Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

If Kublai Khan's leg were truly broken, the Mongols would never allow a cripple to sit on the throne of the Great Khan.

The Golden Wheel Monk really didn't want to fight with this Qin Han who couldn't see through him, but Kublai Khan was Temujin's fourth son.

If this gets to Temujin's ears, what if he says he didn't help someone in distress?

"King Qin, you have suffered no loss whatsoever. Why must you take the Fourth Prince's leg?"

Qin Han twitched the corner of his mouth. Kublai Khan's original historical trajectory was that of a bloodthirsty and brutal ruler.

No, it should be said that not only Kublai Khan, but the other three princes were not exactly benevolent either.

If the Mongols were to invade the Song Dynasty in the future, countless civilians would be killed. He only had one leg, and he didn't want to draw the Mongol firepower to Sichuan at this time.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be more satisfying to just kill them?!

"Are you Mongols used to being arrogant and domineering, thinking that everyone in the world should follow your wishes? I let it go before at the restaurant because of the princess."

"I was just thinking of having Li Bingchang capture me. Guess what would happen if he actually did? I'm a pretty easygoing person. I'll take just one of his legs."

Kublai Khan stood there, his face pale, filled with regret. Who knew that Li Bingchang, this puppet emperor, would be so incompetent without Beisu Qingfeng?

If they had known earlier that this mournful breeze would have no effect on the Qin and Han dynasties, they wouldn't have jumped out to make a fuss halfway through, even if it brought them immense benefits.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King raised his hand in front of him, and five Dharma wheels—gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead—leaved from his back one after another, hovering around him and spinning continuously.

There's no way to let this situation go so easily.

He unleashed the Tenth Layer of Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

This esoteric martial art is known for its difficulty in cultivation; each level of mastery brings a significant increase in power.

Throughout history, very few cultivators have been able to reach the ninth level, and even fewer have been able to reach the tenth level.

In this respect alone, the Golden Wheel Dharma King is the first person in the history of Tantric Buddhism to achieve this.

Once Li Qiushui regained her powers, she easily suppressed Li Bingchang's unfilial grandson.

Standing on high ground and looking down, his brows slowly furrowed. Over the decades, he had seen countless Tantric practitioners in the martial arts world.

But only this old monk could push this technique to the tenth level. Judging from the depth of his internal strength, he was even more advanced than those famous top figures in the Central Plains.

"Ten levels of Dragon Elephant Skill? Is this kid really planning to go head-to-head with someone like this?"

Wanwan put away her usual smile and stood to the side.

Although she had always thought Qin Han's martial arts skills were extremely high, the martial arts foundation displayed by the Golden Wheel Monk was indeed quite formidable.

The sheer power emanating from his physical strength was so overwhelming that even those watching from the sidelines could feel the pressure.

Jiang Yuyan took a step forward without saying a word, her wrist slightly flicking as if she was ready to help at any moment.

Qin Han turned his head and gestured to Jiang Yuyan, tilting his head to the left and right a few times to loosen his muscles.

Its body emitted a series of crackling sounds.

He had previously fought against Ao Bai, who had mastered the Thirteen Taibao Golden Bell Cover technique, with his bare hands and held his own. He might have been slightly inferior to the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, but that wasn't a major issue.

Looking at the serious-looking Golden Wheel Dharma King in front of him, he suddenly became interested.

This is a good opportunity to use the other party to test how much depth one has in the eighth level of the Dragon God Technique.

"I have heard that the Dharma King's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and Five Golden Wheels are quite extraordinary. Today, I will have to experience them for myself."

The Golden Wheel Monk lowered his waist and sat astride a horse!

Driven by true energy, the five Dharma wheels surrounding him dispersed in mid-air, each seeking different angles of attack.

Qin Han dodged back and forth between several rapidly spinning metal wheels. The golden wheels flew away, brushing against the fabric on his chest, and the wind pressure they generated tore a hole in the hem of his clothes.

