Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 21: The First Battle Erupts!

In that brief moment, Tang Hao's mind was in turmoil, a whirlwind of thoughts. Suddenly, he clenched his teeth, his anger and shock gradually replaced by determination. He was, after all, an experienced Title Douluo, and quickly concluded that this was likely just some special ability possessed by Ren, and that he was controlling these plants! He decided that after he taught Ren a lesson, the plants would naturally return to their original state and reclaim his status. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes; he was prepared to teach this brat a lesson he would never forget.

Driven by rage, Tang Hao forcefully adjusted his hat to ensure his face was hidden in the shadows, then slowly emerged from the darkness. Each step he took seemed unusually heavy, as if each step was an expression of the anger within him.

With his appearance, the pressure of a Title Douluo surged out like a tide, spreading rapidly within a few dozen seconds, oppressing the surrounding air, making the entire forest feel this oppressive atmosphere.

Tang Hao was prepared to bully the younger boy and teach him a lesson. "Kid, you've got some skills, managing to spot me, huh?" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable pressure and warning, reaching directly into Ren's ears as if to plant a seed of fear in Ren's heart.

However, Ren was not affected by this pressure at all. Instead, a smile appeared on his lips, and his blood-red eyes shone brightly in the darkness. He stared at Tang Hao with anticipation in his eyes, as if waiting for a dream battle that could take him to the other side.

Ren raised the fragmented sword in his hand, the blade pointing directly at Tang Hao, his attitude firm and indifferent.

Upon seeing this, Tang Hao's brows furrowed involuntarily. Although his face, hidden in the darkness, appeared perfectly calm, only he knew that the shock within him was like a raging storm. This kid hadn't been suppressed by his pressure at all, even though he had deliberately held back some of his power; this was something that no one who had just awakened their martial soul could withstand.

Normally, an ordinary person wouldn't last more than a few seconds before collapsing to their knees, unable to move, under his oppressive aura. But now, this young man is completely unharmed and even has the energy to provoke him.

Tang Hao's curiosity and doubts grew wildly, and he became increasingly interested in the background of the boy who had once beaten his son so badly. Who exactly was this boy? What secrets did he hold? Tang Hao's heart was filled with a desire to investigate.

"Did you get my permission to come to my territory?!" Tang Hao's voice was like a thunderclap. He increased the suppression of his soul power, making his voice even more deafening, as if it could directly shake a person's soul.

At the same time, as he finished speaking, nine spirit rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet like phantoms, encircling his body. The outermost red spirit ring was exceptionally conspicuous, like a blazing flame, demonstrating his power and inviolability.

Tang Hao's intention was clear: he planned to first scare the boy out of his wits with his terrifying aura, and then, in his terrified state of mind, toy with him like a cat toying with a dying mouse, and finally knock him unconscious, so that this fear would become a lifelong shadow for him. Perhaps it would even make his mind unstable and make it difficult for him to break through to higher levels on his future cultivation path.

"Kid, I'll teach you a lesson today. I'll only use my fists." Tang Hao's voice was full of confidence and contempt. He seemed to have already seen the scene of the blade collapsing in front of him.

However, Ren's reaction surprised Tang Hao. He simply and coldly slashed his hand across the fragmented sword, blood immediately swirling around him and forming an eerie aura. A mocking and playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if laughing at Tang Hao's ignorance and arrogance.

Surrounded by the aura of blood, Ren's eyes appeared even more profound, like bottomless ancient wells, cold and resolute. A burning flame seemed to flicker within his pupils, radiating an indomitable light. Each blink was a silent challenge to Tang Hao's oppressive aura; his composure and calmness suggested he had already foreseen the outcome of this confrontation.

In his eyes, there was neither fear of a Title Douluo nor tension for the impending battle. Instead, his eyes revealed a yearning—a yearning for a powerful foe, a yearning for a battle that could unleash his potential. His gaze seemed to say, "Come on, let me see just how powerful the Title Douluos of this world really are!"

"Is that so? Don't disappoint me, hehe." Blade's voice was calm and firm, not at all like someone facing a Title Douluo.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, his anger almost bursting out of his chest. He truly hadn't expected to be mocked like this by a mere brat. He was, after all, a titled Douluo; when had he ever been treated with such contempt?

"Heh, you'd better keep your attitude, or I'll make sure you don't have a laugh anymore!" Tang Hao's voice was filled with icy killing intent. He had decided that no matter what, he would make this kid pay the price today.

The moment he finished speaking, Tang Hao moved instantly. His foot slammed heavily on the ground, as if he were going to stomp a hole in the earth. With each step, his body shot out like an arrow, and the spot where he had just stood was instantly torn apart by the powerful aura, with leaves and dust flying everywhere, as if it had been ripped apart by an invisible force.

In the forest, a sudden whooshing sound, like the roar of a wild beast, echoed throughout the woods, startling the birds and animals that were roosting there. They scattered and fled, making way for the impending battle.

Excitement gleamed on Ren's face; his eyes shone brighter, and his muscles tensed, clearly indicating he was ready for battle. He took this sudden confrontation seriously, and with a burst of speed, his fragmented sword traced a graceful arc through the air, carrying a sharp sword aura, as it hurtled straight towards Tang Hao!

bump!!!

A deafening crash resounded as a fist and a sword collided violently in mid-air. The force of the impact seemed capable of tearing space apart, and the resulting energy fluctuations spread outwards like ripples on water.

The surrounding plants tilted to the side under the impact of this force, leaves were shaken off, branches broke, and even the earth seemed to tremble.

At this moment, the tranquility of the forest was completely shattered, replaced by a contest of strength, the prelude to a life-or-death battle!

(End of this chapter)