207: Chapter 186: One Man Against Thousands!_2 207: Chapter 186: One Man Against Thousands!_2 Right, he remembered that the last of his consciousness in his past life was within the “Divine Emperor” game.
In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors competed for dominance.
He, alone with a sword, fought against the multitude of heroes.
But in the final moment, a sudden electric current passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.
When he woke up again, he had already exchanged bodies.
Everything before his eyes was no longer that familiar world.
So at this moment, was he in the game, or was he actually in an era from thirteen thousand years ago?
Another wave of dizziness in his mind made Zong Shou simply put everything aside and stop thinking.
In this carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a green steel sword, about three feet long, and began to practice his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage interior.
His footwork, advancing, retreating, transferring, matched with his body shape, made the sword light shimmer within the neither large nor small space of the carriage.
Just like in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the extreme, almost perfect.
However, this basic swordsmanship, after only half a moment, left Zong Shou gasping for breath, drenched in sweat.
And the sword light figure inevitably became a little deformed.
Relying solely on his innate, never-say-die belief, he forced himself to keep going, so he wouldn’t collapse to the ground.
Not until all the strength in his body was completely drained did Zong Shou stop the sword light, sitting on the couch, panting heavily.
Once that extreme focus was finally dispersed, he immediately felt all his muscles and bones, limbs, organs, every part of his body, aching as if scorched by flames.
This was not merely out of sheer boredom, but rather pure anxiety.
This world, as well as his own situation, both made him feel an urgent sense of crisis.
He couldn’t wait to gain some strength, at the very least some ability to protect himself.
In his past life, for the sake of that game, he had trained and researched all the basics of Martial Arts to the master level.
In the whole Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand people with such an achievement.
He had already mastered the principles of the sword and its variations.
What he needed to do now was to make this body remember them firmly, make them second nature to himself.
But this body of his was truly too weak.
Just ordinary practice only allowed him to last for a short while, and his physical strength was not even half that of an average person’s.
What was more depressing was that the Basic Internal Skill could not be cultivated at all.
It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was truly weak.
In terms of strength, agility, responsiveness, he could even surpass ordinary people by a bit.
Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root could be considered top-tier talent.
It’s just that his stamina was exceptionally weak for some unknown reason.
However, after exploring for seven days, Zong Shou also had some clues.
It probably had to do with the bloodline he carried, being half-demon, part Human Clan and part Human Fox, which gave him such a handsome face.
This also caused his constitution to be so fragile.
And if he wasn’t mistaken, whether it was his paternal or maternal lineage, both should be extraordinary.
“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 are probably no more than a hundred with this bloodline!
If one side could dominate the other, that would be fine, but instead, there is a deadlock.
In the Cloud Realm, almost everyone practices Martial Arts, regardless of the era, even a minor could open up a meridian.
An inconspicuous commoner could also possess considerable Martial Arts skills.
Having a body like mine, without a sliver of Inner Strength, weaker than a chicken, is indeed rare—”
Lying on the soft couch, Zong Shou’s thoughts, which he had forcibly suppressed, surged forth once more.
In his Thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled that mysterious and exotic Demon Language from the depths of his memory.
The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique of his memory came with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all of which could be called Martial Arts Techniques of the Absolute Skill level.
And this phrase “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor” felt vaguely familiar to Zong Shou, yet he couldn’t recall where he had heard it from.
“Top-level Absolute Skill, and it even comes paired with a Fist Technique and a movement technique.
Bearing two High Order bloodlines, this identity is absolutely not that of an ordinary person; it’s likely the descendant of some distinguished figure in Cloud Realm.
Could it be that Zong Shou is a noble son?
A descendant of the Heavenly Fox Clan that was already exterminated?
This name, somehow, feels somewhat familiar.
Right, and those two servants—”
Thinking of the two companions who had accompanied him for the past seven days but were currently away, Zong Shou couldn’t help but feel dizzy once more.
Given how extraordinary the two were, ‘his’ status might be far beyond his imagination.
Further considering that the world inside that game became reality, and that he himself was now within it, Zong Shou found it even more unbelievable.
Just as he was troubled, a howl 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, soaring towards him.
Though she was on foot, her speed was faster than the sixteen cornered horses.
And in her slender, graceful hands, she was carrying a huge beast carcass!
Seeing Zong Shou looking from inside the carriage, the woman immediately lifted her head, smiling sweetly.
Her features were delicate and picturesque, and on each side behind her ears, she had a pair of extremely cute white cat ears.
It was Su Chuxue, one of the two servants he had met upon waking up in this world.
Following behind her was a burly Great Han.
He was the coachman of this carriage, named Yiin Yang, standing nine feet tall with muscles coiling like steel, as if forged from iron.