"Fourth of the Tang Sect, One Thousand and One Nights!"
With an angry shout, Tang San's hands moved, his hands taking the place of his arms.
Those hands, which had simultaneously turned jade-colored, brought forth a glistening radiance every time they swept from his waist.
At that moment, other than Qin Shiyuan, no one could clearly see how his arms and hands were moving.
In an instant, Tang San seemed to have grown a thousand arms, with afterimages of arms filling both sides of his body.
Sparkling light scattered from Tang San's body—curved, arcing, conical, needle-shaped...
Countless hidden weapons seemed to suddenly explode from his body, scattering in every direction in an instant.
Some flew straight, some diagonally, some traced arcs, and some collided with one another...
In that near-instant, the hidden weapons before Tang San seemed to bloom into a dazzling flower bud.
As though waiting to blossom, it brilliantly unfurled amid countless clinks and clangs.
It was not chaotic. On closer inspection, each hidden weapon seemed to have eyes, effortlessly weaving around the obstacles on the ground.
Each of them trailed a faint white tail flame, their dazzling glow seeming to illuminate the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.
Yet Qin Shiyuan still appeared utterly unconcerned, merely watching in silence.
Until the overwhelming number of hidden weapons converged into an enormous sphere.
It completely enveloped his body, leaving him without a single space to dodge.
After unleashing those hidden weapons, Tang San showed no sign of exhaustion. Instead, an excited crimson gleam flashed in his pupils.
He did not even need to wait for the outcome before murmuring to himself indifferently.
"To die beneath One Thousand and One Nights, the fourth-ranked hidden weapon technique of my Tang Sect, is your good fortune."
The hidden weapons reached their destination, almost ending