"Looking for death!"
Tang San stopped wasting words. He flicked both hands, and three flying knives shot from his sleeves, forming a triangle as they aimed straight for Qin Yuan's face, throat, and heart.
The knives flew at incredible speed, their shrill whistle cutting through the air.
They were the Tri-Prism Bone-Piercing Awl, a Tang Sect Hidden Weapon. Once they struck, their tips would spin as they drilled into the body, inflicting tremendous damage.
Even more terrifying, the knives were poisoned.
Tang San's very first move was a killing blow.
In his eyes, Qin Yuan had crippled Dai Mubai, and that meant he had to pay the price.
Tang San didn't care what that price was.
Qin Yuan's gaze sharpened.
He saw what made the knives special—they weren't ordinary Hidden Weapons, but specially designed killing tools that could spin, cut, and pierce armor.
And they were poisoned.
A cold glint flickered in Qin Yuan's eyes.
Then I won't hold back, either!
He stood motionless, casually waving his right hand. He caught all three knives with his bare hand and held them firmly in his palm.
The whole arena was stunned once again.
He'd caught Hidden Weapons with his bare hands? And Tang San's, no less!
Tang San's pupils contracted. Alarm bells rang in his mind.
He knew better than anyone how fast and sharp his Hidden Weapons were.
Even a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse wouldn't dare catch them barehanded.
Yet this man had caught them as easily as if they were three pebbles.
"Is that all your Hidden Weapons can do?" Qin Yuan toyed with the knives in his hand, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
Tang San's expression changed drastically. He swept both hands out, unleashing dozens of Hidden Weapons in a downpour—darts, throwing knives, caltrops, plum-blossom needles, Sleeve