"What the hell is that?" Everyone was baffled as they watched a black bead fly over. It looked like a prayer bead, but what kind of hidden weapon could a prayer bead be? Even if it hit someone, it should not matter at all, should it?
Hulagu Khan's face changed drastically. He hastily spun his wheelchair and desperately dodged to the side, looking more disheveled than anyone had ever seen him.
While everyone was still confused, the black bead had already fallen where he had been sitting. With a boom, flames erupted, blasting a dark crater into the arena.
"Thunderclap Fire Bomb!" A few people present who had experienced the Lion-Slaying Tournament finally recognized the hidden weapon. Back then, Emei Sect disciples had used these to blow up quite a few martial artists.
Hulagu Khan's expression changed sharply. Others might not recognize it, but how could he not? The Thunderclap Fire Bomb had been invented by the Arabs after gunpowder spread westward. Having fought the nations of the West for years, he naturally knew what it was.
That was why he had hurriedly dodged before anyone else had even reacted.
"Your Highness is indeed well-informed," Song Qingshu said admiringly, though his hands did not slow in the slightest as several more black beads flew toward his opponent.
As Zhou Zhiruo's man, how could he fail to make full use of Emei Sect's possessions? He had long ordered his men to reproduce them in large quantities. Such hidden weapons were originally unsuitable for arena matches, but Hulagu Khan had used a firearm first, so Song Qingshu no longer had any reservations. This way, he would not need to expose his martial arts either—a perfect solution.
Seeing several Thunderclap Fire Bombs coming at him, Hulagu Khan knew there was no time to