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

The Papal Square was still warm.

The news of Lin Han's defeat of Yu Chen swept through the entire Spirit Hall like a thunderbolt.

Even the disciples from the outer branches rushed over overnight to watch, just to catch a glimpse of this prodigy who had slain two rings and broken through three.

The square was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, and even the streets outside the palace were jammed.

The disciples' discussions and praises rose and fell in waves, never ceasing.

Qian Xunji appeared in person, standing on the high platform, his golden robes fluttering, his face full of arrogance, and he raised his hand to signal the entire audience to be quiet.

"Lin Han defeated Yu Chen, the prodigy of Blue Lightning, and with his two-ring physique, crushed a thirty-one-level three-ring Soul Master, thus upholding the prestige of the Spirit Hall and enhancing the reputation of our sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the square erupted in cheers that shook the heavens.

The disciples raised their arms high, their roars echoing throughout the room.

"Lord Lin Han! Lord Lin Han!"

"The sword decides the fate of the world; unparalleled genius!"

"The Spirit Hall will prevail! Lord Lin Han will prevail!"

At the front of the crowd, several core disciples who had been defeated by Yu Chen were now in tears.

He bowed deeply to Lin Han, his voice choked with emotion, "Thank you, Lord Lin Han, for washing away our shame and bringing glory to the Spirit Hall!"

Lin Han stood in the center of the square, dressed in white, with the Longyuan Sword slung across his waist, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

His sword intent was restrained, without the slightest arrogance, yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression.

Sunlight bathed him, making his white robes shimmer softly. His sword tassel fluttered gently, and his cool, aloof expression made him strikingly handsome.

Even the female disciples who were passing by blushed and exclaimed in soft surprise.

She quietly took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped away her tears of excitement, murmuring "Lord Lin Han" over and over again.

"Look! Lord Lin Han's spirit rings are one yellow and one purple. Two rings and he already has a thousand-year spirit ring! That's incredible!"

"That's not all! He didn't use any soul skills, he just used ordinary swordsmanship to defeat a level 31, three-ring soul master."

"This is the true way of the sword, the mark of a true master!"

"Isn't the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan arrogant? Isn't Yu Chen self-important?"

"They still got beaten to a pulp by our Spirit Hall's geniuses and slunk back home!"

"From now on, if anyone dares to say that the younger generation of the Spirit Hall is incompetent, I'll be the first to argue with them!"

"With Lord Lin Han here, our Spirit Hall's younger generation is undoubtedly the strongest on the continent!"

Discussions were incessant, and admiration, awe, and pride were written on the faces of every disciple.

Even the platinum elders nodded frequently, their eyes full of admiration, whispering to each other.

"This child is top-notch in talent, temperament, and strength."

"He will undoubtedly rise above the Pope in the future, and may even reach the Limit Douluo level!"

"His Holiness the Pope has the discerning eye to recognize such a prodigy; it is a great blessing for our Spirit Hall!"

Bibi Dong stood beside Lin Han, her purple dress flowing gracefully, her face full of pride.

The way they looked at Lin Han was filled with admiration, a tenacious spirit that refused to admit defeat, and above all, a sense of pride.

She quietly clenched her fist, making a silent resolution in her heart.

I must speed up my cultivation and not fall too far behind my junior brother.

Together with him, we must support the future of the Spirit Hall.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

"You only won by luck once, what's there to be so smug about? If you're so capable, let's have another match!"

"I don't believe you're really that strong!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an inner disciple dressed in black, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Two yellow spirit rings shone around his body, making him a level 23, two-ring Great Spirit Master, one of the best among the inner disciples.

Having been defeated by Yu Chen before, he felt extremely aggrieved, and seeing Lin Han being so popular, he was filled with jealousy.

He wanted to find Lin Han to "prove" himself, but in reality, he was overestimating himself and just wanted to ride the wave of popularity.

Little did they know that they had already become a laughing stock.

The entire room fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at the disciple.

His eyes were full of mockery and disdain—overestimating himself, he couldn't even beat Yu Chen, yet he dared to challenge Lin Han?

This is simply making a joke of one's own reputation!

Lin Han raised her eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and spoke calmly.

There was no hint of disdain, but rather an air of absolute confidence.

"Make your move."

There was no unnecessary chatter, no deliberate ostentation.

Those four simple words silenced the entire room once again.

All eyes were on the two of them, anticipating Lin Han's crushing defeat of his opponent once again.

The disciple gritted his teeth, his heart filled with a mixture of jealousy and resentment.

The first spirit ring lit up instantly, and the spirit power surged, rushing towards Lin Han.

