Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 29 Let's start by playing the fool!

When Tang Hao heard Tang San mention the Blade, his eye twitched involuntarily, the slight muscle reaction betraying his inner turmoil. His mind quickly replayed the fierce battle with the Blade from two days ago.

The scene was still vivid in his mind. He, a titled Douluo, had almost been defeated by a kid who had just awakened his martial soul. This thought made Tang Hao feel an indescribable anger.

His hand gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The glass creaked slightly in his palm. His breathing became heavy, and although he tried to control it, the slightly quickened rhythm betrayed his inner turmoil.

However, as a titled Douluo, Tang Hao possessed exceptional emotional control. He quickly adjusted his mindset and regained his composure. He told himself that as long as he didn't speak up or actively reveal his identity, that kid would certainly not suspect his true identity.

But at this moment, a question lingered in his mind—why was Blade in that forest? Tang Hao recalled his encounter that day, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. But he shook his head, trying to dispel his doubts.

How could a mere kid who has just awakened his martial soul possibly have the audacity to submit to someone like him, a top-tier Title Douluo on the Douluo Continent? Such a thought is absurd.

Tang Hao's thoughts wavered in contradiction. In the end, he could only attribute the reason why the blade appeared in that forest to the abundant soul power resources there.

After all, a boy with such extraordinary talent naturally needs more resources to nurture his growth. While this explanation couldn't completely dispel his doubts, it at least made things seem more reasonable.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind. He knew that what he needed to do now was remain calm, continue to observe, and at the same time ensure Tang San's safety. After all, in this world full of unknowns and dangers, his precious son was the person he needed to protect the most; he was his future!

Tang Hao's voice carried an undeniable firmness, and his gaze was fixed on Tang San, as if he wanted to etch his words into his son's heart: "Him? You don't need to worry about him, and you don't need to pay attention to what old Jack said."

If he comes looking for us, I'll naturally send him away. Just remember what I told you: keep your distance from Ren. I don't care if you're from the same village or what kind of friends you are.

As Tang San listened to his father's words, the doubts in his heart spread rapidly like dry grass being ignited. His brows furrowed, and his eyes flashed with confusion and shock.

As a former assassin, Tang Hao's insight into people's hearts was unquestionable, but at this moment, his father seemed to be showing unprecedented fear of the blade. This attitude puzzled Tang San, and even made him somewhat uneasy.

"What's going on?" Tang San cried out inwardly, his fists clenching involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his palms. "You haven't avenged your genius son yet! If I stay away from him, what kind of revenge can I possibly take?!"

Tang San's thoughts raced like wild horses. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to blades, like a fated enemy, a fight to the death. This feeling sent a chill down his spine. If he kept hiding and being chased, what kind of solution was that?!

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly continued, "Dad, what if Ren comes looking for me? I can't just keep hiding, can I? If he really intends to cause me trouble, I can't just sit here and wait to die, can I?"

Tang Hao was momentarily stunned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, clearly not expecting Tang San to ask such a question. He was confident that his identity was well hidden; as long as Tang San didn't reveal the Clear Sky Hammer, Ren wouldn't cast suspicious glances at him.

Even if Tang San accidentally exposes himself, with so many disciples of the Clear Sky Sect who use the Clear Sky Hammer, how could Ren possibly trace it back to him? As for Ren beating up his precious son before, let's ignore that for now and settle the score later when he has a clearer understanding of the situation!

Tang Hao frowned, seemingly deep in thought, then said in a low voice, "Why would he contact you? That goes without saying. Just don't provoke him. If he really bothers you, pretend to be a friend, be a little more agreeable, and be smarter. Remember, you need to grow and keep working hard."

At this point, Tang Hao's tone became serious, and he emphasized again, "And I'll say it again, don't let anyone know you have a hammer in your left hand!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression instantly became incredibly varied, his face filled with a multitude of question marks like stars in the sky. He screamed inwardly, "My aunt, my grandmother, my brain inside out! Father, what happened to avenging your son?!"

Tang San was almost devastated. He never expected his father, who had been so full of anticipation, to give such an answer. The scene he had imagined—a hero rescuing a damsel in distress and father and son joining forces to fight a powerful enemy—did not materialize at all. Instead, he was asked to greet his enemy with a smile, which made him feel incredibly absurd and frustrated.

"What the hell is this?!" Tang San screamed inwardly, his face filled with resentment and confusion. "My enemy has come, and I have to face him?! This isn't revenge; it's clearly forcing me to swallow my pride!"

Tang Hao's tone was serious and firm. His gaze was fixed on Tang San, and his voice carried an undeniable authority: "Did you hear me?"

Tang San snapped out of his reverie, nodding awkwardly, his mind a jumble of emotions. It felt as if countless alpacas were stampeding through his mind; the shock was indescribable. He had always believed his father, Tang Hao, was a hidden mastermind, but now it seemed his father's strength wasn't as invincible as he'd imagined. If Tang Hao were truly as powerful as the legends claimed, how could a mere blade possibly inspire such fear in him?

Tang San sighed helplessly to himself. As the protagonist, he still wanted to believe that his father, who had the protagonist's halo, had a certain background.

But at this moment, he could only silently pray that his father wouldn't actually stage a scene like "He was kicked out of his family because he was too useless and could only live a miserable life in a small village!" Let alone a melodramatic plot like "He accidentally discovered his son's talent and vowed to use his son to rise to the top and take back everything that belonged to him!!"

Seeing his son nod, Tang Hao's worries eased slightly. He patted Tang San on the shoulder with satisfaction; facing a son with equally extraordinary talent, he saw hope for the future.

His tone softened slightly, his eyes revealing expectation and care for his son: "Little San, a genius who doesn't grow isn't a genius at all. Remember that. What I mean is that I want you to make fewer enemies. When you're truly strong, no one will be able to bully you anymore!"

"Let's go, let's see how your hammer technique has improved these past few days." Tang Hao said, turning and walking towards the training ground with firm and powerful steps. Tang San followed closely behind his father. Although he still had doubts, what could he do since his father had said so? He could just pretend to be subservient in front of Ren from now on! He'd settle all the old scores later!

Tang San thought through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)