Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 36 I, you bastard, beat up Gangzi!

At this moment, the blade

A mad glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were waiting for the perfect moment.

Very quickly, in that very instant,

The blade, unable to wait any longer, shot into the battlefield like an arrow released from a bow.

His movements were so fast that Jack didn't have time to react, or even to reach out and stop him, before Blade had already plunged into the melee.

Ren's figure moved through the crowd like a ghost, his target clear: Tang San.

He quickly came to Tang San's side, a playful smile on his lips, and whispered in a voice only Tang San could hear:

"Tang San".

"Watch closely, I'll teach you how to beat someone up one more time, you piece of trash, hehe."

Before the words were finished, and before Tang San could react in any way,

The blade had already bypassed him and headed straight for one of the group of guards—Yu Xiaogang, who had just arrived from behind and hadn't yet had a chance to display his masterly demeanor.

Blade's fist, as large as a sandbag, slammed down on Yu Xiaogang's face with the force of a storm.

With a loud "bang," the power of the punch was perfectly controlled by the blade, both fierce and precise, directly knocking out two of Yu Xiaogang's front teeth!

Under this blow, Yu Xiaogang's body was like a kite struck by a heavy hammer, instantly losing its balance and flying backward.

As his face touched the ground, it sparked and slid a short distance before finally "brakes" by landing face-first.

Yu Xiaogang's face was filled with pain and shock. He never expected that he would suffer such a fierce attack as soon as he appeared.

Outside the academy, passersby or casual spectators were instantly drawn to this unexpected scene.

Their eyes were filled with surprise and excitement as they pointed at the blade in the arena and at Yu Xiaogang, who had been knocked away, and discussed it amongst themselves.

"My God! Who is that handsome young man? That punch was so cool!!" A young girl's eyes lit up as if she had seen her idol. She clutched her heart with her hands and exclaimed excitedly.

"That bald security guard was sent flying in an instant! That was awesome!" A burly man clapped his hands in delight, his eyes revealing envy for the blade's power.

"Hey! Isn't that the handsome guy I just met on the street? Even the way he hit people was so cool, I'm falling in love, what should I do!" A girl with a crush blushed and covered her face with her hands, as if she had fallen into a romantic fantasy.

"Hey! It really is him! I thought someone was causing trouble in Notting City, but now it seems it's the academy's fault! The handsome young man must have suffered a great injustice! I'm on his side!" A plump woman who looked like a noblewoman guessed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Judging by that kid's skills, he's definitely not an ordinary person. He might be a member of some powerful family! It's lucky for the academy that he's here, so why are they stopping him?" A middle-aged man stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"This college gatekeeper is going too far! This is no way to bully people. He deserves to be taught a lesson! Go, handsome!" a stylish girl said excitedly, her face flushed.

"Looks like there's going to be a good show today. This academy is going to be lively for a while." A businessman-looking man stood to the side with a smile, seemingly enjoying the lively scene.

A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd, with everyone offering their opinions based on what they had seen and heard.

At this moment, Tang San, who had already dealt with most of the gatekeepers, was constantly bombarded with praise from the onlookers for his blade. His heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, and the fire of jealousy burned fiercely within him.

His thoughts drifted back to Ren's contemptuous words, "Watch closely, I'll teach you how to beat someone up again, you piece of trash."

And the humiliating scene of being brutally beaten by Ren, these memories were like a brand, making him grit his teeth and instantly fly into a rage!

Tang San's eyes darted like arrows towards the direction of the blade; he saw the blade slamming its fists into the bald gatekeeper.

Each strike was precise and powerful, leaving the gatekeeper no room to resist, as if he were simply cooperating with the blade's performance.

The blade's movements carried a mocking tone, as if it were demonstrating its power and skill to Tang San.

Tang San's anger burned ever brighter, and he felt a surge of intense resentment and jealousy welling up inside him.

