Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Two dark gold fist shadows came from the left and right.

Qin Han's right fist met the left, while his left palm flipped out to meet the right.

"Boom!"

Two loud explosions occurred almost simultaneously.

A section of the floor tiles beneath Qin Han's feet was broken.

Ao Bai's arms were shaken so badly that they were slightly spread apart, and the dark golden luster on the surface of the Golden Bell Cover trembled violently.

Neither of them backed down.

Qin Han rotated his right fist half an inch, and the primal force of the Dragon God Skill poured into Ao Bai's left wrist from his fist.

For the first time in fifty years, Ao Bai felt the pain of his bones being crushed in a head-on confrontation.

His Thirteen Protectors' Golden Bell Cover could withstand swords and even cannons, but it couldn't stop this extreme bone-crushing power.

"good!"

Ao Bai roared!

The muscle fibers in both arms were stretched to their limit, and the dark golden luster re-condensed.

A backhand elbow strike!

Point your elbow directly at your temple.

Qin Han turned his head to avoid it.

The elbow gust grazed past his ear, and the resulting shockwave snapped three wooden pillars on his left.

Before Ao Bai could retract his elbow, Qin Han grabbed his elbow joint with his left palm and pulled it back.

Lift your right knee at the same time.

Right on the abdomen!

"Bang!"

The more than 200-pound body was bent over by the knee, and a dull tremor came from the abdomen protected by the Golden Bell Shield.

Ao Bai groaned and stomped back two steps, crushing the broken bricks into powder.

They didn't retreat to the third step.

He grabbed Qin Han's right knee with his backhand and tucked his five fingers inside.

The gripping force, enhanced by the Golden Bell Shield, can even deform stainless steel.

Qin Han's body was now tense, and his knees remained motionless.

Ao Bai's five fingers gripped it, but he couldn't get them down even a fraction.

The bones and muscles refined by the Dragon God Skill are even harder than the Golden Bell Cover.

Ao Bai's eyes were bloodshot.

Fifty years on the battlefield.

I've never encountered anything like this before. My pride and strength seem utterly inadequate in front of a young man.

"drink!"

Release your right hand, bring your palms together, and chop down from above your head!

Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The final move of the Thirteen Protectors' Golden Bell Cover!

He channeled his inner energy into his palms, causing the dark golden luster to increase threefold, and his entire arm swelled to the point of being deformed.

If that palm strike landed, it would collapse half of the city wall.

Qin Han tucked his fists to his waist.

He unleashed the full power of the Dragon God Technique.

He threw a punch.

It struck the center of Ao Bai's clasped hands.

"Boom—Buzz!!!"

The Intermediate People's Court was bombed.

The remaining pillars were all broken, and Ao Bai's tiger-skin chair on the high platform was smashed into dust!

Carved doors and windows flew out of their frames, scattering wood fragments everywhere.

The shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, knocking everyone present to the ground.

Chen Jinnan stabbed his sword into the floor tile, barely managing to steady himself. He used his left hand to protect the two disciples beside him. A shockwave swept over his back, tearing a hole in his long robe.

Yue Buqun was pushed six steps away, and Ning Zhongze rushed over to support him.

After regaining his footing, he fixed his gaze on the front, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulging. Faced with such a clash, Yue Buqun didn't even have the right to participate.

Qiu Chuji stopped when his feet were embedded three inches into the broken bricks. The old Taoist looked up at the center, his lips slightly parted, and remained open for a long time.

Fat Monk and Lu Gaoxuan lay on the ground, their heads covered in dust.

The center of the collision.

Ao Bai's palms were knocked away.

The dark gold luster flashed intensely, and a small crack appeared on the surface of the Golden Bell Cover at the left elbow.

The crack is very shallow and almost invisible to the naked eye.

But Ao Bai sensed it.

Nearly forty years.

The Golden Bell Shield, which no weapon could leave a mark on, cracked.

