Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 25 This Beautiful Scenery, Though I Longed for It, I Could Not Obtain It (Part Two)

Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, its head gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Pointing at the blade, he said with a mocking expression, "Nonsense! Are you counting how many times I'll hit you, then acting like a little kid, building up your anger before exploding? Utterly ridiculous!" Tang Hao's voice was full of disdain and contempt, his words like sharp blades attempting to sever the blade's confidence.

Despite Tang Hao's taunts, Ren remained remarkably calm. A playful smile played on his lips, his eyes revealing a mocking glint, as if he had seen through Tang Hao's tactics and mindset. He, too, raised his fragmented sword, casually flicking the tip up and down. The movement appeared effortless, but was in fact full of provocation, as if to say, "Go ahead and try if you dare."

Tang Hao, having suffered another silent defeat, had veins bulging on his forehead. He quickly roared again, instantly leaping from his spot and swinging his hammer at the blade, his voice brimming with killing intent:

Seeing this, Tang Hao's forehead veins bulged; his pride had been challenged once more. Anger burned within him, his eyes hardening with malice. He roared again, his voice like a thunderclap, instantly leaping from his spot, his figure a blur. Simultaneously, he swung his Clear Sky Hammer, brimming with killing intent, and struck the blade: "Heh! I'll give you no chance! Die!!"

The air seemed to be torn apart at that moment. With several whooshing sounds, Tang Hao's figure rapidly approached the blade. The Haotian Hammer expanded rapidly in the blade's vision, like a falling meteorite, carrying the power to destroy everything.

With a deafening crash, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and Ren's Fragmented Sword clashed violently once again. At the moment of impact, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a powerful shockwave spread outward from the point of impact, stirring up dust on the ground and forming rolling sandstorms.

The collision of the two forces was like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire, a truly awe-inspiring sight. Tang Hao and Ren stood at the center of the shockwave, Tang Hao's expression exceptionally fierce, his eyes showing no sign of retreat!

This time, Tang Hao's released soul power was like a boiling ocean, surging and violent. The power gathered on the Clear Sky Hammer seemed capable of tearing everything apart. Each hammer blow carried the force of an overwhelming mountain, forcing Ren's figure to retreat continuously. The ground beneath his feet cracked under the heavy pressure, and dust flew everywhere.

A glint of ruthless cunning flashed in Tang Hao's eyes—a thirst for victory and cruelty towards his opponent. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he silently vowed to exhaust all of Blade's power before delivering the final blow with his deadly Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. He sneered inwardly; this mere level 20 Soul Master had actually managed to force a Title Douluo like himself to unleash so many hammer strikes—that was already an honor enough.

"How much longer can you hold out?!" Tang Hao's voice echoed through the forest like thunder. Every swing of his Clear Sky Hammer carried an undeniable killing intent. His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination; he was determined to hammer the blade to death before he would stop.

However, just as Tang Hao thought victory was in his grasp and was preparing to deliver the final blow with his ultimate hammer, he suddenly heard a voice from the blade. The voice was deep and suppressed, like a demon from the abyss murmuring, full of eeriness and unpredictability.

"five."

The word, spoken softly, struck Tang Hao's heart like a hammer blow, instantly making him realize something was wrong. His eyes widened, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand trembled slightly—not a manifestation of power, but a fear emanating from the depths of his soul. A nameless panic welled up in Tang Hao's heart; he suddenly realized that this battle might not be as simple as he had imagined.

The scene before Tang Hao's eyes widened in disbelief. A dense, crimson light suddenly erupted from Ren's body, the light resembling countless crimson pythons coiling and wrapping around him. The red light grew increasingly dazzling, seemingly capable of sucking away souls, staining the surrounding air with a blood-red hue.

A subtle smile curved at the corners of Ren's lips, a cold and aloof smile, as if he didn't belong to this world. His eyes were even more devoid of emotion, as indifferent as a walking corpse, without a trace of life.

