Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han glanced at the musketeers.

Fire one shot, reload one shot; the gap in between is enough for a master of innate skill to run thirty steps.

Compared to what the Sichuan Research Institute has, it's worlds apart.

It's just that the sheer number of them is annoying.

Qin Han withdrew his gaze and looked down at his hands.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and less than 20% of the true energy remained in his meridians.

This was the result of forcibly converting Ao Bai's remaining true energy just now.

However, as long as the Golden Wheel Monk doesn't take action, these people can't stop him.

It could even create an opening, allowing Chen Jinnan and his men to escape.

He took a step and was about to set off.

The air ahead suddenly seemed to sink.

Several figures darted out from behind the musketeers' ranks, moving so fast that not even a flicker of the muzzle flashed.

The leader was dressed in a wide robe with long sleeves. He was of medium height, and his face had sharp, chiseled features.

He was in his early forties, with high cheekbones and eyes that revealed the indifference of someone who had long held a high position.

The footsteps of the Qin and Han dynasties remained rooted to the spot.

The man's sleeves moved without wind, and the internal energy surging beneath his sleeves was extremely powerful.

The qi spread out, directly covering all retreat routes within ten steps in front of Qin Han.

Qin Han's pupils contracted sharply.

Grandmaster.

Another grandmaster!

Could it be that Emperor Kangxi had such a figure hidden around him?

No wonder a young emperor who was not even twenty years old dared to risk his life to show himself.

The quality of that energy was completely different from that of Ao Bai and Jinlun Fawang.

Ao Bai is the epitome of fierce and ruthless martial arts, while Jinlun Fawang is the profound and dignified martial arts honed through esoteric Buddhist practice. This person's aura is alive—softness wrapped with killing intent, and killing intent revealing a kind of effortless composure.

It's like he's poured all his life's skills into his two sleeves.

A universe hidden in a sleeve.

Three words came to mind.

Du Fuwei.

Yun Yuzhen had previously reported on the situation in Jianghuai, saying that a newly emerged overlord had suppressed all the forces.

Qin Han found it strange at the time. It's not the end of the Sui Dynasty anymore. How come no one is dealing with Du Fuwei, who is so rampant in Qing territory?

The answer is now before us.

He was one of Emperor Kangxi's men.

The overlord of Jianghuai, a descendant of the bandit lineage, and a top grandmaster in the world of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling's godfather.

This person was a spy for a young emperor, and he was very well hidden.

Du Fuwei was followed by four other people, all of whom were above the Innate Realm. Their positions were carefully chosen, forming a subtle encirclement.

A look of seriousness flashed across Qin Han's eyes.

Faced with Du Fuwei in his prime, he couldn't escape in his current crippled state.

Kangxi's voice came from behind.

"Mr. Ye's martial arts skills are divine; I admire him greatly."

Qin Han ignored Kangxi's smugness.

"But since I dared to come, I won't just bring a few muskets."

Kangxi took two steps forward, with twelve imperial guards standing close to his side.

The young emperor looked at the black and gold dragon pattern on Qin Han's chest, and something new appeared in his eyes.

fear.

This young man twisted off Ao Bai's head with his bare hands; keeping such a person around is a disaster.

"I invited Mr. Du to come out of retirement three years ago."

Kangxi spoke calmly, but there was no shortage of youthful pride in his voice: "It's been three years, and no one outside knows."

Qin Han's gaze was fixed on Du Fuwei.

This old man hid for three whole years and never showed his face once.

Ao Bai didn't know, the Heaven and Earth Society didn't know, and Wei Xiaobao didn't know either; otherwise, they would have told him long ago.

His reputation only began to circulate in the Jianghuai region around the time of his birthday banquet.

Emperor Kangxi, that young emperor, was frighteningly cunning.

Du Fuwei spoke up.

"You're Ye Wudao? Yun Yuzhen is your woman?"

Qin Han did not deny it.

Could it be that Yun Yuzhen has run into someone from the other side?

