Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Ao Bai's sinister smile was still on his face, but he had already moved.

He ripped open the dark blue python robe with both hands!

The morning beads broke, and the eastern pearls rolled all over the ground, tinkling and bouncing on the broken bricks.

The exposed body caused everyone to gasp in shock.

His body was covered in knife scars.

From the collarbone to the abdomen, there are at least forty or fifty crisscrossing lines.

Some are as wide as a finger, some as thin as a hair; each one is a medal earned with one's life on the battlefield!

His bronze-colored muscles were bulging and knotted, not the kind that look good from training in a martial arts school, but the kind that looks like they've been through countless killings. Each muscle was irregularly shaped, with a rough texture that looked like it had been repeatedly torn apart and regrown.

A man in his fifties has a muscle density that is more exaggerated than that of a muscular man in his twenties.

"The Thirteen Protectors' Iron Bell Cover Technique!"

Chen Jinnan's voice came from ahead, filled with barely suppressed urgency.

"The highest level of external martial arts in Tantric Buddhism! Invulnerable to swords and spears, impervious to water and fire!"

Qin Han heard it.

The Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Iron Bell Cover Technique.

He had gleaned a few words about this skill from the books Li Qingluo had sent him. It was the highest level of external martial arts belonging to the lineage of the Tantric Dharma Protectors. It was said that once mastered, one's muscles and bones could be as strong as refined steel.

It shares similarities with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill of the Shaolin Temple in Central China.

According to Qing Dynasty documents, when Ao Bai was young, he charged into battle as a soldier in white armor, and even after being stabbed seventeen times, he was still able to kill the enemy general.

Others may have thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems they probably underestimated it.

Ao Bai slowly opened his arms.

A layer of golden luster seeped out from beneath his skin.

It's not the external release of internal energy; it's the muscles themselves emitting light.

The phrase "copper skin and iron bones" doesn't even begin to describe him. A metallic sheen spreads along every old scar, eventually covering his entire body, even the fat on his face has a golden hue.

The greatest warrior of the Qing Dynasty.

This title wasn't bestowed by the imperial court; it was earned through bloodshed!

No wonder the young Emperor Kangxi couldn't deal with this monster; no matter how much thought he had, he could only behave himself.

Ao Bai looked at Qin Han, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Our family has killed more people on the battlefield than you, a little kid, have eaten rice."

Before he could finish speaking...

Ao Bai was lifted into the air!

The nearly two-hundred-foot-tall figure rose three zhang from the ground, flipped half a circle in mid-air, raised its right fist high above its head, wrapped in the golden energy of a bell shield, and smashed down from above.

The fist hadn't even landed yet.

The force of the punch arrived first!

The air was torn open, producing a sharp, ear-piercing explosion.

The remaining tables, chairs, and benches in the courtyard were swept away by the force of the punch and shattered into wood chips.

The three closest Heaven and Earth Society disciples were thrown back seven or eight steps by the shockwave.

Chen Jinnan tightened his grip on the sword.

Fast, too fast!

Despite its enormous size, its speed rivals that of unparalleled lightness skills.

When the Golden Bell Shield is mastered to this level, it's not just about defense; speed and explosive power are also pushed to an extraordinary degree.

Yue Buqun took a step back; he had no interest in experiencing the oppressive force of Ao Bai's punch.

The force attached to that fist was at least a thousand pounds.

Can't stop!

Qiu Chuji's sword sprang from its sheath, and his whole body tensed up.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen might be able to withstand this attack if they joined forces, but that's only a possibility.

Qin Han saw that Ao Bai attacked without warning, his fist carrying golden light and sonic booms.

His eyes shone brightly with golden light, indicating that he already possessed the Yi Jin Jing, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and the Qiankun Great Wheel, which were further refined by the Dragon God Skill.

Now his physical strength is no less than that of an indestructible Vajra. A tremendous force surges through his limbs and bones. This punch will not use any true energy. He intends to test the mettle of this number one warrior of the Manchu Qing Dynasty with pure physical strength!

Step firmly with your right foot, then take a half step forward with your left foot, sink your waist and hips, and raise your right fist from your waist!

Ao Bai's fist slammed down from above.