The silver wheel brushed past his hair, while the bronze wheel hurtled straight at his face. He twisted his foot and dodged half a body length to the side.

The weapon missed its mark less than half an inch in front of him, and then he leaned forward slightly...

Easily dodging the iron wheel that circled around from behind, the Golden Wheel Monk manipulated the remaining lead wheel, searching for Qin Han's foothold, ready to seize this fleeting opening to attack.

Unfortunately, Qin Han's movement speed far exceeded the norm, leaving no opening for him to make a move.

"Doesn't the Dharma King get tired of manipulating five wheels at the same time? It seems a bit slow."

Even while dodging, Qin Han managed to utter a sarcastic remark, while the Golden Wheel Monk coldly clapped his hands together.

The five Dharma wheels turned even more loudly.

Five wheels in one!

Qin Han immediately stopped wandering around and stomped his heels heavily on the ground.

Sink your waist and immediately!

The Dragon God Technique's true energy within his body was no longer suppressed, and it gathered along his meridians into his clenched right fist.

Great Demon-Subduing Fist!

This fist technique from the Nine Yang Divine Skill didn't have any unnecessary variations. It met the incoming weapon head-on and smashed it down, intending to use the most fundamental force to resist it directly.

For some unknown reason, when Qin Han clashed with his fist, the Golden Wheel Monk managed to steer the Golden Wheel to one side.

With his palm fully charged with the power of ten layers of Dragon Elephant Kung Fu, he met the attack with a powerful and heavy palm strike.

The palm strike carried a faint but extremely loud sonic boom, a sound that only occurs when hard skills are pushed to their limit.

Fist and palm collided directly!

A thunderous boom echoed through the training ground!

The force generated by the collision of true energy and brute force swept outwards from the center of their fight.

The stone slabs on the ground cracked open in large areas, and the broken stones flew around with great force, forcing the onlookers to keep dodging.

Duan Yu was pulled back seven or eight steps by Zhu Danchen, who was standing next to him, with flying pebbles grazing his ear.

He stood there, stunned, his mouth agape, having smashed a dent into the wooden pillar behind him.

"This, this... is this really something a human could produce?"

Zhu Danchen swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Your Highness, it's best if we stay to the sidelines when they're fighting at this level."

Wu Yingxiong was forcibly dragged away to a distance by Liu Dahong and Yu Zhenzi, each holding one of his arms.

Prince Zongzan and Kumārajīva hid behind the thick stone pillars on the outermost edge of the training ground.

"Imperial Advisor, what level do you think the King of Qin's martial arts skills have reached?"

Kumārajīva's face fell. He hadn't even sorted out his disordered inner energy yet. Looking at the two figures fighting in the center of the arena, he felt a mix of emotions.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King in the center of the arena took three large steps back, each step leaving a dent in the floor tiles.

The fabric on the outside of his two arms had been torn apart by the aftershocks of the clash of energy, and the blue veins on his arms exposed to the air were clearly visible.

Qin Han stumbled back two and a half steps, flicking his wrist to shake his knuckles, which were slightly sore from the hard collision.

He secretly admitted that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was indeed extraordinary; even at only ten levels, it was no less powerful than the Five Great Masters.

Even in a protracted war, the Golden Wheel Monk could easily overpower any one of the Five Greats.

The recoil from the collision had left his entire arm feeling stiff.

The real sensory impact on his body gave Qin Han a long-lost sense of excitement, and he threw his head back and laughed.

"Excellent! The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill of Tantric Buddhism is indeed extraordinary!"

He loosened his clenched fist and opened his palm, allowing the true energy in his dantian to flow through the acupoints all over his body.

With his hands slightly assuming the starting stance of "The Dragon Regrets," he said, "Your Majesty, I'm getting serious now. Let's see how my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms compare to before!"

The Golden Wheel Monk's eyelids twitched wildly. You're still not serious?!

He immediately recalled Qin Han's incredibly powerful Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms from two years ago in Xiangyang.