Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 10 Clash

Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds in the open space north of the village, adding a touch of solemnity and grandeur to this place that was about to become a battlefield. All around was quiet, as if even the wind held its breath, awaiting the impending duel.

Ren stood in the center, his figure appearing particularly lonely and resolute in the sunlight.

He casually held the cleavage sword in both hands, the blade reflecting a dazzling light, as if it could cleave everything in two.

His face was expressionless, and his closed eyes made it impossible to glimpse his inner world. The week of preparation was both a period of waiting and a process of self-adjustment for him.

Moreover, he gave Tang San a week to prepare properly, otherwise it would be bad if he accidentally killed Tang San.

After all, his passive skill, Other Shore Burial, is sometimes not very controllable. Or, while fighting, the Demonic Taro might suddenly go berserk, which would really make things difficult for Tang San.

He hasn't been idle these past few days. He's not only getting used to the spirit rings of this world, but also to the passive ability of Blade's Other Shore Burial. After all, his acting skills aren't very advanced yet, so he still needs to familiarize himself with these things.

Before long, Tang San's arrival broke the tranquility. He walked steadily and calmly toward the blade.

His eyes were dark and brooding, as if he were ready to face any challenge. Tang San stopped a dozen meters away from Blade, observing him intently.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, the atmosphere between the two tense and delicate. Finally, Tang San spoke slowly, his voice calm yet powerful: "Ren, I'm here. What do you want?"

Blade slowly opened his eyes, his blood-red gaze piercing the air like a sharp blade, locking onto Tang San.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he pointed the shattered sword at Tang San, its tip gleaming coldly, as if foreshadowing the brutality of the impending battle.

"Here it comes, hehe." Blade's voice carried a hint of mockery, his tone revealing his anticipation for the duel.

"What else do you want? Of course, I'll use the sword in my hand to send you on your way!" Blade's words were full of provocation, and his attitude was arrogant and confident.

Upon hearing these words, Tang San's face immediately darkened. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and a flash of resentment and anger crossed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked defiantly, "What grudges have we against each other? Why must we fight to the death like this?!"

Ren chuckled, his voice deep and magnetic. He slowly said, "A life-or-death struggle? Don't worry, I don't have any intention of killing you right now, and you don't need to worry about your life." His words seemed to hide a deeper meaning, making them hard to fathom.

Tang San sensed the sarcasm in Ren's words, and his anger burned even brighter. He secretly made up his mind, thinking, "So what if you're a bit higher level than me! I'll let you taste the power of hidden weapons later! You spared my life? I don't intend to spare yours!"

"Alright, Blade, I'm ready. Let's go." Tang San took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His voice was firm and powerful.

Then, Tang San gracefully extended his hand, his movements elegant and composed, as if inviting the other person to dance. However, this gesture actually signaled the start of the battle; his eyes flashed with a fierce light, preparing for the impending fight.

Ren's gaze followed Tang San's gesture closely, the corners of his mouth curving up even more pronounced, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery, as if he were laughing at the impending battle.

A flash of bloodlust crossed his eyes, the crimson light like a demon from the abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, Blade's right hand gripped the broken sword tightly, while his bandaged left hand swiftly swept across the blade.

The moment the blade touched the bandage, blood splattered, staining the already crimson Zhaiji sword, its blade shimmering with an eerie, blood-red sheen.

The blade seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura of blood, which was so tangible that it exuded a strong killing intent.

At the same time, Blade's smile grew increasingly maniacal, his laughter echoing across the empty space, sounding particularly jarring.

"Hehe! Will you bring me a surprise?" Blade's voice was full of anticipation, as if he had an endless desire for this battle.

This was the first time Tang San had ever seen such a self-harming act before the battle even began. His eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

However, the look of astonishment on his face lasted only a moment, because he deeply felt that oppressive killing intent, which made him dare not underestimate his opponent in the slightest.

Tang San took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening like a knife. He stared intently at the blade, and the Xuan Tian Gong within his body began to slowly circulate.