Qin Han's fist met the attack from below.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

"boom!!!"

It wasn't the clang of metal against metal.

It's a thunderclap!

A head-on clash between two grandmasters!

The moment the fists collided, a visible shockwave spread outwards from the point of contact in all directions!

The floor tiles cracked radially from the two people, and pebbles flew everywhere, hitting the remaining wooden pillars and creating holes.

Everyone still standing in the courtyard was pushed back by the blast wave.

Chen Jinnan managed to steady himself after leaving two long marks on the ground with his feet.

Yue Buqun was forced back five steps, and only managed to avoid falling by holding his iron sword horizontally in front of him.

Ao Bai's body remained suspended in mid-air, unable to come down.

Qin Han's fist forcefully lifted his nearly 200-pound body into the air!

The dark golden bell shield trembled violently at the point of impact, and Ao Bai's fist bones creaked.

His fist didn't penetrate even an inch.

Ao Bai's eyes bulged out.

It wasn't the pain, it was the shock!

He had practiced his Thirteen Bodyguards Golden Bell Cover technique for forty years.

From the age of fifteen when he joined the White Armor Army, he was subjected to daily iron sand instillation into his palms, stone hammer tempering of his bones, and medicinal baths to quench his body, and he was completely indifferent to women.

He broke six bones and had three layers of skin replaced. For forty years, he worked tirelessly, forging himself into an iron man!

This body even withstood cannon fire!

In his eyes, even masters of innate talent could be killed with a single move, and even being trapped in the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation of Tantric Buddhism could not hold him back.

No one had ever been able to take that punch head-on and still keep him airborne.

Never!

Qin Han's fist was too steady.

The Dragon God Technique tempering his body, combined with the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Yi Jin Jing, and the Great Shift of the Universe repeatedly tempering his muscles, bones, and meridians, makes Qin Han's physical strength perhaps unmatched in this world.

He took the punch with brute force, without any internal energy, just to test just how tough his body really was.

The answer is: Tough enough!

"Bang!"

Qin Han stomped his foot and exerted force again, sending his fist upward.

Ao Bai was thrown back, tumbling in the air, his boots crushing the tiger-skin chair beneath him.

Ao Bai landed, looked at the young man before him, and burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Well done, impressive skills!"

The reactions from the audience varied.

Chen Jinnan's hand holding the unsheathed longsword trembled, not from fear, but from a shock that burned from his scalp to his toes.

In all these years of fighting against the Qing and restoring the Ming, he had never seen anyone who could withstand Ao Bai's Golden Bell Shield with their bare body. The Heaven and Earth Society had intercepted and killed Ao Bai more than once or twice, but they couldn't even break through his defenses, let alone force him to retreat.

Qin and Han, however, managed to force them to retreat!

Yue Buqun stood behind the broken table, his iron sword hanging at his side, completely motionless.

I received every single shockwave from that punch.

That wasn't a clash of true qi.

It's a direct battle between two physical bodies!

Qin Han's punch just now was without any real energy; it was a hard collision of bones and muscles.

This realization sent a chill down Yue Buqun's spine.

He went to great lengths to master the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, but he was still inferior to a young man.

Hong Antong unknowingly took three steps back.

After taking three steps back, I realized I had already retreated.

He was a grandmaster, and his instincts told him not to get close when facing another grandmaster.

Ao Bai stood atop the shattered tiger-skin chair, its golden sheen turning a dark gold.

They were keeping an eye on Qin Han, a prominent figure in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Fifty years have passed. He has fought wars his whole life and killed people his whole life.

Finally, he's met someone who can make him really serious!

"it is good."

Ao Bai clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked!

The dark gold sheen was three times stronger than before, spreading from the fist to the forearm and then to the shoulder.

The Thirteen Protectors' Golden Bell Shield was activated at full power.

"Today, our family is going to have a blast with you!"

Ao Bai leaped down from the high platform, this time not with a single fist.

He threw out both fists at the same time.

Two dark golden fist shadows simultaneously slammed towards Qin Han from the left and right sides.

Qin Han muttered to himself, "Well done!"

As the right fist met the attack, a dragon-shaped flash appeared in the palm of the left hand!