Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The boatman stood at the stern, his palms sweaty, muttering incantations, seemingly praying to some deity.

Several sailors ran back and forth, their faces tense, and none of them dared to speak loudly.

The sun was shining brightly at this hour, and Qin Han lay on his chair, pretending to doze off. With Tianbao and Junbao taking action, he didn't believe that the mere Giant Whale Gang could turn the world upside down.

Dong Tianbao drew his long sword.

The knife isn't a particularly famous weapon; it's made of refined steel, with a thick, heavy blade and a sharp edge.

Although it cannot compare to a divine weapon like the Dragon-Slaying Saber, this saber is sufficient for Dong Tianbao's needs.

The moment the sword was drawn, Dong Tianbao was a completely different person.

The person who was seasick and wanted to curse was still there, but that listlessness had completely dissipated.

He stretched his shoulders, then looked down at the swaying deck and couldn't help but frown.

"Fighting on the water is really annoying."

Qin Han basked in the long-awaited sunshine: "When you encounter difficulties, you must solve them."

"Big brother, what if I lose my balance for a moment..."

"That means your skills aren't up to par."

Dong Tianbao immediately fell silent... He was so angry.

I hope I don't actually get seasick when I'm doing this.

Zhang Junbao took two steps forward and stood on the other side of Qin Han.

"Big brother, do you need my help?"

Qin Han waved his hand casually, "No rush."

"Let Tianbao test the mettle of this Giant Whale Gang first."

Dong Tianbao grinned and twirled the long knife in his hand.

"Don't worry, brother, I promise I'll spare their lives."

Qin Han opened his eyes and glanced at it.

"Sichuan lacks a navy, so I intend to take down this Giant Kun Gang. I'll try not to kill too many people; deterrence is the most important thing."

Dong Tianbao coughed lightly.

"Understood, understood. I'll be more particular then."

The seasick patient who was listless just a moment ago straightened up, gripped the knife, and seemed to have been reborn.

His face was still the same, even with traces of vomit still on his lips, but the murderous aura he exuded was now uncontrollable.

This is the real Dong Tianbao.

The sailors on the ship, who were initially panicked, slowed their pace slightly upon seeing him.

Some people draw their swords to bolster their courage.

When some people draw their swords, it's time for others to start to be afraid.

Dong Tianbao clearly belongs to the latter category.

Zhang Junbao leaned against the edge of the boat, and at some point, he found himself reading a book. He had brought quite a few books with him on this trip.

There are miscellaneous books, Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and even more military treatises.

Perhaps influenced by Li Jing, Zhang Junbao has been studying military books with exceptional seriousness lately. Even when Dong Tianbao was vomiting uncontrollably, Zhang Junbao could still sit beside him and flip through the books.

Dong Tianbao even criticized him back then.

"You can look, but why read it aloud?"

Zhang Junbao replied.

"Reading it aloud makes it easier to remember."

"..."

If he hadn't been so seasick, Dong Tianbao would have loved to get up and fight him one-on-one.

At this moment, Zhang Junbao closed the book and saw Dong Tianbao's stance as if drawing his sword, so he naturally came to stand beside Dong Tianbao.

If the Giant Kun Gang has any powerful figures later that Tianbao can't defeat in a short time, he will go to their aid.

If Tianbao gets into a good fight and forgets his elder brother's words, "Don't kill too many people," then he'll have to pull a fast one.

What if you can't hold on?

Then I can only call him "Big Brother".

Anyway, Qin and Han are still there to back them up.

Looking at the two brothers, Qin Han was quite satisfied.

Needless to say, this tacit understanding is more effective than burning yellow paper, drinking blood wine, or swearing an oath to heaven.

The world of martial arts is never short of oaths.

Today they say they'll live and die together, tomorrow they'll stab you in the back for half a secret manual. How often does this happen?

Having seen so many Qin and Han dynasties, he was no longer surprised, but still said something out of concern.

"Be mindful of boundaries."

Dong Tianbao grinned and gently rested the back of his knife on his shoulder.

"I know what I'm doing."

Zhang Junbao added a comment from the side.

"When have you ever said you were being considerate, and then actually been considerate in the end?"