In the brief moment Tang Hao was distracted, the blade suddenly exerted force, and the fragmented sword in his hand instantly unleashed incredible power. A flash of sword light, tinged with blood-red radiance, sent Tang Hao and his hammer flying backward. Tang Hao's body traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Although knocked back by the sudden burst of power, Tang Hao did not suffer any substantial damage; it was more like he was pushed backward by the force of the attack. The distance between the two instantly widened, and the atmosphere of the battle became even more tense.

Tang Hao readjusted his fighting stance, believing that Ren was only making a final, desperate struggle. He sneered and prepared to step forward again to deliver a fatal blow.

However, the instant he took a step, he witnessed a scene that shocked and bewildered him. Ren crouched down, gripping the fragmented sword in his left hand, his upper body twisting backward with swift and uncanny movements. His figure blurred in that instant, as if merging with the surrounding space. Then, with a whooshing sound, Ren's crouching body and the image of him with his back to Tang Hao suddenly vanished like smoke blown away by the wind.

This sudden change made Tang Hao's heart leap. His pupils contracted sharply as he sensed an unprecedented crisis. Blade's movements were too fast, so fast that even a Title Douluo like him couldn't react in time. He could only watch helplessly as Blade's figure disappeared from his sight, as if it had never existed, leaving only the blood-red light flickering in the air.

The instant Tang Hao blinked, his world seemed to split in two. When he opened his eyes again, Blade's figure appeared before him as if it had transcended the boundaries of space and time. At this moment, Blade seemed to have transformed into a god who controlled life and death; his appearance was silent and yet carried boundless pressure.

Blade's left arm was bent into a perfect full moon arc, the muscle lines appearing even more pronounced and powerful against the backdrop of the crimson light. He gripped the Fragmented Sword tightly in his hand, its blade reflecting a cold light like the brightest star in the night sky. His eyes held a condescending indifference, as if looking down upon ants on the ground, the crimson light filled with boundless killing intent.

At the same time, a voice, as if from the deepest hell, echoed with icy chill, and drifted into Tang Hao's ears. Those four words seemed to be etched into Tang Hao's soul, perhaps one he would never forget, even in his next life.

"the other side."

"Buried!!"

The last two words exploded like thunder, booming in Tang Hao's ears.

As those four words fell, a dazzling light erupted from the shattered blade, a light as brilliant as the sun, yet carrying an aura of death. Violent wind elements gathered around the sword! Instantly, the sword light ripped through the sky, revealing a blood-red void that tore through space!

This sword strike was aimed straight at Tang Hao's heart, so fast that even a shadow could not be caught.

Tang Hao's heart tightened suddenly; this time, he truly felt an unprecedented fear!

"Burying the other shore!!"

This roar, like the awakening of a demon god from the deepest hell, echoed through the silent forest, filling all living beings with a suffocating fear.

His left hand gripped the fragmented sword tightly, the crimson light on its blade like congealed blood, reflecting the resolute killing intent in his eyes. That cold light condensed in the air, seemingly coalescing into a long, blood-red river, mercilessly slashing towards Tang Hao!

At this moment, facing this sword strike that felt like apocalyptic judgment, Tang Hao was filled with unprecedented terror. His body trembled instinctively; the shadow of death clung to him like a leech, preventing him from escaping. The dignity and pride of a Title Douluo were mercilessly shattered in this instant. He finally understood just how hellish the power of the blade truly was!

In a flash, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer spun rapidly in the air, leaving afterimages as it attempted to intercept the deadly sword strike. The ancient runes on the hammer shimmered like stars, seemingly burning their own life force, desperately resisting the destructive power.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply. He saw the sword light, like a giant blood-red python, dancing in the air, rushing towards him with an aura of death. His soul power surged wildly, attempting to counterattack at the critical moment.

Under Tang Hao's control, the Haotian Hammer instantly magnified several times, and the runes flashing on its surface seemed to come alive, intertwining to form a sturdy shield. But the sword light from the blade mercilessly struck this shield, stirring up ripples of energy.

The details of the battle were magnified infinitely at this moment: the instant the sword tip touched the hammer, sparks flew like dazzling fireworks in a festive night sky. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted and deformed by this force; the leaves of the trees froze for a moment, then were torn to shreds by the violent energy storm.

