Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 42 Blade: You're in my way

Soon,

Tang San's words poured out like a flood, his eyes gleaming with determination, as if he were releasing all the resentment that had been building up inside him.

His voice was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, each word like a sharp knife, pointing directly to the flaws of the blade.

"Teacher, you have no idea what kind of person he is. He's completely stubborn! He's no different from a madman. When he goes crazy, he doesn't recognize anyone, not even his own family!" Tang San said angrily, his eyes almost spitting fire.

He waved his arms, describing Ren's violent tendencies, "A person like him is simply a menace! He'll bring no good to the academy or the teachers!"

唐三继续揭露刃的身世：「老师你知道吗？刃他是个孤儿，从小缺爱！所以他只会用拳头解决问题，除了揍人，他还有什幺别的本事？！」

He sneered and said dismissively, "How could someone like him possibly listen to you, teacher?"

Tang San's mouth was like a runaway train, relentlessly listing all of Ren's faults. Gangzi, standing to the side, was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected Tang San to have such a strong opinion about Ren.

To interrupt this "accusation," Gangzi quickly made an excuse to have Tang San register his and Ren's student information.

Yu Xiaogang watched Tang San's departing figure, pondering to himself. Although Tang San's words were mostly negative, he felt much more at ease.

After all, understanding someone's weaknesses means having a greater chance of controlling that person.

A slight upturn of his lips revealed a smug smile, as if he could already see the day he would successfully control the blade.

In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, a single-minded student like Ren was a gift from heaven, the easiest to control.

They are not like those students who appear obedient on the surface but harbor countless ulterior motives in their hearts. Those people wear masks of hypocrisy, making them unpredictable and truly difficult to deal with.

Ren is different. He is straightforward, has clear goals, and has an almost obsessive love for fighting. In Yu Xiaogang's view, these are the valuable qualities needed for martial arts training.

The blade's simplicity and directness made Yu Xiaogang feel incredibly relaxed. It didn't have those complicated and ever-changing thoughts, and Yu Xiaogang didn't need to guess the intentions behind its every move.

Such students, with just a little guidance, can become a sharp sword in his hands.

Yu Xiaogang smiled slightly, recalling the experience of being thoroughly beaten by Ren before, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

At that time, he truly believed that Blade was his enemy and was filled with fear of him.

But now, after some understanding, Yu Xiaogang, as a master, has regained his confidence.

He knew that Ren's lack of love and fear of strangers were weaknesses he could exploit.

He admitted that although he was cold and heartless towards women, he could devote himself to his apprentices who could help him become famous in mainland China.

If you give Ren a little care and let him feel the long-lost warmth, Ren will naturally regard him as a father figure, just like Tang San.

With a little understanding and care, wouldn't Ren obediently listen to her?

Yu Xiaogang became more and more certain. How could a child like Ren, unless he was heartless or already dead, not be moved by his sincerity?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he could already see his talented disciples making their mark on the continent.

He sat there expectantly, quietly waiting for Tang San to lead the blade in.

With a gleam of ambition and anticipation in his eyes, Yu Xiaogang was ready to welcome his second genius apprentice.

On the other side, Tang San pushed open the tightly closed door, and his body switched states almost instantly.

The gritted teeth and ferocious expression he had when he whispered his grievances against Ren behind the door earlier seemed to be just an illusion.

He closed the door gently, his movements as tender as if he were protecting a fragile treasure.

In an instant, Tang San's expression became simple and sincere. He stood quietly beside Ren, afraid that his arrival would disturb Ren's peaceful contemplation.

He waited patiently until Ren's blood-red eyes slowly opened and noticed his presence. Only then did Tang San cautiously speak:

"Brother Ren, I have just officially recognized the master as my teacher. The master really wants to talk to you, so I'll go register your student status now."

"If you'd like, I can open the door for you. If you don't want to go now, you can wait for me here. I'll come back to you when I'm done, okay?"

Blade gradually withdrew from his deep contemplation of the mission. His blood-red eyes, filled with a hint of amusement, stared intently at Tang San, as if trying to see through his heart.

Time passed in silence. After a moment, a slight smile slowly appeared on Ren's lips, a smile that carried a hint of mockery and a touch of ridicule.

Suddenly, his bandaged fingers pressed lightly against his angular face, and a burst of maniacal, hoarse laughter erupted, echoing through the corridor and sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe!"

The laughter abruptly stopped shortly afterward. Ren lowered his hand, a playful yet wicked smile still lingering on his face. His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"teacher?"

His gaze was fixed on Tang San's face, and his tone revealed a strange interest: "Tang San, you always manage to bring me unexpected surprises."

A more pronounced sarcastic smile curled at the corner of Ren's mouth, his words tinged with disdain:

"One piece of trash found another piece of trash."

As he finished speaking, an indescribable tension and subtle tension seemed to rise in the air.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression instantly turned ashen, as if his mother had died. His body trembled uncontrollably, and anger surged within him, almost overwhelming his reason.

His back teeth were clenched so tightly they almost seemed to shatter like the father he had just recognized. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

However, despite the anger filling every cell of his body, Tang San managed to suppress it and not explode.

He was aware of his own strength and knew that he was no match for Ren.

His newly recognized father was clearly a theoretical expert, and previous events had already proven that he was no match for Blade in actual combat.

Tang San desperately suppressed the rage that was about to erupt from his heart. He cursed Blade silently, wishing that Blade should be torn to pieces a thousand times over, that he should die a million times over.

But amidst his anger, he also pondered how his teacher could discern his twin martial souls with just a certificate—a level of insight far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This is worlds apart from what that damned guy Ren secretly observed when his martial soul awakened!

How could his teacher be a good-for-nothing! Besides, Tang San is the protagonist; he can't be surrounded by useless people!

After calming down a bit, Tang Sanqiang forced a smile and said in a flattering tone:

"Ahem, Brother Ren, you flatter me. So, are you still planning to go in and see the teacher?"

His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of respect, but his eyes concealed a mixture of resentment and anticipation.

Upon hearing this, an uncontrollable madness flashed in Ren's blood-red eyes, his gaze as sharp as a blade, piercing straight at Tang San.

Because Tang San is now acting in front of him, his reactions are no longer pure, and his performance is progressing much faster.

As for Yu Xiaogang, now is a golden opportunity to gain experience in his role-playing! Gangzi will have to pay a heavy price to pay!

Blade's gaze was cold; he glanced at Tang San with disdain, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

His tone carried a chilling killing intent. The four simple words he uttered struck Tang San's heart like a thousand-pound hammer.

You're blocking my way.

These words, though seemingly casual, carried an undeniable authority.

Ren's voice was deep and powerful, each word sounding as if it had been soaked in ice water, sending chills down one's spine.

Tang San's body involuntarily trembled. He quickly took a few steps back to make way, a hint of fear and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Ren snorted disdainfully, strode towards the room where Yu Xiaogang was, leaving Tang San standing there, looking embarrassed.

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(End of this chapter)