Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 11 Recognizing Hidden Weapons!

Soon, just as Tang San had predicted, the opportunity arose!

Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes lit up instantly, the purple light shining like the brightest star in the night sky.

The blue silver grass sprouting from the nearby open space also began to sway at this moment, as if responding to Tang San's call.

Every sway of the Blue Silver Grass was like the prelude to a battle, filled with tension and anticipation.

Tang San suddenly stomped his foot, the ground cracked open instantly, dust flew up, and his figure flew towards the blade like an arrow released from a bow.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the Blue Silver Grass seemed to come alive after a flash of blue light, rapidly spreading beneath Blade's feet.

Its small body tightly enveloped the blade's feet, forming a seemingly thin restraint.

Tang San knew perfectly well that with these Blue Silver Grasses, his blade only needed to move slightly to break free of their restraints, but all he needed was that moment of hesitation.

As an assassin, Tang San deeply understood the importance of this moment, as it was the key to victory or defeat!

After the Blue Silver Grass had finished its work, Tang San immediately clenched his right fist, assuming a stance ready for a full-force attack.

This created the illusion that he was going to attack with his fists.

In reality, his left hand, hidden behind his back, had already secretly gripped a Tang Clan hidden weapon, waiting to be launched after getting close!

Tang San's purple eyes were fixed on Ren's blood-red eyes, his gaze filled with ferocity and killing intent.

He attempted to use the power of the Purple Demon Eye to momentarily distract the blade, creating an opportunity for himself to strike.

This was a contest of both mindset and strength. Tang San knew that only by seizing that one moment of opportunity could he gain the upper hand in this battle.

Tang San's schemes and actions were like child's play in Ren's eyes; he had already seen through everything.

When Tang San rushed towards him, Ren merely glanced at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips, as if he were looking at an ignorant fool.

In that instant, Tang San's heart tightened. His intuition, honed over years as an assassin, made him realize something was wrong, and cold sweat began to break out on his back.

He realized that his plan might have been seen through by Ren, but he had already leaped away and could not turn back, so he could only grit his teeth and take a gamble.

Tang San shouted loudly, attempting to disrupt Ren's judgment through the intimidation of his voice.

"Drink! Take this!"

His voice echoed across the empty space, full of power and determination.

However, Blade seemed completely unconcerned about the Blue Silver Grass binding his feet. He didn't even have the will to break free, and simply stood there expressionless.

He slightly shifted his body to the side, raising the cleaver in his right hand with a simple and direct motion, slashing down in a specific direction.

At the same time, he coldly and ruthlessly uttered a few words:

"Disappointing, haha."

These words, coupled with Ren's slow and deliberate movements, instantly shocked Tang San.

He had already unleashed a punch, the wind of which howled, but at the last moment he forcefully withdrew it.

Tang San's face showed astonishment. He hurriedly adjusted his posture and used more strength to dodge the blade's sword.

Tang San's heart was in turmoil. The blade's calmness and composure made him feel unprecedented pressure and fear.

The blade's sword, like the scythe of death, slashed straight towards Tang San, and that direction was precisely Tang San's left hand, which he intended to hide!

The precision and decisiveness of this sword strike sent a chill down Tang San's spine. He instantly realized that his scheme had been completely exposed by the blade.

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Tang San's mind:

If they continue to forcefully use hidden weapons, the best outcome might be to use them to block the sharpness of the fragmented sword.

But that's almost an impossible fantasy.

The worst possible outcome was that his left hand would be severed by the sharp blade, and the excruciating pain and resulting disability sent chills down his spine.

Moreover, he knew perfectly well that the worst outcome was highly probable, and he dared not risk his life for that sword!

At this critical moment, Tang San's body reacted instinctively.

Ren only felt Tang San's fist whistling past his ear.

With at least two shoulder widths of distance remaining, Tang San's body shot out like an arrow, rapidly dodging in the direction the sword was about to strike.

Tang San's movements were most noticeable in his left hand, which quickly retracted to avoid the blade.

Because Tang San was relatively small, he dodged the sword strike with relatively little difficulty.

Even so, the hem of his robe was still cut off by the sword, and the fragments scattered in the air.

Because of this sudden change in movement, Tang San's body was subjected to tremendous pressure after landing. He staggered and took several steps back, dust flying up from his feet.

After taking several steps back, Tang San finally managed to steady himself. His face was pale and his heart was pounding like a drum. Just a moment ago, he had almost walked through the gates of hell.

Ren realized that his sword had not played the decisive role as expected.

He merely gave a cold snort, his back view appearing exceptionally composed, as if the attack just now was nothing more than a game.

He didn't even turn his head, but kept his back to Tang San, his tone full of mockery and helplessness as he said:

"It seems the sword isn't fast enough, Tang San, don't you think?"

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing directly into Tang San's heart.

Tang San's expression instantly turned even uglier than if his own mother had died. His facial muscles contorted as he glared at Ren's retreating figure through gritted teeth.

The confidence I had just regained was shattered once again in that instant.

His heart was filled with doubt and shock, because his hidden weapon technique was a closely guarded secret of the Tang Clan, and no one else could possibly know it except himself.

Moreover, in this world where martial spirits are the mainstream, using hidden weapons is not the mainstream way of fighting. Logically speaking, it is impossible for Ren to realize that he would hide hidden weapons in his left hand!

However, Tang San's intuition told him that Ren must have seen through his scheme!

Otherwise, he couldn't have attacked his left hand with such precision!

This fact greatly shocked Tang San, the genius of the Tang Sect.

He couldn't believe that his secret had been seen through so easily; only he could understand the shock and disbelief he felt.

"Ha, again!"

Tang San's voice carried a hint of determination; he knew he had no way out.

Although Ren said he wouldn't kill him, the real killing intent he just showed was undeniable!

He understood that since the secret of the hidden weapon had been discovered, he might as well stop hiding it and use it directly.

Since surprise tactics are not feasible, then defeat the opponent by using the quantity and density of hidden weapons!

Tang San's mind was made up, and the flame of fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes. He knew that the upcoming battle would be a life-or-death struggle, and he had to go all out to find a chance to survive in this duel.

A tense atmosphere filled the air; the contest between Tang San and Ren had only just begun, yet it already felt like it had entered a white-hot phase.

Although the blade's sword failed to injure Tang San, the air currents it created still caused Tang San's clothes to flutter, as if warning him that danger was never far away.

A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He knew that at this moment, he had no room for maneuver.

His left hand swiftly slid out from his sleeve, several concealed weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

His fingers moved with the agility of a snake, gripping each hidden weapon, ready to be launched at any moment.

(End of this chapter)