Sword light and hammer shadows intertwined in the air, like a duel between heaven and earth, producing a deafening roar. But all of this paled in comparison to an even more terrifying sound. It was the wailing of space being torn apart, the roar of power destroying everything!

With a deafening "Bang!", the heavens and earth seemed to tremble. That sword strike, like the first rays of dawn, sent Tang Hao, hammer and all, flying!

Tang Hao's body traced a poignant arc through the air, like a leaf ravaged by a storm, tumbling and crashing through the forest. Towering trees snapped one after another beneath him, as if recounting the brutality of the battle. Only after smashing through countless trees did Tang Hao collapse helplessly to the ground like a lifeless puppet, raising a cloud of dust.

"Heh, it's my turn again." Blade's voice carried a hint of mockery as his fingers lightly brushed the blade of the broken sword, the touch like caressing a lover's cheek. His gaze swept over Tang Hao, who was struggling miserably, trying to get up from the ground.

Blade sneered inwardly. Having endured so many blows, he naturally understood that the Other Shore Burial was merely an appetizer; the real killing move—the Great Death—was already poised to strike.

Under Ren's control, the fragmented sword seemed to come alive, dancing lightly in the air, its tip tracing elegant arcs. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Ren swiftly cleaved the blade, a flash of cold light, before placing it behind him. His steps were steady and powerful, unhurriedly approaching the struggling Tang Hao, each step seemingly treading on the enemy's heartbeat.

A slight upturn to Ren's lips revealed a confident yet cruel smile. The crimson light in his eyes gradually coalesced, eventually forming an extremely bright beam of light, as sharp as a laser. The energy fluctuations around him surged at an unimaginable speed, causing the fallen leaves and dust beneath his feet to slowly rise, as if he were treading on an invisible tornado.

At this moment, Tang Hao finally truly felt the taste of being hurt, and he dared not underestimate his opponent as he had before. He had underestimated Ren's hidden strength once again! The shock in his heart was beyond words. He had actually been beaten so badly by a level 20 Soul Master. In the history of Douluo Continent, this must be the first time a Title Douluo had ever felt so extremely aggrieved!

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, veins bulging on his arms like earthworms. He struggled to regain his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, and facing the blade whose aura was gradually surging, he dared not underestimate it in the slightest.

In that instant, all of Tang Hao's spirit rings lit up again, swirling around his body and radiating dazzling light. Simultaneously, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand grew wildly under the impetus of his spirit power, the ancient runes on its surface seemingly coming to life, flashing with a chilling light. A fighting spirit rekindled in Tang Hao's eyes; he knew that the battle to come would be a fight to the death.

A resolute glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He knew he could no longer hold back; it was time to unleash his ultimate technique—the Great Sumeru Hammer! This was a trump card he believed he wouldn't need to use in this battle, but unexpectedly, a young man who had just awakened his martial soul had forced him to this point! This humiliation was even more unbearable than the pain in his body.

But circumstances forced him to act against his will. Even though he felt unwilling, Tang Hao understood that now was not the time to hold back. The aura of the blade had made him feel an unprecedented danger, a sense of oppression that could almost tear his soul apart.

Just as Tang Hao was gathering all his strength, preparing to unleash his power, Ren's voice suddenly rang out, neither too loud nor too soft, yet clearly reaching his ears: "This beautiful scenery, though I desire it, I cannot obtain." These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly igniting Tang Hao's anger.

Annoyed and frustrated by these nonsensical words, Tang Hao's anger flared up like dry grass being set ablaze. His eyes turned bloodshot as he roared furiously, "I'll send you to hell to see the sights!!"

"Take this, my Great Sumeru Hammer!!" Tang Hao's voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the entire forest.

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao's figure had already accelerated. His hands gripped the ever-growing Clear Sky Hammer tightly. With the infusion of soul power, the hammerhead seemed to transform into a small planet, heavy and full of destructive power. He swung it in a large semi-circular arc, the Clear Sky Hammer whistling through the air, charging straight towards the blade with boundless killing intent!

