Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Abyss Sword, Peerless Prodigy

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours...

Lin Han was covered in sweat, his white clothes were soaked through, and his muscles were aching, a sign that his body had reached its current limit.

But he didn't stop.

The closer you are to the limit, the more likely you are to break through.

Twenty times the comprehension allowed him to make precise adjustments at his limits, avoiding injury while squeezing out the last bit of potential.

fast!

Faster!

The time it takes to draw the sword is reduced by another half inch, and the speed of movement is increased by another fraction!

quasi!

One more point of precision!

The weaknesses need to be made even clearer, and the tip of the sword even more stable!

ruthless!

Let's solidify our power even further!

Be more decisive in your outbursts, be more ruthless in your killings!

His sword moved faster and faster, until it was just a streak of golden light.

His sword became increasingly accurate, so accurate that it could pierce the very center of a falling leaf.

His sword became increasingly ruthless, so ruthless that when he slashed out, it seemed as if the air itself was being forcibly cleaved apart.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Han suddenly stopped, sheathed his sword, and stood still.

His aura was calm and his breathing was even, as if the frenzied cultivation he had just undergone had never happened.

However, the scene on the training ground was shocking.

Dozens of steel pillars were all dented, broken, and shattered;

Hundreds of wooden stakes were pierced through the heart by a single sword strike and stood in neat rows.

The ground was covered with countless sword marks, all of uniform depth;

The air lingered with an intensely sharp and pure sword intent that persisted for a long time.

Lin Han looked down at his hands, then at the Dragon Abyss Sword in his palm that was humming slightly.

He could feel it clearly.

At this moment, without using any soul skills, his strength has far surpassed that of before, relying solely on his normal swordsmanship.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless, he pushed it to the absolute limit that his current second-ring physical body could withstand!

Even without using soul skills, he can defeat an enemy with a single sword strike within the same level!

Even a three-ring Soul Master would be severely injured on the spot if he got close to him with a single sword strike!

"This is the true sword."

"Without soul skills, yet invincible."

"Do not rely on external forces, but only follow your own heart."

Lin Han smiled faintly.

Soul skills are ultimate moves, trump cards.

His standard swordsmanship is his foundation, his path, and his pride as a prodigy in the world of swordsmanship.

To deal with ordinary opponents, a single sword strike is enough; why bother using soul skills?

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from behind.

Bibi Dong walked over from a distance, her small face full of shock. She stared blankly at the messy training ground in front of her, then looked at Lin Han, whose aura was calm and composed.

"Junior brother...you...you were practicing ordinary swordsmanship just now?"

"Didn't use any soul skills?"

Bibi Dong's voice was trembling.

She watched from afar for a long time. From beginning to end, Lin Han didn't light up a single soul ring or use a single soul skill, but the power of his swordsmanship still made her feel shocked.

Lin Han nodded slightly: "Yes, let's try to understand the essence of swordsmanship."

"The essence of the sword is speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness."

"Extreme speed, extreme accuracy, extreme ruthlessness."

"Soul skills are ultimate killing techniques and should not be used lightly. However, if you master your regular swordsmanship to the extreme, you can still kill your enemies."

Bibi Dong only vaguely understood what she was hearing, but she could grasp one point—

Even without using his soul skills, Lin Han is now stronger than before!

"You're too freakish..." Bibi Dong couldn't help but mutter, "It's one thing to cultivate so fast, but your swordsmanship is so terrifying. I'm really going to fall further and further behind you."

Looking at his junior sister's aggrieved yet defiant expression, Lin Han chuckled, "Senior sister can practice more basic moves. The more solid your foundation, the further you can go in the future."

"No way!" Bibi Dong snorted, puffing out her little chest. "I have twin martial souls and a thousand-year soul ring. As long as I cultivate diligently, I'll definitely catch up with you!"

Lin Han remained noncommittal, but simply gripped the Dragon Abyss Sword once more.

Sunlight fell on the sword, reflecting his tall and straight figure.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

He has reached the pinnacle of standard swordsmanship.

Next, it's time to continue pushing for higher levels.

With cultivation speed increased by twenty times, reaching level thirty Soul Master is just around the corner.

His swordsmanship has only just begun.

Even without skill, one can slay gods; with skill, one can dominate an entire world.

This is the proper demeanor of the Dragon Abyss Sword Master.

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This day.

The training ground behind the Papal Palace was still filled with a sharp sword intent.

Lin Han held the Dragon Abyss Sword.

He was constantly refining the details of his regular swordsmanship.

The white clothes were stained with a thin layer of sweat.

The body is as relaxed and straight as a pine tree.

Every strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

Without the support of soul skills,

Yet it can still produce a piercing whistling sound as it cuts through the air.

The sword marks on the ground deepened even further.

Bibi Dong, meanwhile, was practicing her second soul skill, Shadow Poison Sting, on the open ground nearby.

The purple spirit ring occasionally lit up.

The jet-black venomous stinger shot precisely at the distant wooden stake.

Each blow could corrode a deep hole in the wooden stake.

His mastery of poison became increasingly refined.

Since absorbing the soul ring of the Thousand-Year Shadow Spider,

Her strength has improved significantly.

But every time I see Lin Han's terrifying cultivation speed and swordsmanship skills,

The sense of urgency in my heart intensified.

Just as the two were immersed in their cultivation,

A series of hurried footsteps came from the foot of the mountain.

A disciple from the Spirit Hall looked flustered.

He rushed to the edge of the training ground, bowed deeply, and said urgently, "Lord Lin Han, Lord Bibi Dong, something terrible has happened! A young prodigy from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has arrived at the front hall square and is challenging the younger generation of our Spirit Hall. He has already defeated several core disciples!"

"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan?"

"How dare they cause trouble at the Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong abruptly withdrew her attack, her brows furrowing, the relaxation on her face vanishing instantly, replaced by a hint of anger.

Lin Han slowly sheathed his sword, returning the Dragon Abyss Sword to its original sheath with clean and swift movements, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

As one of the three upper sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has always had a delicate relationship with the Spirit Hall. They are not exactly adversaries, but they are by no means close either. They occasionally interact, but there has never been a situation where Blue Lightning disciples come to provoke them.

"What exactly is the situation?" Lin Han's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "What level is that Blue Lightning disciple? How old is he?"

"Reporting to Lord Lin Han, that disciple's name is Yu Chen. He is ten years old this year and has already reached the thirty-first level, three-ring Soul Master!"

The inner disciple quickly replied, his tone tinged with shock: "He came out to travel alone, saying he wanted to see the strength of the younger generation of the Spirit Hall. He just defeated three core disciples in succession, all of whom were level 20+ two-ring Great Soul Masters. They were no match for him at all."

"Ten years old? A level 31, three-ring Soul Master?"

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face: "How is this possible? Even if they are geniuses from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they wouldn't be this outrageous, would they? They're younger than me and my junior brother, yet their levels are so much higher than ours!"

Lin Han was slightly surprised, but mostly remained calm.

A ten-year-old Soul Master with three rings is certainly gifted, benefiting from the top-tier martial soul and resources of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but he is by no means invincible.

He is currently at level 20, second ring, and his physical body has been tempered by whale glue. His normal swordsmanship has been honed to the extreme. In addition, with the enhancement of his soul power condensation under the twenty-fold cultivation speed, he may not lose.

"Anything else?" Lin Han continued to ask.

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