He cursed inwardly: "Where did this amateurish martial arts come from? They dare to show off their amateurish skills in front of me, Tang San? I'm a disciple of the Tang Clan's ultimate techniques! You think you can teach me with your mediocre abilities?! And you even say it's so well-done?! Are these people blind?! They're all courting death!!"

He was even angrier at the bald security guard: "You bald guy, you didn't put up a single fight! Were you deliberately cooperating with Ren's punches to make it look so good when you were thrown down? You bald guy, you're asking for death!!"

Driven by jealousy and anger, Tang San could no longer bear it. In a fit of rage, he took a big step forward, raised his fist, and charged straight towards the blade.

His steps were heavy and firm, like an angry lion ready to unleash its fury.

In the instant he passed by the blade, Tang San seemed to find an outlet for his pent-up emotions.

He mimicked Ren's previous tone, speaking loudly with sarcasm and disdain:

"Blade! Take a good look at this punch!!"

His voice was full of provocation and anger. This punch was not only a display of power, but also a challenge to the blade and a protest against the crowd who praised the blade.

Tang San's fist, accompanied by the sound of air being cut, went straight for Yu Xiaogang, as if he wanted to vent all his jealousy and resentment through this punch.

After saying that, Tang San's lips curled into a smug and arrogant smile. His eyes shone with confidence, as if the whole world was his stage and he was the protagonist of this play.

His pride and satisfaction were almost overflowing. If he hadn't maintained a little bit of composure, he might have even let out a smug "hehehe" laugh.

When Ren saw Tang San's appearance, he merely raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and waited indifferently for Tang San's fist to strike Yu Xiaogang, who was already bruised and battered and could barely stand.

This scoundrel dared to hit even his master Gangzi just to show off. The thought of it is hilarious and makes me want to vomit.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang saw that his precious disciple Tang San was swinging his fist at him, and he was so frightened that he tried to stand up shakily.

He held his hands shakily in front of him, trying to stop Tang San's attack. His mouth, missing two front teeth, uttered a few words indistinctly:

"No, no, I'm not a security guard, I'm a school official."

However, before Yu Xiaogang could finish speaking, Tang San, blinded by rage, couldn't hear a word he said. His fists and feet, like wild horses, relentlessly attacked Yu Xiaogang's face.

The fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck Yu Xiaogang's greasy face hard. With a "thud," another of Yu Xiaogang's back molars was forcefully knocked out by the punch, accompanied by a mouthful of blood and a mouthful of broken teeth.

Yu Xiaogang was knocked to the side again by his disciple Tang San's punch. His body drew an arc in the air, and his cheek slammed heavily into the ground.

His profile made intimate contact with the ground once again, completing this "perfect" face-screwing performance!

They even beat Yu Xiaogang so badly that he convulsed on the ground, like a mudfish whose tendons had been pulled out!

After delivering that punch, Tang San felt as relieved as if he had knocked over a blade.

He turned triumphantly to look at Blade, his face full of provocation and disdain, as if to say, "See? This is the power a fist should have!" His eyes were full of smugness, as if he were showing Blade his power and "teachings".

However, Tang San watched for a long time.

Blade's gaze remained cold, even carrying a hint of playful sarcasm.

This made Tang San's eyes twitch, and he felt even more that he couldn't afford to play with the blade. His thought of "seeking death" grew stronger in his heart.

At this moment, Ren simply stood there quietly, his blood-red eyes utterly indifferent. He was merely listening to the pleasant voice coming from the system. Sooner or later, this little bastard would understand how foolish and ridiculous he was. This was killing someone and destroying their spirit!

And isn't this kind of role-playing progress something that can be done in large quantities at will?

[Ding! Host has completed the temporary mission! Role-playing progress increased by 1%!!]

[Ding! The main characters, master and apprentice, are both getting their comeuppance! Role-playing progress increased by 1%!!]

[Ding! The protagonist has a problem with his brain! Role-playing progress increased by 0.5%!!]

[Ding! Current role-playing progress: 22.00%!!]

(End of this chapter)