His fist was fierce and ruthless, as he roared, "First Soul Skill—Black Wind Fist!"

The fists whistled through the air, kicking up clouds of dust. They seemed fierce, but they were utterly ineffective against Lin Han.

Lin Han didn't move his feet, but only slightly raised his wrist. The Dragon Abyss Sword gently blocked, and the scabbard collided with his fist.

clang!

A sharp, deafening crack rang out.

The disciple felt his arm go numb, and his soul power instantly dissipated.

He was so shaken that he staggered backward and fell to the ground.

His face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

He never imagined that his all-out attack would be so easily blocked by Lin Han with a mere scabbard, completely shattering his strength.

Throughout the entire process, Lin Han did not move an inch, did not reveal a single soul, and did not even draw his sword.

"Vulnerable."

Lin Han spoke calmly, his tone even, yet exuding an extreme blend of handsomeness and arrogance.

Without any hesitation or ambiguity, he displayed the demeanor of a prodigy.

The entire venue erupted in cheers and applause.

Even Qian Xunji couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh heartily, his voice full of gusto.

"Good! What a pathetic defeat! Lin Han, you haven't disappointed me after all. You truly deserve to be my disciple, Qian Xunji's disciple!"

"Lord Lin Han is so cool! He won without even drawing his sword; he's practically a god!"

"This is a true prodigy! Crushing his peers and invincible across levels, who else can compare?"

"Who dares to question Lord Lin Han? Step forward! Let Lord Lin Han deal with them with a single sword strike!"

"From now on, I will idolize Lord Lin Han and cultivate diligently, striving to be like him and bring glory to the Spirit Hall!"

In the crowd, someone took out paper and pen and quickly sketched Lin Han's figure, muttering to himself.

"I want to draw a picture of Lord Lin Han and put it in the cultivation room."

"I must constantly remind myself to cultivate diligently and become a strong person like him!"

The disciples also made a pact with each other that they would take Lin Han as their role model, cultivate diligently, and never slack off.

Determined to become the pride of the Spirit Hall.

The disciple who fell was flushed red with shame.

He scrambled to his feet, head bowed, and slunk out of the crowd amidst their mocking laughter.

He never dared to be arrogant again, and from then on, no one ever mentioned his name again.

Lin Han surveyed the entire room, his gaze calm, and slowly began to speak.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire square, exuding an undeniable authority.

"The Spirit Hall's reputation must not be trampled upon by anyone."

"Whether it's the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, or any other faction, or any disciple."

"Anyone who dares to provoke me, anyone who dares to underestimate the Spirit Hall, I, Lin Han, will shatter them with a single sword strike!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Abyss Sword hummed softly, its sword intent surging instantly and soaring into the sky.

A golden sword light pierced the sky, dazzling and so bright that even the sunlight paled in comparison.

Super cool! Incredibly exciting!

The entire hall was deathly silent for a moment, then erupted into an even more violent cheer, the sound so loud it almost lifted the roof off the Papal Palace.

"Break it with one sword! Break it with one sword!"

"Lord Lin Han is invincible! The Spirit Hall is invincible!"

"Long live Lord Lin Han!"

As Bibi Dong watched Lin Han's retreating figure, the pressure in her heart intensified, but it also strengthened her resolve to cultivate.

She is the senior sister, the future saintess, and she must not be left too far behind by her junior brothers.

We must fight alongside him and jointly protect the glory of the Spirit Hall.

Qianxun stood on the high platform, her eyes filled with relief and fervor.

He knew that from this day forward, Lin Han's name would not only spread throughout every corner of the Spirit Hall.

It will spread throughout the entire continent and become a legend in the hearts of all young soul masters.

With Lin Han around, the future of the Spirit Hall will be unstoppable.

It will surely usher in unprecedented glory.

Lin Han sheathed his sword, his white robes still spotless, his expression calm as ever, unaffected by the cheers.

For him, defeating Yu Chen and crushing the inner disciples were just minor matters.

His goal was never these things, but a higher peak.

It is to aim for the title of Douluo, to rule the pinnacle of swordsmanship on the Douluo Continent.

It is to allow the Spirit Hall to truly stand at the pinnacle of the continent.

But at this moment, the crowd effect in the square has already reached its maximum.

Lin Han's name became the faith of the younger generation of the Spirit Hall.

His figure became a role model in the hearts of all his disciples.

This crushing defeat was achieved without a single soul being moved or a single sword being drawn.

This has become the most dazzling story in the history of the Spirit Hall.

It has been passed down through countless disciples from generation to generation.

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