both sides behind her ears, there were a pair of extrely cute white cat ears.
It was Su Chuxue, one of his two servants upon awakening in this world.
And following her, there was also a burly man.
He was the coachman of this carriage, nad Yiin Yang, standing nine feet tall, with muscles coiled like steel, as if made of iron.
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