212: Chapter 187: Extreme Sword Intent!_2 212: Chapter 187: Extreme Sword Intent!_2 Indeed, he remembered that in his past life, his last conscious moment was inside the “Divine Emperor” game.
In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors battled for supremacy.
He fought alone with a sword against numerous heroes, but in the last moment, a sudden jolt of electricity surged through his body, and he lost all consciousness.
When he woke up again, he had already switched bodies.
Everything before his eyes was no longer that familiar world.
So now, was he in the game or in a real era from thirteen thousand years ago?
Feeling dizzy once more, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking.
In this carriage where he had nothing to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began to practice swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage room.
His footwork was a dance of advance and retreat, turning and shifting in coordination with his body, making the sword light flicker in the not too big, not too small carriage.
Just like in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the extreme, nearly perfect.
However, this Basic Sword Technique practice lasted only half a moment before Zong Shou was gasping for breath, his whole body covered in cold sweat.
And the silhouette of the sword light inevitably became a bit distorted.
It was only by clinging to his innate, unyielding belief that he managed to keep from collapsing.
It was only when the last bit of strength in his body was completely drained that Zong Shou stopped the sword light and sat gasping on the couch.
When his highly focused attention finally dispersed, he immediately felt pain in his muscles, limbs, organs, and every part of his body, as if they were scorched by flames.
This was not simply out of boredom but pure uneasiness.
The world around him and his own situation all made him feel a sense of urgent crisis.
He was eager to gain some strength, at least some ability to protect his own life.
In his previous life, for that game, he had practiced and researched all Martial Artist foundations to the level of a great master.
In the entire Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand people who had achieved this.
He had mastered the principles and variations of swordsmanship.
What he needed to do now was to make this body remember them firmly, to become his instinct.
But his body was truly too weak.
Just ordinary practice would only support him for the time of a single cup of tea, his physical strength not even half that of an average person.
What was even more frustrating was that he couldn’t practice Basic Internal Skill at all.
It’s not that Zong Shou’s body was truly weak.
In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and quickness, he could even surpass ordinary people.
His root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root could also be considered first-class talent.
It was just his physical strength, for some unknown reason, that was extraordinarily weak.
However, after seven days of exploring, Zong Shou already had some clues.
It must be the bloodline within him, being a Half-demon of Human Clan and fox, that gave him such a handsome face.
It also caused the frailty of his constitution.
Moreover, if he was not mistaken, either his father’s or mother’s lineage should be extraordinary.
“This Human Clan bloodline, its characteristics are still unclear.
But this demon 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 overwhelmed the other, it would be fine, but they are at a stalemate.
In the Cloud Realm, in any era, almost everyone learns Martial Arts, and even a minor who has not come of age can often open up a meridian.
An unassuming citizen can often possess a body of no small Martial Arts.
Someone like me, without a trace of Inner Strength and unable to tie up a chicken, is indeed rare—”
Lying on the soft couch, Zong Shou’s thoughts, which he had forcefully suppressed, came flooding back all at once.
In his thoughts, he also almost subconsciously recalled the mysterious and exotic Demon Language from deep within his memory.
The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his memory also came with an Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation— all could be regarded as Martial Arts Techniques of Absolute Skill.
And those words “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou always felt he had heard of them before, but could not remember where.
“Top-level Absolute Skill, paired with a Fist Technique and a movement technique on top.
With two High Order bloodlines, this identity is definitely not ordinary, likely the descendant of a notable figure from the Cloud Realm.
Could it be that this Zong Shou is the noble son of a prestigious family?
From that Heavenly Fox Clan which has already gone extinct?
This name, somehow, feels vaguely familiar.
Right, and those two servants—”
Thinking of the two who had been traveling with him these past seven days but were currently away for a while, Zong Shou couldn’t help but feel a surge of dizziness and headache.
Given the extraordinary nature of those two, it was likely that ‘his’ status was far beyond his imagination.
And then to think of the world in the game becoming a reality, and himself actually being in the midst of it, Zong Shou found it all the more unbelievable.
Just as he was troubled by these thoughts, a howling came from outside the carriage.
Zong Shou lifted an eyebrow and looked out the window.
He saw a woman dressed in a colorful skirt approaching rapidly.
Although on foot, her speed was even faster than the sixteen horned horses.
And in her delicate hands, she was holding the corpse of a large beast!
Seeing Zong Shou inside the carriage looking out, the woman immediately raised her head and smiled sweetly.
Her appearance was graceful, her features picturesque, and on either side behind her ears, there were a pair of adorable white cat ears.
It was Su Chuxue, one of the two servants he had when he first woke up in this world.
Following her was a large, burly Great Han.
He was the coachman of this carriage, named Yiin Yang, standing at nine feet tall, with muscles that were rippling and robust as if forged from iron.