Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 12 Burial on the Other Shore!

[Ding! The protagonist feels a slight fear of the host; role-playing progress increased by 0.1%!]

[Ding! The protagonist's killing intent towards the host has intensified; role-playing progress increased by 0.1%!]

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As the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed deep within Blade's mind, Blade simply smiled faintly, everything was under his control.

At this moment, a sinister light flashed in Tang San's eyes. His attack was decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation. This time, he was even more cautious, like a cheetah stalking in the night, searching for the prey's weakness.

On the battle stage centered around the blade, Tang San maintained a safe distance, running swiftly around it. His figure was as elusive as a ghost, the hidden weapons in his hands gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Once he spotted an opening, he would unhesitatingly launch his hidden weapons, striving for a single, decisive strike.

Tang San's strategy had changed. Since covert attacks were ineffective, he would engage in direct confrontation. He sneered inwardly; this was only the tip of the iceberg. His powerful weapon, the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, had not yet been revealed to the enemy.

At this moment, Ren remained expressionless, like an insurmountable iceberg. The fragmented sword in his hand drew graceful arcs in the night sky, its rise and fall seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe. He deflected each of the dozens of incoming projectiles.

Blade stood firmly in place, completely unfazed by the ticklish sensation of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet. He let the soft blades intertwine beneath his feet, allowing Tang San to observe his every subtle movement. In this contest, Blade's composure and Tang San's agility created a fierce and captivating spectacle!

Tang San's footsteps moved quickly on the hard ground. His figure was like a ghost traveling through time, running around the blade tirelessly, round and round.

However, no matter how hard he tried, or how skillfully he changed his direction and speed, he could never touch the figure that seemed so close yet was actually so far away.

Each time a hidden weapon was launched, it was deflected by Ren's seemingly casual sword strike. The hidden weapons traced breathtaking trajectories in the air and bounced back as if they had been given life, attacking Tang San himself.

Tang San's clothes were no longer just torn by the sword energy; there were now several obvious holes. Every time a hidden weapon bounced off, it made his heart clench with fear.

"Damn it, this shouldn't be like this!" Tang San was filled with doubt and anger, his voice trembling slightly.

"His sword... wasn't that a broken sword? How did it become so sharp in his hands! Can that blind assessor's words be trusted at all? How could this be a useless martial spirit? It actually withstood so many of my hidden weapons!"

At this moment, Tang San's forehead was covered in cold sweat. His strength and soul power were being rapidly depleted in the continuous battle, and the hidden weapons he had prepared were also being rapidly reduced in this war of attrition.

A sense of unease welled up within him. If things continued this way, he would be at a complete disadvantage once the blade switched from defense to offense.

At that time, it wouldn't be long, perhaps only a moment, before he was completely defeated, with no chance of recovery. Tang San knew he had to come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise the outcome of this battle would be a foregone conclusion.

A surge of determination welled up within Tang San. He knew he couldn't continue this endless waste of energy; he had to seize the next opportunity and let the brilliance of the Clear Sky Hammer shine in this battle. A triumphant light gleamed in his eyes, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

At this crucial moment, the blade, which had been effortlessly deflecting all the hidden weapons as if playing, finally broke the silence.

His voice, tinged with sarcasm, reached Tang San's ears: "Tang San, your scrap metal isn't even strong enough to scratch an itch? How disappointing."

These words ignited the anger in Tang San's heart. He clenched his teeth and made a slight "clucking" sound.

The Purple Demon Eyes shone in his eyes, their color becoming even deeper, like a bottomless abyss, filled with coldness and killing intent.

In his heart, Tang San cursed angrily. How dare this blade insult the Tang Clan's hidden weapons that he was so proud of! He was simply courting death!

Tang San's voice was cold and firm, and he responded without backing down: "Ha! Blade! Don't be too happy yet! My Tang Clan's hidden weapons will show you what true pain is in a moment!"

Upon hearing Tang San's counterattack, Ren's lips curled into a mocking smile. His blood-red eyes gleamed with madness and excitement as he stared intently at Tang San's busy circling figure.

He casually swung his sword, deflecting several hidden weapons, then said in a magnetic voice, tinged with a playful cruelty, "Oh, really? I've been getting a little impatient, hehehe!"

Blade's words echoed in the air, his laughter like the hooting of an owl, sending chills down one's spine. Tang San knew that the battle to come would be even more brutal, and he had to go all out to find a glimmer of hope in this life-or-death struggle.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San wanted to say a few more words, trying to divert Ren's attention and provide an excellent opportunity for the Clear Sky Hammer, which was hidden in the shadows, to make its appearance.

However, before he could even speak, the scene before him stunned him instantly.

Blade's figure vanished in an instant, as if he had never existed. Immediately afterward, Tang San saw only a blood-red shadow, like a blooming spider lily, carrying a strong aura of death, which crossed the distance of space in a flash and rushed straight towards him.

The fragmented sword, stained crimson with blood and radiating an evil light, rapidly magnified in Tang San's pupils, as if it were about to tear his entire world apart.

At the same time, a low, seductive whisper echoed in Tang San's ear, a voice like a demon from the abyss: "Other Shore Burial!!!"

A wave of unprecedented terror surged through Tang San's heart. This sudden turn of events left him feeling utterly helpless, unable to react at all. The phrase "burial on the other shore" seemed like a curse, filling him with a profound sense of despair.

But Tang San was no ordinary person. As a transmigrator and a former assassin, such a situation, though rare, was not unheard of for him.

Under the shadow of death, he quickly recovered from his shock, activating his Purple Demon Eye at full power, his eyes flashing with purple light as he observed every move the blade made. His steps were as light as the wind, and his Ghostly Shadow Steps instantly unfolded, his figure moving as elusive as a ghost.

At the same time, he quickly drew his hidden weapons from his waist. Almost instantly, all his trump cards except for the Haotian Hammer were revealed, ready to fight the blade to the death.

(End of this chapter)