Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 27 The Respective Thoughts of Both Sides

At this very moment, in the forest, not far from the battlefield where Ren and Tang Hao had just rested, above the waterfall, the water roared, white as silver, splashing like pearls and jade. Tang Hao's figure appeared beneath the large tree. His gaze swept briefly over the Blue Silver Emperor beside the tree, a hint of unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes. After confirming that everything was alright, he didn't linger and turned to leave this place filled with memories.

Tang Hao quickened his pace, rushing back towards Holy Soul Village. His heart was filled with apprehension towards Ren; how could an opponent who was only level 20 have pushed him to such a point! Even though he still had trump cards up his sleeve, the approaching aura he had just sensed, and Ren's awe-inspiring attack, forced him to reassess the situation.

He couldn't take the risk. Regardless of whether those who suddenly appeared were related to Ren, his precious son still needed his protection, and he couldn't gamble with his own life. In Tang Hao's heart, his precious son's safety had to be the top priority right now.

More importantly, during the prolonged battle, Tang Hao discovered a terrifying fact—as the fight progressed, the blade was actually growing stronger. With each clash, the blade's power seemed to continuously increase, like a bottomless pit, unfathomable. This discovery shocked Tang Hao deeply. He realized that the blade's potential might far exceed his imagination; this was a dangerous sign and a major reason for his decision to retreat.

Tang Hao's figure receded into the distance in the forest, his heart filled with both wariness of Ren and deep contemplation of his future path. He knew that this encounter would not be the end; the feud between him and Ren might have only just begun.

As a native of the Douluo Continent, Tang Hao had never witnessed such astonishing talent. His heart was filled with astonishment; this existence, beyond the realm of reason, left him in disbelief and even a sense of panic. In his understanding, such talent was practically synonymous with mythical legends; he simply couldn't accept this unconventional reality.

If Ren knew what Tang Hao was thinking at this moment, he might silently acknowledge Tang Hao's pragmatism and understanding of the situation. If Tang Hao was truly determined to settle the score with Ren, then Ren would have to consider whether to stay or leave.

If they choose to stay, the side effects of the Demonic Yin Body will likely fully manifest, at which point Blade's slaughter will not cease until Tang Hao falls. However, the consequences of doing so are also obvious: first, they will lose Tang Hao as a source of progress in their role-playing, as there is a difference between a one-time victory and long-term accumulation; second, after the full eruption, Blade will need a significant amount of time to recover.

If he chooses to leave, Ren doesn't need to think too much; with his abilities, escaping wouldn't be difficult. However, this might lead Tang Hao to mistakenly believe he's fleeing out of fear, thus reducing the role-playing progress gained through this battle.

At this moment, Tang Hao secretly rejoiced. Although he had revealed the Clear Sky Hammer during the battle, at least he hadn't exposed his true face. He deliberately deepened his voice during the fight to ensure that his opponent couldn't recognize him as Tang Hao from the same village.

However, he couldn't help but think that this might make the Clear Sky Sect take the blame. If there really was a hidden force behind the Blade, they might very well point the finger at the Clear Sky Sect, a feeling that was both familiar and frustrating to Tang Hao. The Clear Sky Sect, the sect he belonged to, might suffer undeserved disaster because of his actions.

Tang Hao, as a powerful figure on the Douluo Continent, was well aware of the responsibilities he bore. Moreover, this wasn't the first time he had disregarded the fate of his sect.

At this moment, he had no time to think about anything else. Even the safety of his sect was less important to him than protecting and nurturing his son. Every ounce of his energy had to be devoted to ensuring his son's safe growth.

He secretly resolved to immediately remind his prodigy son that he must maintain a distance from Ren in the short term, avoid antagonizing him, and patiently develop his strength like a hunter lying in wait, waiting for the right opportunity. In this dog-eat-dog world, sometimes avoiding direct confrontation and preserving one's strength is the wisest choice.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao also began to secretly investigate Ren's background. He could no longer blindly speculate; he needed solid evidence. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. If the investigation showed that this damned kid was indeed alone, without the support of any powerful force behind him, then he would not hesitate to take measures to eliminate Ren and prevent future troubles.

Tang Hao harbored a somber resolve. He knew that once he chose this path, there was no turning back. He had to protect his son while simultaneously creating a thick fog of mystery around his actions, ensuring that he could strike decisively when necessary, leaving Ren no chance to retaliate.

His figure gradually disappeared into the forest, like a ghost in the night, silently beginning his plan. Tang Hao's every step was filled with caution and determination; he knew that each subsequent move would be crucial in determining the future of him and his son.

Meanwhile, after successfully avoiding the group of strangers drawn by the battle, Ren found a secluded corner to begin his recuperation. This quiet place was surrounded by towering ancient trees, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of mystery to the tranquil space.

Ren knew he needed time to suppress the side effects of the Demonic Body. Here, he couldn't rely on Kafka's Word of Power; he had to depend entirely on himself and the system's ever-increasing suppression effect. The battle just now had, for the first time ever, increased his role-playing progress by 6%, making the system's indirect suppression even stronger. At this moment, he felt his condition was relatively stable.

Having experienced this battle, Blade has a deeper understanding of his own strength, which makes him even more clear that he must accelerate the progress of his role-playing in order to improve his strength more quickly.

Ren took the potted Blue Silver Emperor from his spatial ring and gently placed it beside him. During this period of peaceful recuperation, he didn't want any external disturbances. At this moment, this potted plant, which had absorbed his abundant blood, would play its role, helping him to be vigilant about any movement around him.

He can't keep her for nothing. In critical moments, she will become his capable assistant, helping him avoid risks and keeping an eye on his surroundings. This is also her mission.

Then, Blade closed his eyes, clutching the fragmented sword tightly to his chest, as if the icy aura emanating from the blade could calm him. Time flowed slowly through the tranquil forest, Blade's figure appearing exceptionally solitary and resolute in the sunlight. His breathing gradually evened out, his mind and body immersed in deep meditation, awaiting the next awakening.

(End of this chapter)