Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

He had run all the way here, and before he could catch his breath, his gaze was fixed on the center of the hall.

He saw blood everywhere, the man standing in the pool of blood, and the woman being dragged along the ground by Lan Jian.

The woman was wearing a blood-stained white dress, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in mud. She was looking at him with a pitiful expression.

Afei's pupils dilated instantly, and his breathing stopped abruptly.

His hand slowly reached for the iron sword on his back.

A murderous aura erupted from the boy and shot straight at Qin Han.

Qin Han narrowed his eyes, looking at the boy at the door, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"They arrived pretty quickly, but it seems like they've already become simps."

He muttered something to himself, planted the Bloodthirsty Blade in the ground, and pressed his right hand on the hilt.

This play is getting more and more interesting.

The sword strike was swift.

The sword flashed, so fast that it was impossible to see it clearly.

There was no sword energy, only pure speed.

Ah Fei's hands were very steady; the rusty iron sheet seemed particularly deadly in his hands.

His target was the hand that Lan Jian was holding Lin Xian'er with.

"Let her go!"

The boy's roar was still in his throat when the tip of the sword had already pierced Lan Jian's wrist.

Lan Jian's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. She hadn't expected that this boy in tattered clothes could draw his sword so quickly.

Just as the metal sheet was about to pierce the skin, two fingers appeared out of thin air and firmly clamped the sword.

Ding.

A crisp sound.

Ah Fei felt a tremendous force coming from his wrist, which made his arm go numb.

He gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, desperately trying to pull the sword back, but the blade wouldn't budge.

Qin Han stood there, his left hand still behind his back, his right index and middle fingers holding the rusty iron, a hint of mockery on his face.

"Is this what a fast sword is?"

Qin Han twisted his fingers slightly.

collapse!

The iron sword broke in two.

Afei staggered back a few steps, clutching a broken sword in his hand, his eyes filled with a fierce glint.

"I won't let you touch her!"

Afei stared intently at Qin Han, his chest heaving violently.

Lin Xian'er was everything to him, the only warmth he had in this world. Anyone who dared to touch her would die.

Qin Han casually tossed the broken blade he was holding onto the ground, making a clanging sound.

"Touch her?"

Qin Han seemed to have heard a joke, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his fingers.

"This woman smells terrible; I feel like touching her would make my hands dirty."

Hearing this, Lin Xian'er, who was lying on the ground, shuddered violently.

Ah Fei's eyes turned red.

"Shut up! I won't allow you to insult Xian'er!"

He gripped the broken sword and charged forward again.

"idiot."

Qin Han slapped him across the face.

This slap wasn't delivered with true energy; it was purely the physical strength of a Grandmaster.

Snapped!

Ah Fei was so badly hit that he spun around on the spot, half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head, wanting to rush again.

"Look at this before you go crazy."

Qin Han heard Lin Shiyin whisper something, glanced at her with a playful expression, took a thick stack of letters from her, and threw them at A Fei's face.

The letter scattered and fell to the ground.

Each sheet of paper carried that cheap and pungent scent of cosmetics.

Afei was stunned.

A piece of paper drifted down to his feet, and he was very familiar with the delicate handwriting on it; it was Lin Xian'er's handwriting.

He once treasured every word Lin Xian'er wrote.

By the candlelight in the hall, the words on the document sent a shiver down his spine.

"Master Qiu, did I serve you well last night? You must retrieve the golden silk armor from the Plum Blossom Thief for me..."

"Master Zhao, that silly boy Afei is still guarding outside the door, like an obedient dog. Don't worry, once he kills our enemy for us, I'll send him away..."

"Want to try my new tricks? See you at the back door tonight..."

Afei's hands began to tremble.

He picked up one, then another.

Each letter features a different protagonist: the head镖师 (chief镖师) of a镖局 (镖局 is a type of security escort agency), a renowned swordsman, and even a few notorious lecherous thieves.

The blatant obscenity and exploitation in the text made his stomach churn.

"No...this isn't real..."

Afei raised his head and looked at Lin Xian'er with a flustered expression.

He was waiting for an explanation.

He would believe it if Lin Xian'er said it was all a lie, even if she was just deceiving him.

Lin Xian'er lay on the ground, her hair disheveled, revealing a face covered in mud.

She saw the letter on the ground, and she also saw the hope in Ah Fei's eyes.

But she knew even more clearly that only Qin Han could decide her life or death.

Ah Fei's sword was broken; he couldn't save her in front of this man.

Lin Xian'er is a smart woman; she knows how to choose.

"Ah Fei, you should leave now."

Lin Xian'er suddenly spoke, her voice sharp and tinged with disdain.

Afei's body stiffened.

"Xian'er?"

"Don't call me by my name! It's disgusting!"

Lin Xian'er scrambled to her feet, but instead of crawling towards A Fei, she crawled towards Qin Han's feet.

She stretched out her hands, which should have been used for playing the zither and appreciating flowers, and tightly hugged Qin Han's boots.

"Master Qin! Lord Qin!"

Lin Xian'er pressed her face against Qin Han's dusty shoes, her voice so obsequious it gave one goosebumps.

"I have absolutely no connection with this wild boy! It's him who keeps bothering me!"

"I only kept him around to be your watchdog! He's the one who's trying to eat a swan!"

boom.

Ah Fei felt like something inside his head had collapsed.

He stared blankly at the woman groveling at Qin Han's feet.

Was that the fairy he guarded all night in the snowstorm?

Is that the goddess he swore to protect with his life?

"Look, this is your fairy."

Qin Han looked down at the woman at his feet, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Beneath his shirt, the dragon tattoo on his chest began to heat up, a surge of scorching heat flowing through his veins.

Qin Han could clearly sense that a pure aura was emanating from A Fei.

That was the energy emanating from Afei after his beliefs collapsed.

This is something Qin and Han hadn't anticipated; could plunder be done in this way?

However, this feeling of complete comfort is truly wonderful.

"Master Qin, I can do everything... I've served many people, I'm the most experienced..."

Lin Xian'er continued to ramble on, degrading herself to the dust in order to survive.

She even turned her head and spat viciously at Ah Fei.

"Get out of here! You're so poor and pathetic, don't you even take a good look at yourself in the mirror? You think you're worthy of liking me?"

"If it weren't for your decent swordsmanship, I would have had you chopped to pieces and fed to the dogs long ago!"

Afei stood there, the broken half of his sword falling to the ground with a clang.

His body was trembling, and a chill ran through his bones.

The chill made him feel as if his heart had frozen.

Qin Han squinted, enjoying the heat emanating from the dragon pattern on his chest.

Ah Fei's sharpness had vanished, and he became lifeless, yet still exuded an indescribable sharpness.

Pure love is dead.

But a truly ruthless swordsman was born.