Tang San fastened it onto his left forearm, and the cylindrical object covered his entire forearm perfectly. After adjusting it a bit, he shook his arm, and the object clung tightly to his arm without any wobble, fitting seamlessly.
Even Xiaowu couldn't help but become curious, "Xiaosan, what is this thing? Is it a more powerful sleeve arrow?"
Tang San smiled and shook his head, "To be exact, it's a tool. I call it the Flying God Claw. Pay close attention to how I operate it."
He pulled on the upper front end of the Flying God Claw, revealing five metal rings that he fit onto the fingers of his left hand. Then, closing his fingers, accompanied by a crisp metallic clang, a metal cone sprang out, just longer than his palm. Instantly, the tip of the metal cone burst open to form a metal claw, its five digits gleaming coldly in the sunlight, the pointed tips sparkling like frosty stars.
