Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The campsite at the foot of Mount Tai was already filled with a somber atmosphere.

Huang Rong's camp was long gone, leaving only the ashes of a extinguished campfire.

Clearly, after last night's conflict, this wise leader of the Beggars' Sect made the most rational choice, taking his daughter and leaving this place of trouble overnight.

Qin Han was not surprised by this and leisurely ate the breakfast that Su Quan had prepared.

"Brother-in-law, that eldest daughter of the Guo family just left like that? I thought I was going to see a good show."

Azi sat to the side, nibbling on a meat bun, her eyes darting around.

Qin Han glanced at her, ignoring this troublemaking little girl.

Wang Yuyan looked worried and asked softly.

"Qin Lang, are we going up the mountain today?"

"Um."

Qin Han put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

"The real show has only just begun."

……

At the summit of Mount Tai, in the martial arts arena.

This place was also the altar for emperors of past dynasties to perform the Fengshan ceremony and report to Heaven. It has a wide and magnificent landscape.

Now, however, it has become an arena for various powerful figures to fight for power and profit.

Banners fluttered and crowds thronged the training ground.

Thousands of elite troops from various mountain strongholds of the Golden Serpent Camp surrounded the place completely.

In the arena, the six largest banners represent the six strongest factions within the Golden Snake Camp.

They each occupied their own territory, clearly separated, their eyes filled with wariness and hostility.

In the main seat directly in front of the six mountain peaks, there was a grand master's chair covered with a white cloth.

Xia Qingqing, dressed in white mourning clothes, sat upright with a haggard face, but her back was ramrod straight.

She was like a small white flower swaying in the wind and rain, standing out from the group of fierce and ruthless heroes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall.

Dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and wearing iron hooks on his hands, He Tieshou stood like an iron tower beside Xia Qingqing, his cold and sharp eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Anyone who dares to get within three feet of Xia Qingqing will be driven back by her sharp gaze.

To the right of the main position, in the Wangwu Mountain camp.

A woman wearing a white veil sat quietly; she was none other than the former Ninth Princess of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Meichu.

Situ He beside her was reporting something to her in a low voice, but her gaze kept drifting towards the entrance of the martial arts arena, clearly waiting for someone.

Besides the internal forces of the Golden Snake Camp, many martial arts sects also came to observe the ceremony from the outer perimeter of the training ground.

The one from Shaolin is the abbot of a certain temple, while the one from Wudang is Song Yuanqiao himself, followed by Song Qingshu.

The Beggars' Sect member was just an ordinary elder; Huang Rong did not appear today.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

After the third drumbeat.

An old man from the Golden Serpent Camp walked up to the high platform in the center of the martial arts arena, about to announce the start of the competition.

A commotion arose from the entrance to the mountain path.

A group of several dozen people walked into the training ground at a leisurely pace.

The leader was a handsome young man dressed in black, with a calm and composed demeanor.

Behind him followed a burly man carrying a giant blade and a composed Taoist priest in blue robes.

Further on were several stunningly beautiful women, each with her own unique charm.

Especially the white-clad fairy at the very front, whose beautiful and otherworldly appearance captivated countless self-proclaimed heroes and valiant men present.

"It's them!"

Someone in the crowd recognized Qin Han and his group.

"Yesterday at the market, it was that burly man who killed three disciples of the Xingxiu Sect with just two blows!"

"And that young man, he crippled the Starry Night Old Monster Ding Chunqiu with just one hand!"

"Hiss! That Young Master Ye is here too!"

The murmurs rose and fell, clearly indicating that they were unaware of Qin Han's identity.

When Situ He saw Qin Han, his eyes lit up, and he quickly whispered to Zhu Meichu beside him.

"Princess, he's here!"

Zhu Meichu's face, veiled, revealed no expression, but her exposed eyes were scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Xia Qingqing also raised her head and looked at the man who was slowly walking towards her, her eyes swirling with emotion.

Qin Han ignored all the gazes around him.

He led the group directly to the middle of the viewing seats for the Shaolin and Wudang sects.

There happened to be an empty spot there.

Dong Tianbao grinned and moved two chairs over, placing them in the most conspicuous spot.

Qin Han sat down with an imposing air, with Su Quan and Wang Yuyan on either side of him, serving him.

Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao stood on either side, like two guardian deities behind him.

The room fell silent.

This person's behavior goes a step further than arrogance; it is blatant contempt.

He positioned himself on par with Shaolin and Wudang, or even slightly superior!

The one from Shaolin was just a temple abbot, so naturally they didn't dare to provoke him.

The news that Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, appeared on Mount Tai last night and fought a fierce battle with someone before being defeated in a sorry state has already spread throughout the entire Mount Tai.

Song Yuanqiao had met Qin Han once before, and the two exchanged a brief greeting.

Song Yuanqiao guessed that Qin Han also wanted to compete for the Golden Snake King title, and thought that it might not be a bad thing if the Golden Snake Camp had this person take over.

On the high platform, the old man from the Golden Serpent Camp cleared his throat and announced loudly.

"The time has come! The Golden Serpent Camp Championship Tournament officially begins!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice turning cold.

"There's only one rule for winning this championship!"

"Once in power, life and death are irrelevant!"

"The one who ultimately stands on this high platform will be the new Golden Serpent King!"

Good grief, there's no so-called top 20 taking turns fighting. There's just one simple and brutal rule: the one who stands wins, the one who falls dies.

The voice just fell.

"I'll do it!"

An impatient, burly man leaped out from the camp on the hilltop and onto the high platform.

He had just regained his footing.

"Whoosh!"

Another figure followed closely behind, and without saying a word, slashed at him with a knife.

The clash of swords and the flash of blades intertwined in an instant.

Blood quickly stained the ground of the platform.

A bloody power struggle has begun.

Many of the martial arts practitioners who were just there to watch were terrified.

This isn't a martial arts contest, this is clearly a life-or-death struggle!

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, seven or eight people had already died on the stage.

Ah Zi's eyes lit up as she watched, and she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Hit him! Hit him! Yes, chop off his head! Poke his groin!!"

Wang Yuyan's pretty face turned pale, and she turned her head away in unbearable pain.

Qin Han also found it uninteresting. These second- or third-rate nobodys, who weren't even born with innate talent, were really hard to get interested in.

In his eyes, these so-called local strongmen were nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Let them wear each other down first; that will save us some effort.

Just then.

On the stage, a burly man wielding two axes had just killed his opponent and was triumphantly roaring to the sky.

"Who else?!"

"I've come to meet you!"

A clear, cold voice rang out.

He Tieshou shook the iron hook in his hand, and his body moved like lightning, instantly leaping onto the high platform.

The burly man clearly didn't recognize He Tieshou, the leader, and a look of contempt appeared in his eyes.

"A woman like you dares to go on stage? Go back to your man's bed warmer!"

He Tieshou's expression turned cold, and he didn't waste any words.

With a swift movement, he approached like a ghost.

The iron hook in his hand drew a strange arc, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.