Dong Tianbao turned his head.

"Zhang Junbao!"

"It's just stating the facts."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

I like to talk.

Dong Tianbao was so angry he gritted his teeth, and looked at Qin Han with resentment, "Big brother, look at him..."

Qin Han was too lazy to deal with these two clowns.

Before these two get together and start fighting with outsiders, they first have to argue amongst themselves.

The merchant ship continued forward.

The giant ships of the Kun Gang drew closer and closer, their bows cleaving the river, their flags fluttering in the wind.

……

at the same time.

About two miles away from the merchant ship of Qin and Han, the flagship of the Giant Kun Gang was anchored in a relatively calm area of ​​the river.

The main ship is a three-story vessel.

There are twelve long oars on each side.

There were at least seventy or eighty gang members patrolling the deck, all of them holding knives, but something seemed off about them today.

Their voices were lowered, and their footsteps were lighter.

The old gang members, who were used to cursing and swearing, now even glanced in the direction of the main cabin before spitting.

Because the leader is receiving a distinguished guest today, a distinguished guest from Lin'an.

How expensive is it?

Before the leader entered the main cabin, he personally ordered that no one was allowed to approach.

The guards at the entrance were not from the Giant Kun's faction, but rather the guards brought by that distinguished guest.

The guards were dressed in matching black outfits, with knives at their waists. They even stopped several gang leaders who tried to pass by with cold expressions.

The leaders were furious, but dared not retaliate.

The gang leader said that those who violate the gang rules will be dealt with.

The rules of the Giant Kun Gang are very simple and often don't need to be written down.

He made a grave mistake and was thrown into the river.

Once the river covers it, all grudges and resentments fall silent.

So no matter how curious they were, no one dared to approach the main cabin.

Someone muttered in a low voice, "Just who is this guy from Lin'an? He's putting on such a big show."

The old gang member next to him glared at him.

"Are you tired of living?"

The man immediately shut up.

……

Inside the main cabin.

Yun Yuzhen sat in the chair in the center of the cabin.

She was dressed in a fiery red dress, her face flushed. This was not due to shyness or alcohol, but rather the uncontrollable turmoil of blood and qi caused by internal injuries.

The bloodstain at the corner of his mouth was from the blow he had just received, which had disrupted his internal energy, forcing him to bite his tongue to endure the pain.

Two people were lying on the ground not far in front of her.

The deputy leader, Bu Tianzhi, was a man in his forties, a master close to the innate level. He could lift a hundred-pound stone lock with one hand and could get a whole table of people drunk when he drank.

Now he was lying on the ground, his chest heaving with difficulty, and every breath he took was accompanied by blood foam.

The strategist Chen Laomou fared even worse.

This old man was thin and withered, but he could talk the dead back to life with his words. He had managed to survive several dangerous situations for the Giant Kun Gang through his cunning.

But his martial arts skills were ultimately lacking.

He had just been struck by a sword and was sent flying, crashing into the bulkhead. Now he was huddled in a corner, his eyes half-open and half-closed, barely breathing, and he didn't even have the strength to curse.

Yun Yuzhen looked at her deputy leader and strategist, then at the young man opposite her.

Dugu Ce.

He was in his late twenties, tall and slender with fair skin and a natural air of arrogance in his eyes.

That wasn't an act of putting on airs; it was something he'd been used to being fawned over and treated with deference since childhood.

He was wearing the finest samurai attire, perfectly tailored, and clearly exuding an air of wealth built from silver.

A precious sword, named the Azure Sky Red Dust Sword, hung at his waist.

The sword has a beautiful name.

The sword is beautiful too.

But when he drew his sword just now, it wasn't beautiful at all.

The wound on Chen Laomou's chest was left by this sword.

Dugu Ce, the sole heir of the Dugu family in Lin'an.

What is the background of the Dugu family?

The meritorious officials of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Her father, Dugu Feng, was an official in the imperial court and controlled most of the imperial guards. Her aunt was a concubine in the palace and had a very close relationship with the emperor.

Relatives of the emperor, confidants, powerful families.

Any one of these words is enough to suffocate the underworld gangs.