A warm current flowed through his meridians, like a stream thawing in spring, gradually converging at his dantian, accumulating energy for the power he was about to unleash.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, a sign that the Purple Demon Eye was being activated.

At that moment, his vision seemed to be endowed with divine power, able to penetrate all fog and illusion, clearly capturing every subtle movement on the blade, even every tremor of its muscles.

Tang San was ready. His mental strength and combat power had been raised to their peak, and he was just waiting for the battle horn to be sounded.

At this moment, Tang San's vision seemed to be endowed with penetrating power. His eyes were like the most precise aiming device, able to pierce through the fog and capture every subtle movement on the blade, even the slightest tremor of the sword tip and the contraction of the muscles. Nothing could escape his eyes.

Soon, Tang San formed hand seals, and a surge of soul power flowed from his body, summoning his martial soul—Blue Silver Grass.

These past few days of rigorous training and research have allowed him to gain a deeper understanding of Blue Silver Grass and discover its many uses, making it no longer a useless martial spirit.

With the appearance of the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San was surrounded by a layer of blue light, which was both gentle and resilient, as if it were a gift from nature.

Blue Silver Grass quickly sprouted from the ground, standing guard around Tang San like loyal soldiers.

At this moment, Tang San felt as if he had returned to his mother's embrace. The presence of the Blue Silver Grass greatly enhanced his perception, and he could clearly sense everything around him.

Tang San was secretly delighted. With the enhancement of this domain and the assistance of the Purple Demon Eye, perhaps no move of Ren could escape his control.

He planned to find an opening in the blade's offensive and deliver a fatal blow with a hidden weapon; such a combination of attacks would surely produce unexpected results.

Tang San's lips curled into a slight smile, his heart brimming with confidence. He thought coldly, "You've chosen the path to hell when there's one for you! Since you intend to kill me, you must pay the price!!"

He smiled and said to Blade, "Blade, you underestimate me! You've already cut yourself before we've even started? Do you think that will scare me? Today, I'll show you the true power of Blue Silver Grass!" Tang San's words were full of provocation, but also revealed his firm determination to fight.

He said this to make Ren focus his attention on the Blue Silver Grass in his right hand, while the real killing move was hidden in his left hand!

Ren remained unusually calm in the face of Tang San's provocation. He did not answer directly, but instead glanced at Tang San with the same look one would give a clown, as if Tang San's words were nothing more than a farce to him.

He stretched out one hand, gripping the sword tip tightly and pointing it at Tang San. The blade reflected a cold light, just like the chill in his eyes. With his other hand, he contemptuously beckoned a finger to Tang San, a gesture full of provocation and disdain.

"You can go first." Ren's voice was calm, yet full of unquestionable authority, as if announcing Tang San's fate.

Tang San gritted his teeth. The blade's cold sarcasm and disdain were like a fire, instantly igniting the fighting spirit deep within him. His Purple Demon Eyes flickered uncertainly, like cold stars in the night sky, shining with a resolute light.

At this moment, Tang San's whole body was tense, ready to explode at any moment.

Outside of Ren's sight, Tang San's left hand was discreetly hidden in his sleeve, concealing a sharp Tang Clan hidden weapon.

His fingers gently caressed the edge of the concealed weapon, feeling its cold metallic texture.

With the sharp vision of his Purple Demon Eyes and the keen senses granted by the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San was searching for the most suitable opening on the blade.

Tang San's breathing gradually became steady, and his heartbeat blended with the surrounding environment. Everything was ready, waiting for the best opportunity to arrive.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, like a cheetah lurking in the grass, quietly waiting for its prey to relax before delivering a fatal blow.

[Ding! The protagonist has been enraged; role-playing progress increased by 0.1%]

[Ding! The protagonist's killing intent has increased, role-playing progress increased by 0.1%]

[Current role-playing progress: 6.46%!]

Upon hearing the system's voice, Ren simply indicated that it was within his expectations.

He knew all of Tang San's trump cards and was trying his best to expose his weaknesses, hoping that Tang San's mother and the Purple Demon Eye would discover them as soon as possible!

Blade is just waiting for him to come and deliver it!

(End of this chapter)