Qin Han stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The long gown was riddled with holes from the shockwave; the right sleeve was completely gone, and the left side had a large tear from the shoulder to the waist, with the fabric hanging precariously.

Qin Han glanced down.

He ripped off his torn shirt and threw it on the ground.

The entire courtyard fell silent.

It's not because the battle has stopped.

Because of the exposed upper body of the Qin and Han dynasties.

A broad chest and firm muscles are nothing unusual.

What's unusual is the dragon pattern that extends from the left shoulder to the right rib.

Black and gold.

The dragon's head is coiled on its left shoulder, with its five claws outstretched.

The dragon's body meanders over its sternum, and its tail tucks into its right waist.

Its scales are clearly defined, and its whiskers and claws are fully visible.

Black background with gold outlines.

Under the golden aura surrounding his body, the dragon patterns seemed to tremble slightly.

The dragon's head had eyes that gleamed with a ghostly golden light, and its body was covered in undulating scales.

Live.

It looks alive.

A heavy, oppressive aura emanated from Qin Han, like the tremors that rise from the ground before a mountain collapses, pressing directly on everyone's spine.

Of the more than 300 people present, Ao Bai had the strongest reaction.

The Manchu's greatest warrior stared at the black and gold dragon pattern, his pupils shrinking sharply.

An extraordinary natural phenomenon?!

He has killed countless people and witnessed countless strange things on the battlefield.

I've never seen anyone with this on them before.

It doesn't look like a thorn, nor like a painting.

Ao Bai had stood before the dragon throne in the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City for decades, and he knew better than anyone what kind of aura the emperor, the supreme ruler, should have.

Yet the oppressive aura emanating from this young man was comparable to the imposing presence of the late emperor.

The crack on his left arm throbbed with pain, and for the first time, the dark golden luster of the Golden Bell Shield showed unstable fluctuations.

Chen Jinnan looked at the dragon pattern on Qin Han's back.

Five-clawed dragon pattern.

He knew that Qin Han would become the King of Shu in less than two years, but he never imagined that this young man would possess the aura of a true dragon.

Chen Jinnan's hand holding the sword trembled. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the four words "overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming" should be put into practice to truly restore the Ming.

Yue Buqun stared intently at the dragon pattern, sensing the pressure emanating from it.

From Mount Hua to Mount Song, and from Mount Song to the capital, he had spent half his life scheming and plotting, but in the face of the power that Qin and Han had now revealed, everything seemed to have become a joke.

Hong Antong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He is a grandmaster, and a grandmaster's judgment of danger is ten times more accurate than that of an ordinary person.

At this moment, there was only one thought.

run.

Run as far away as you can, and don't get involved in this matter.

The few remaining Tibetan monks behind Ao Bai retreated simultaneously the moment the pressure of the dragon pattern swept over them.

Tantric practitioners are most sensitive to dragon energy.

The four looked at each other in bewilderment. The old monk who was leading them put his hands together and actually sat down on the spot.

Not playing anymore?!

On the ruins of the high platform, Ao Bai's body covered in knife scars writhed menacingly under the dark gold light.

Qin Han stood opposite him.

The black and gold dragon pattern seemed to swirl and breathe in rhythm with his breathing, exuding an aura of imperial power without anger.

The greatest warrior of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the Prince of Shu in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The two faced off across the ruins, with everyone else becoming mere background.

Ao Bai grinned.

Laughed.

The laughter rose from low to high, making the broken bricks beneath their feet bounce three times.

"Good! Well done, Ye Wudao!"

The dark gold luster returned.

A trace of blood seeped from the crack.

Ao Bai ignored everything and clenched his fists again, his knuckles cracking.

"Let's see today whether your extraordinary natural ability is truly hard or not!"

Ao Bai shot straight toward Qin Han like a cannonball!

Qin Han, shirtless, went to meet him.

The black and gold dragon pattern on his chest suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, the dragon's head was raised, and its whiskers fluttered!

The two men threw their fists at the same time.