Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The wheels came to a stop.

The driver pulled on the reins, the horse snorted, and its hooves remained rooted to the spot.

Qin Han opened his eyes.

A jumble of footsteps came from outside the curtain, metal objects clashed, and many people landed at the same time, their footsteps making the gravel on the official road creak.

The grapes that Da Shuang'er had peeled were suspended in mid-air.

Xiao Shuang'er withdrew her hands that were pushing his internal energy, and shrank back to his side.

Xiao Shuang'er spoke softly.

"Young master..."

Qin Han raised his hand and pressed down on the back of Da Shuang'er's hand, signaling her not to move.

The driver outside the curtain trembled, his feigned fear perfectly convincing.

"Gentlemen, I'm just a errand boy for a silk shop in the city. I carry the documents with me. I'm delivering goods south..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand pulled the entire carriage curtain open from the outside.

Light shines in.

A square-faced man with stubble peered into the carriage, wearing an imperial guard badge at his waist, his left hand on his sword and his right hand supporting the carriage shaft.

The head guard was conducting a routine carriage inspection. His gaze swept around the carriage, first noticing two pretty maids, then landing on the man leaning against the cushions.

The person didn't move.

But the man had coarse cloth wrapped around his left shoulder and waist.

The head guard held his breath.

He stared at the image all night. He was shirtless, injured on his left shoulder, in his early twenties, with outstanding looks, and a reward of ten thousand gold coins was offered for his head; whoever took his head would be granted a noble title.

All four were correct.

It's impossible for a silk merchant to run out of the city with such serious injuries.

The head guard took three steps back, drew his sword, and roared wildly at the top of his lungs.

"It's you! Ye Wudao! The traitor on the city lockdown order! A reward of ten thousand taels of gold! A noble title! He's in the carriage!"

That shout brought out everyone who had been hiding all night.

Dozens of barricades were placed across the road on both sides, effectively blocking the road.

Eighty imperial guards in black uniforms stood up simultaneously behind the barricade.

The muskets they carried were not the kind that were fired and reloaded one shot at a time, like the ones at Ao Bai's mansion last night.

The crossbow was short, the crossbow arm was thick, and the arrowheads in the crossbow slots were bluish-black.

Breaking-edge crossbow.

A powerful weapon in the army specifically designed to deal with masters of innate talent; it can penetrate the opponent's protective aura within thirty paces.

Even a skilled, naturally gifted person couldn't save him with a single arrow.

All eighty crossbows were aimed at the blue cloth carriage.

The head guard retreated behind the barricade and swung his sword forward.

"Release them! Release them all! That's a fortune, brothers!"

The sound of bowstrings snapping echoed continuously.

Nearly a hundred arrows were fired from behind the chevaux-de-frise on both sides, sealing off all sides of the carriage, even covering the roof.

The arrow pierced the air with a piercing sound.

Inside the carriage, Da Shuang'er rushed over to protect Xiao Shuang'er, turning her back to the direction from which the arrow came and curling up her whole body.

The Qin and Han dynasties did not make any changes.

He didn't change his posture at all while leaning against the cushion.

In just one night, the Dragon God Skill restored most of his true energy. Although he was still injured and had intermittent dull pain in his ribs, he was more than capable of dealing with these people.

A grandmaster is not someone who can be easily slashed.

A layer of qi silently arose three feet away from the body.

Only the air inside the compartment was slightly distorted.

Ding!

There was no clanging sound of metal.

Nearly a hundred poisoned arrows struck the protective aura and were suspended in mid-air.

The arrowhead was less than a foot from the carriage curtain, stopping there, unable to advance even a fraction.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Click click click click!

The arrow shaft broke in the middle, the arrowhead shattered into powder, and poison fragments fell and covered the ground.

None of them could penetrate that defense.

The official road was deathly silent.

The captain of the guard froze in mid-air, his face still bearing the excitement born of his greed.

He had practiced martial arts for twenty years and rose to the position of chief imperial guard, believing himself to have seen it all and had experienced many things.

But what he saw before him shattered his understanding of the world.

Nearly a hundred crossbow bolts couldn't even touch the carriage curtain.

Several guards behind him were already moving backward, their hands trembling so much that they could barely nock the arrows.

"This...this is fucking sorcery..."

"Kill him! Get his head and you'll be crowned a noble! Charge! Get him!"

He was the first to rush out of the barricade, wielding his long sword and heading straight for the carriage.

Several bolder individuals followed suit and pounced on them.

Qin Han then lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.

The movement of his wound caused him sharp pain in his ribs, but he didn't show it on his face.

The captain of the guards' sword had already cleaved three feet down to his chest.

Qin Han raised his right hand and flicked his fingertips at the oncoming person.

The Finger Flicking Divine Power.

The finger strength he learned from Cheng Ying transformed into a burst of energy that shot out through the air.

The head guard felt a chill between his brows.

The knife was still held high, but the man was already falling straight backward.

A tiny blood hole appeared right in the center of his forehead, running straight through him.

The guards behind them all stopped in their tracks.

Their leader died before he could even hand over the knife.

He died at the hands of someone who was standing still.

Qin and Han had no intention of dealing with them one by one.

He raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion towards the barricades on both sides of the official road.

Dragon-Capturing Skill.

A tremendous suction force appeared out of nowhere.

The eighty guards hidden behind the barricades, along with the crossbows that hadn't even been cocked yet, were all pulled up from the ground by this force.

The person left the ground and flew into the air.

Ah!

The screams were continuous.

Eighty bodies lost control in mid-air and crashed violently into the same spot.

The sound of bones breaking echoed; some had broken arms, some had twisted necks, and some had their chests pierced by a knee strike from a companion.

Suction suddenly stopped.

Eighty bodies fell from mid-air, crashing onto the official road and the barricades, the splattered blood staining most of the road surface red.

It took no more than three breaths.

None of the eighty imperial guards, armed with crossbows, survived.

The official road returned to its deathly silence, with only frightened horses pawing the ground restlessly.

Qin Han straightened his collar, turned around, and went back to the carriage.

The wound stung again, so he sat back on the cushion and closed his eyes.

Qin Han spoke in a low voice.

"Walk."

The driver was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He shook the reins three or four times but couldn't get them moving properly. Finally, he managed to get the carriage moving again.

The wheels rolled forward.

Crushing over broken arrow shafts, crushing over fallen barricades, crushing over the corpses scattered on the ground.

Da Shuang'er and Xiao Shuang'er remained silent inside the carriage.

The two of them crouched in the corner and watched the whole scene through the gap in the lifted curtain.

Nearly a hundred poisoned arrows hung in mid-air, breaking apart inch by inch. Eighty people were pulled into the sky by a force, and then crashed to the ground, leaving behind a pile of wreckage.

The man who did all of this barely got up from beginning to end.

Xiao Shuang'er quietly tugged at Da Shuang'er's sleeve, her hands trembling.

It's not that I'm afraid of you, young master.

This was the first time I'd been so close to see how the young master made his move.

The two girls knelt down beside Qin Han, each gently placing their hands on his body.

"Young master, is that your injury?"

"It's alright."

Qin Han opened his mouth, gesturing for Da Shuang'er to feed him another grape.

The carriage rolled over the last stretch of blood-stained road and turned onto a southbound side road.

The corpses and debris outside the curtain were gradually left behind the car.