Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Murong Fu amplified his voice with his inner energy, which reverberated throughout the entire training ground, filled with undisguised provocation.

The men of Sha Tianguang's faction immediately erupted in cheers as loud as a tsunami.

The leaders of the other mountain strongholds looked extremely grim.

Especially Chu Hongliu of Evil Tiger Gully; both sides are bandits, and their businesses clash in many ways. Previously, Yuan Chengzhi acted as a mediator, but now, each faction prioritizes its own people's victory, showing no mercy.

He snorted and stood up from his seat.

"What a shrewd man, Murong Fu! What a masterful display of 'shifting stars'!"

Chu Hongliu's voice instantly drowned out all the noise.

"Just because you defeated a few good-for-nothings, you think you're invincible?"

"The position in the Golden Serpent Camp isn't one that a pretty boy like you can hold onto!"

These words were utterly blunt, tantamount to tearing off the mask of civility in public.

Murong Fu's face darkened, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Master Chu, it seems you're not satisfied?"

"Admit it?" Chu Hongliu laughed loudly, her laughter full of sarcasm.

"When I was making a living licking the blades of the underworld, you weren't even born yet!"

"You think you can earn my respect?"

He abruptly changed the subject, cupped his fists behind him, lowered his posture considerably, yet his voice carried throughout the entire room.

"Please welcome Mr. Ouyang!"

The voice just fell.

A strange figure emerged step by step from behind Hong Shenghai's camp.

He was a tall, elderly man, wearing an extremely inappropriate brown-yellow robe, and his messy beard was also brown-yellow.

The once noisy venue suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the mute button.

All eyes were focused on the old man who was walking slowly towards them.

Regardless of whether they had seen the Western Poisoner last night, the moment everyone present saw that face, their expressions turned to panic.

"It's...it's the Western Poison! Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain!"

"How did he get here?!"

"Didn't someone say that someone injured Ouyang Feng last night? What's going on now?!"

"Regardless of whether she was injured or not, aren't you curious about how Chu Hongliu managed to persuade this Western Poison Master to come to her aid?!"

The atmosphere at the Qin and Han ceremonial viewing area was rather strange.

Azi's eyes lit up with excitement, and she grabbed Qin Han's arm and shook it.

"Brother-in-law! It's that wicked old man! He's here again!"

"This is going to be fun! With the Toad Style fighting technique and the Shifting Stars technique, who do you think will win?"

Qin Han picked up his teacup and slowly blew away the foam.

That old poisoner, he was chased away last night, but he didn't leave. Instead, he came here to work as someone else's henchman?

Ouyang Feng was only interested in martial arts like the Nine Yin Manual; Chu Hongliu simply couldn't produce anything of that level.

He was quite curious about how the other party had managed to bring Ouyang Feng along.

He then glanced at the stage and saw that Murong Fu, who had just been so full of vigor, now had a green face.

On the high platform, a fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of Murong Fu's forehead.

Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!

One of the Five Wonders!

After two years of seclusion, I finally broke through to the Grandmaster level, thinking that I would be able to stand out from the crowd.

Even if all else fails, one can still stand out among the heroes of Shandong's martial arts world.

But who would have thought that I would run into this kind of person right after I finished setting up the booth?

How can we fight like this?

run?

If he turns and runs now, not only will he lose his position as the Golden Serpent King, but his name, Murong Fu, will become a laughing stock in the entire martial arts world tomorrow.

not running?

Fighting Ouyang Feng is no different from courting death.

For a moment, Murong Fu felt caught in a dilemma.

Ouyang Feng didn't care what he was thinking.

He was injured by Qin Han's palm strike last night, and he was holding back a lot of anger with nowhere to vent it.

Now is the perfect time to use this arrogant brat to test how well my injuries have healed.

His dark brown, sinister eyes swept coldly over Murong Fu, his voice hoarse as if it came from hell.

"Boy, get down there yourself, or I'll send you down."

The domineering tone in his voice made Murong Fu's face turn a deep purplish-red.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

What's more, there are so many people watching from below the stage!

The Golden Serpent King's position and his grand ambition to revive the Great Yan dynasty overcame his fear of the strong at this moment.

"Hmph! So what if they're the Five Greats?"

Murong Fu suppressed his fear, closed his folding fan, and his eyes flashed with a resolute ruthlessness.

"My Murong family's 'Shifting Stars' technique is not something you, Toad Kung Fu, can withstand!"

Before he finished speaking, he sprang into action and launched an attack!

Canhezhi!

Three sharp finger strikes shot towards Ouyang Feng's face.

However, Ouyang Feng simply stood still, without moving an inch.

He let the wind blow against him, making muffled "plop" sounds.

The protective true energy of a grandmaster!

"How dare a grain of rice compete with the bright moon for light?"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Ouyang Feng's mouth.

He didn't have time to waste with this kid.

He suddenly spread his legs apart and landed face down on the ground!

His abdomen bulged out in an exaggerated way, like a huge, inflated ball.

"Croak!!!"

A deafening croak of a frog burst forth from his chest!

The entire summit of Mount Tai seemed to tremble violently at the sound of that frog's croak!

A visible, distorting, yellowish-green energy surged toward Murong Fu!

Murong Fu's expression changed drastically!

He exerted all his strength, pushing the power of the "Shifting Stars" technique to its limit, drawing circles in front of him with his hands, attempting to deflect and rebound the force!

However, in the face of the pure and unreasonable absolute power of Toad Style Kung Fu, any technique seems pale and powerless.

"boom!!!"

The aura surrounding Murong Fu shattered in less than a breath!

That surging true energy slammed solidly into his chest.

"puff!"

Murong Fu was struck head-on by a wild bull, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

A long jet of blood shot through the air, tracing a tragic arc before crashing heavily to the ground below the platform.

He struggled to get up, but spat out another mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

The entire room fell silent.

No one could have imagined that Murong Fu would act so frivolously.

Ouyang Feng dusted himself off, his cold gaze slowly sweeping across the entire area.

Anyone whose gaze fell upon him felt a chill run down their spine and lowered their head, not daring to meet his eyes.