Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"Hehehe..." The burly man let out a lewd laugh, swallowed hard, and ignored Qin Han sitting on the stool. In his eyes, this young man was nothing more than a piece of trash that he could crush at will.

"Little beauty, you're so pretty, let your big brother pamper you..." The burly man said as he pounced on Cheng Ying.

As for that eyesore man on the side?

A look of disdain and ruthlessness flashed in the burly man's eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the broadsword, accompanied by a whistling sound, slashed horizontally toward Qin Han's neck!

His plan was simple: cut off the man's head with one stroke, and then he could enjoy the stunning young woman and two pretty maids in front of him.

Cheng Ying, being kind-hearted, seemed to have forgotten Qin Han's strength and subconsciously wanted to draw her jade flute to defend Qin Han. However, this strange man was too fast, and she could not outrun his blade!

He could only watch as the gleaming broadsword drew ever closer to Qin Han's neck...

Qin Han seemed oblivious, picked up a cup of still-steaming warm wine from the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

Just as he was drinking, a blurry afterimage, invisible to the naked eye, flashed by.

"Bang!"

A loud bang exploded in the room!

The burly man in blue who had been so aggressive just moments before was sent flying backward at several times the speed he had come from, as if he had been struck head-on by a raging elephant!

"Snap! Snap!"

"Bang bang..."

The burly man's massive body smashed through two thick wooden walls in succession, tracing an arc in the air before finally falling into the turbulent Yangtze River outside the ship.

No one saw how Qin Han made his move.

The whole process was extremely fast.

The burly man didn't even have time to utter a final scream before his soul returned to the bottom of the river.

In the room, Qin Han put down his wine glass, smacked his lips, and said, "Hmm, this wine tastes pretty good."

He made a comment before looking at the somewhat dazed Cheng Ying and the two pretty maids: "Originally, I didn't want to get involved in such trivial matters of the martial world."

The voice was still that lazy tone, but the content of the words made Cheng Ying's heart skip a beat: "However, these people should never have dared to set their sights on my sister Cheng."

Qin Han stood up, clapped his hands, and looked down at Cheng Ying's pretty face, his eyes revealing a deep and affectionate look.

"Since they want to bully my Cheng sister, then I, Brother Qin, have no choice but to intervene."

Looking at Qin Han's young face with a lazy smile, Cheng Ying's emotions unconsciously changed with his words. Her heart pounded wildly, and she felt that this person was so... mysterious.

"You...what kind of martial art was that just now?"

Cheng Ying hadn't clearly seen Qin Han's move, and unconsciously voiced the question that had been bothering her.

Seeing her curious yet embarrassed expression, he deliberately moved closer to her and said with a mischievous grin, "Want to learn?"

The warm breath brushed against Cheng Ying's sensitive earlobe, causing Cheng Ying to glare at the person.

"Call me 'Brother Qin,' and I'll teach you that move you just used." Qin Han chuckled as he looked at her coquettish expression.

"You... Hmph!"

After being teased and bullied repeatedly, Cheng Ying abandoned her usual reserved demeanor as a quiet girl, puffed out her cheeks, and glared angrily at Qin Han.

"Who...who wants to learn your martial arts! I...I don't care!" She stomped her foot, turned around, and walked out the door.

Qin Han followed them out in high spirits.

The group of people, one after the other, quickly arrived at the deck corridor outside the ship's building.

The sounds of fighting outside seemed to gradually subside, and a stalemate had apparently broken out...

Qin Han walked at the very back and saw Cheng Ying and two maids trying to go down the stairs from the third floor. As soon as they moved, they were pulled back by a powerful suction force from behind!

"Don't worry."

The voice sounded behind them. Qin Han stood behind them, one hand on the shadowy railing, the other hand outstretched towards them.

This technique is none other than the Northern Darkness Divine Skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect!

They pulled Cheng Ying and the others into a dimly lit shadowy spot in the corridor.

"Don't rush down yet." He leaned close to Cheng Ying's ear and whispered, "Let's check the situation down there first."

Previously, this action would have greatly offended or embarrassed Cheng Ying, but this time Cheng Ying surprised Qin Han.

She didn't shy away in embarrassment or anger as before, nor did she argue back. She simply replied softly, in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Okay."

Looking at Cheng Ying's lowered head and the small section of her snow-white nape exposed, a smile flashed in his eyes. It seems my Cheng sister can't escape.

The four people silently hid in the shadows of the third-floor ship's deck, peeking out and looking down...

The torches of the crowd below illuminated the entire deck, where a large, dark mass of people had already gathered.

Many guards dressed in the uniforms of the Ruan family lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies soaked in pools of blood, clearly lifeless.

Meanwhile, the porters and laborers who usually worked on the docks and ships were all ashen-faced, their hands covering their heads, kneeling in the center of the deck awaiting their fate.

"Waaaaah..."

"Spare me... Heroes, spare me..."

"I have a 70-year-old mother at home and a one-year-old baby. I can't die! I really can't die! Good men, sirs, spare my life... spare my life!"

The low sobs and pleas for mercy sounded so weak and powerless.

These are all unfortunate people struggling at the very bottom of society, earning meager incomes by selling their labor on a daily basis. They have never seen such a scene of real fighting among martial arts practitioners.

They had neither the courage nor the ability to resist either side, and could only choose the most humble posture, praying to save their lives.

Surrounding these kneeling, begging laborers stood a circle of strange men wielding weapons.

They were all dressed in identical blue robes, and wore the same ghost-face masks, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

The swords in their hands were still dripping blood, and what was even more chilling was that these ruthless bandits in blue were breathing heavily, their temples bulging.

This is clearly a sign that one's internal strength has reached a certain level!

Qin Han could tell at a glance that these men in blue were at least second-rate martial arts masters, with some even reaching first-rate levels. The masked man at the very front gave him the impression that he was no weaker than himself.

Based on what Qin Han had seen and heard in Yangzhou, a medium-sized force like the Five Mountains Sword Sect, apart from Zuo Lengchan who possessed the strength of the Innate Realm, had four other sect leaders who were all first-rate. The five sects combined could only be considered a medium-sized force.

Such a force on the ship would be considered a core fighting force in any small or medium-sized power. Are the pirates really that strong now?!

The two sides now appear to be in a standoff...

"Assassins from the Green Robe Pavilion?!"

Just as Qin Han was looking at the group of people below, Cheng Ying, who was next to him, suddenly gasped in a low voice.

Qin Han turned his head and looked at her with some surprise: "A Qingyi Tower assassin?"