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

Chapter 39 The Prodigy of Haotian! Tang Hao, hearing the news, seeks battle; a sword-hammer duel draws his brilliance.

The leading elder was Tang Hao's uncle, Tang Shi, a level 89 Soul Douluo.

She usually doted on Tang Hao the most, so when he asked, she didn't hide anything.

He sighed, his tone complicated: "That's right, not long ago, the Spirit Hall produced an unparalleled genius named Lin Han."

"You're about the same age as me, but you're already a level 35, three-ring Soul Master."

"A level 35 Soul Master?" A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Xiao's eyes.

"To reach level thirty-five at a similar age is indeed a remarkable talent, but it's still a bit lacking compared to Brother Hao."

Tang Shi waved his hand and continued, "Don't underestimate Lin Han."

"His spirit ring configuration is yellow, purple, and black, with his third spirit ring being a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, breaking the conventions for spirit masters on the Douluo Continent!"

"Moreover, he is a sword cultivator, wielding a Dragon Abyss Sword. His swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, and he has also fused divine power and thunder power."

"Some time ago, Yu Tianxin, a genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and a level 34 Soul Master, was defeated by him with a single sword strike, without any chance to fight back."

"At that time, he was only a second-ring Grand Soul Master."

"What?!"

Tang Hao's eyes widened suddenly, the boredom in them vanishing instantly, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

His breathing became rapid: "Are you telling the truth? Around the same age, a level 35 Soul Master, with a ten-thousand-year black ring as his third soul ring, and he even defeated a genius from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with a single sword strike?"

"Absolutely true." Tang Shi nodded, his tone solemn.

"And there's something even more astonishing. Some time ago, Lin Han went to the Star Dou Great Forest and, with his level 30, second-ring cultivation, killed a ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Saber-toothed Tiger."

"After absorbing its ten-thousand-year soul ring, it directly rose five levels and broke through to the thirty-fifth level Soul Master, making its combat power extremely formidable."

"It is said that his physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary Soul Masters, and he can even fight against Soul Kings above level 50."

"At level 30, I slayed a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, leveled up five times in a row, and defeated Yu Tianxin with a single sword strike—"

Tang Hao murmured to himself, his fighting spirit growing stronger, his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer tightening slightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Excellent! Excellent, Lin Han! Excellent, peerless swordsman of the Spirit Hall!"

After all these years, he finally heard of an opponent who could move him and make him give his all!

So what if he's a level 35 Soul Master? Even if his opponent's combat power far surpasses that of others of the same level, even if his opponent has the blessing of a ten-thousand-year-old black ring, Tang Hao will never be afraid!

How could the domineering power of the Haotian Hammer be defeated by a sword?

"Uncle, is Lin Han in the Spirit Hall right now?" Tang Hao asked urgently, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"I'm going to find him! I'm going to fight him!"

"Brother Hao, you mustn't!" Tang Xiao hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Although the Spirit Hall and my Clear Sky Sect have no direct enmity, they have always been at odds. It would be too dangerous for you to go to the Spirit Hall alone."

"Moreover, Lin Han is incredibly powerful. Even though you have the cultivation of a level 39 Soul Venerable, you might not be able to defeat him decisively. If something unexpected happens, the consequences could be unimaginable!"

"Big brother, I don't care!" Tang Hao said firmly, without the slightest hint of backing down in his eyes.

"I've searched for so long, and I've finally found an opponent who can truly challenge me. I can't let this opportunity slip by!"

"So what if it's the Spirit Hall? If Lin Han dares to accept the challenge, I dare to go!"

He was arrogant and fearless from a young age, and the more dangerous or powerful the opponent, the more he longed for a challenge.

Lin Han's appearance was like a ray of light, illuminating his tedious path of cultivation.

He was determined to meet this peerless swordsman from the Spirit Hall, no matter what.

Tang Shi looked at the fervor and determination in Tang Hao's eyes and knew his personality.

Once a decision is made, not even ten oxen could pull it back.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Brother Hao, your talent is unparalleled, and it's a good thing that you have the heart to challenge the strong."

"But the Spirit Hall is a major sect with many experts. It would be too risky for you to go alone."

"Alright, I'll allow you to go down the mountain, but you must promise me you won't act impulsively."

"If you are outmatched, return to your sect immediately. Do not act recklessly."

"Thank you, Uncle!" Tang Hao was overjoyed and quickly bowed to express his gratitude, his eyes filled with even stronger fighting spirit.

"I promise you, I will not act impulsively, I will only fight him fairly. If I am defeated, I will return immediately!"

Tang Xiao tried to dissuade him, but Tang Shi stopped him.

Tang Shi shook his head and said in a low voice, "Xiao'er, Hao's talent is too outstanding. The opponents in the sect can no longer meet his growth needs."

"Letting him go out and gain some experience, and encounter an opponent who can rival him, might not be a bad thing."

"Moreover, with his talent and strength, as long as he doesn't provoke the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall, he shouldn't be in too much danger."

Tang Xiao sighed helplessly. He knew that Tang Shi was right, and he also knew Tang Hao's personality.

He could only nod and say to Tang Hao, "Brother Hao, you must be careful."

"If you encounter any danger, immediately crush the communication jade talisman, and I will rush over to your aid."

"Don't worry, big brother!" Tang Hao grinned, his eyes full of confidence.

"I am Tang Hao, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer. How could I be so easily harmed? Once I defeat Lin Han, I'll come back and practice my hammer skills with you!"

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Having said that, Tang Hao didn't linger any longer and turned to run down Haotian Mountain.

The figure in black gradually disappeared into the distance amidst the swirling clouds and mountains.

The Haotian Hammer in his hand swayed slightly as he ran, exuding a domineering aura.

He had only one thought in his mind—to get to the Spirit Hall as soon as possible, find Lin Han, and fight him.

Let's see if his Haotian Hammer is more domineering, or Lin Han's Longyuan Sword is more formidable!

Tang Shi watched Tang Hao's departing figure, his eyes filled with expectation and worry.

"I hope this child can temper his temper and grow stronger during this trip down the mountain, where he can find opponents and learn something new."

Tang Xiao also gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Haodi's temperament is too arrogant. I hope Lin Han can teach him a lesson and make him understand that there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people."

Both of them knew that the duel between Tang Hao and Lin Han was destined to cause a stir.

One is a once-in-a-century hammer-wielding prodigy of the Haotian Sect, and the other is a peerless swordsman who suddenly appeared in the Spirit Hall.

One is a level 39 Soul Master, wielding the domineering Haotian Hammer; the other is a level 35 Soul Master, holding the Dragon Abyss Sword and possessing a ten-thousand-year-old black ring.

This duel of sword and hammer is not only a contest between two geniuses, but also an indirect clash of the foundations of two major sects.

Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Hall, Lin Han and Bibi Dong had just returned to the Papal Palace.

Lin Han's aura had been completely stabilized at level thirty-five Soul Master.

Three soul rings—yellow, purple, and black—pulsated slowly around him, exuding a calm yet domineering aura.

Clad in white, his sword, Longyuan, was slung across his waist, its tassel fluttering gently. The sharpness of a peerless genius was impossible to conceal.

Qian Xunji was already waiting at the entrance of the Papal Palace. When he saw Lin Han return, his face was full of joy and pride.