Every movement of Tang Hao was filled with power and beauty. His muscles, tense and strained, moved like living steel wires, outlining the powerful contours of a fighter. The Clear Sky Hammer, under his swing, seemed to gather the essence of the entire world; its aura was enough to chill anyone to the bone. And Tang Hao's eyes were even more resolute and ruthless than his Clear Sky Hammer. He had made up his mind that this strike would utterly shatter the blade!

At this moment, facing Tang Hao's earth-shattering attack, Ren's expression remained utterly indifferent, as if none of this concerned him. His eyes held no fear, no tension, only a detached calmness that transcended the battle.

Ren slowly closed his eyes, gently placing the fragmented sword in front of his face, its blade reflecting his calm expression. His aura rose silently, reaching a suffocating peak. At that very moment, he abruptly opened his eyes!

Those blood-red eyes, like the legendary Sharingan, stared coldly and resolutely at the sword, as if they could see through all illusions. In that instant, cracks spread across the sword, and the fragmented sword shattered into countless sharp blade fragments, each carrying a deadly glint!

At the same time, a petal of a spider lily gently drifted down, its reflection spreading across the ground and instantly transforming the surrounding area for miles into what seemed like Blade's otherworldly domain—a tranquil lake. The lake reflected the sky and everything around it, but Blade's figure was conspicuously absent.

Immediately afterward, reflected in the lake, Ren's figure suddenly leaped into the air, his fragmented sword raised high above his head, its tip pointing towards the sky. A tremendous power erupted from him, accompanied by a voice like that of the Grim Reaper echoing through the heavens and earth:

"But it is possible."

"I invite everyone to enjoy this together!!"

As the sound rang out, Tang Hao on the ground had already swung the Clear Sky Hammer for most of the circle, his power poised to unleash a powerful strike with the Great Sumeru Hammer. His figure and the blade created a stark contrast between the air and the ground; their auras clashed and collided at that moment!

In an instant, the clash of their ultimate moves seemed to shake the heavens and the earth. The shockwaves of power were already rippling through the air. All the surrounding trees snapped, leaves flew, and dust rose, as if the prelude to the end of the world was slowly unfolding.

At that moment, heaven and earth seemed to stand still, all sounds suppressed by the impending explosive power. The birds and beasts in the forest had already scattered in panic, leaving only the palpable killing intent of the two sides clashing and intertwining on this empty battlefield.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer traced a path through the air, stirring up gusts of wind that whipped up fallen leaves and dust, creating a small whirlwind. Each of his breaths was heavy and powerful, seemingly capable of vibrating the surrounding air. Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, yet they seemed insignificant in the face of his unwavering will.

Opposite him, Blade's figure appeared exceptionally lonely in mid-air, yet so arrogant. His fragmented sword gleamed coldly above his head, the shattered blade pieces surrounding him like stars around the moon, forming a dense sword net.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, his blood-red pupils reflecting the impending destruction!

boom! !

With a deafening roar, their ultimate moves finally clashed. The thunderous sound seemed to tear the world apart, and the tension of the battle reached its peak!

Thousands of fragmented sword lights poured down like a torrential rain, each fragment possessing a sharpness capable of cutting through the void. They converged in the air to form a sea of ​​swords, gleaming with a chilling light.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer had now expanded to an enormous size, seemingly bearing the weight of the entire world. It truly lived up to its name, Sumeru. Once it fell, it would be enough to shake mountains and shatter stars.

In that instant, the fragmented sword light collided with the enormous Sumeru Hammer. The sound was like a primordial explosion, deafening and echoing through the heavens. The collision of the sword light and the hammer shadow produced a dazzling light that instantly illuminated the entire forest, even dimming the sun in the sky.

At the moment of impact, it was as if a huge rift had been torn open in the air, and the energy shockwave spread wildly outward from the point of impact.

The surrounding trees, under the impact of this force, snapped and fell as if made of paper, uprooted and torn apart. The soil was ripped up, forming deep, bottomless trenches, as if the earth itself were groaning in pain!

(End of this chapter)