"I have long admired Senior Du's reputation, and Chief Yun is indeed one of my men."

Du Fuwei's lips twitched slightly, but it wasn't exactly a smile.

"I've heard of your reputation. You dared to kill members of the Dugu family and even cripple that old man Dugu Feng's son. Impressive."

Old Eyes looked Qin Han up and down.

"You've reached the Grandmaster level in your early twenties. Neither of my two good-for-nothing adopted sons have your talent. It's a pity... we're not on the same path."

Before he finished speaking, his sleeves suddenly billowed up.

Two white beams of energy shot out from his sleeves, one on the left and one on the right, sealing off Qin Han's waist, ribs, and head.

A universe hidden in a sleeve.

The moves weren't particularly fancy or sophisticated, but the power contained in each pillar of energy was three times more substantial than Ao Bai's full-force punch.

Qin Han's true energy was only 20% remaining; to take the hit head-on would be suicide.

He dodged to the side, shattering a blue brick with his right foot, and used the recoil to move three feet to the side.

Two jets of air grazed past the hem of her clothes and slammed into the ground behind her.

A section of the bluestone slab shattered, and the fragments flew three zhang (approximately 10 meters) high.

Du Fuwei's eyes narrowed, and with a quick movement of his sleeves, a second wave of attack followed.

This time there are four lines, blocking off all four sides simultaneously.

Qin Han stumbled twice, forcibly activated the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, and his remaining true energy surged in his meridians, causing his body to emit a dull pain warning.

He deflected the first two columns of air close to his body, causing his sleeves to burst open.

The third one grazed past my shoulder, taking away a layer of skin and causing blood to gush out.

The fourth attack came head-on, leaving no room to dodge.

Qin Han briefly gathered power in his right palm, and finally poured his true energy into his palm.

"Shocking for miles around!"

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms forcefully blocked the pillar of energy.

A mountain-like pressure came from my palm, the floor tiles beneath my feet shattered, and my knees bent half an inch.

We made it through.

Blood trickled from the corner of Qin Han's mouth, and a dull, tearing pain shot through his veins.

Du Fuwei stood still, his sleeves hanging down at his sides, staring at Qin Han for a couple of moments.

"As expected, heroes emerge from among the young. After that great battle, he was able to withstand several of my moves. Anyone else would have fallen after the first move."

Qin Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the dragon pattern on his chest flickering.

The four innate masters behind Du Fuwei took two more steps forward.

Kangxi stood behind the musketeers, his bright yellow dragon robe particularly dazzling in the firelight.

Kangxi's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression changed.

"Mr. Ye is a talented man, and I can give him a chance."

Qin Han turned around and glanced at him.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender. I may spare your life, and even grant you a respectable status."

Qin Han smiled.

With a slight movement of his lips, a thin stream of true energy condensed into a voice, piercing through the noise of the broken bricks and ruins, and reaching deep underground two streets away.

Almost simultaneously, a very slight tremor came from the ground.

Starting from the feet and moving upwards, the frequency is very low, and you won't notice it if you're not paying attention.

Du Fuwei frowned and looked down at his feet.

The vibrations became increasingly noticeable.

From the direction of Aobai Mansion, deep underground, came a muffled rumble.

Wei Xiaobao.

Gunpowder depot.

Qin Han was relieved that he still had Xiao Bao as his last trump card today, otherwise things would have been really bad.

Emperor Kangxi's expression changed drastically.

"not good!"

Duolong reacted first, drew his sword and shouted.

"Protect the Emperor!!"

A deafening roar erupted from underground.

"BOOM!!!"

From the direction of Aobai Mansion, a ball of fire shot into the sky.

The blast wave, carrying rubble and broken wood, swept across from two streets away.

The musketeers' formation was scattered by the shockwave, and the formation of three thousand Imperial Guards also became chaotic.

Du Fuwei flashed forward, his sleeves billowing out, and his true energy protected the area around Kangxi.

But his attention was momentarily diverted by the explosion.

In that instant, Qin and Han made their move.