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

Chapter 42 Tang Hao Comes to Challenge! Accept the Challenge!

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his tone calm: "Lin Han, today is your victory celebration banquet, there's no need to rush into battle. Since that Haotian Sect youth has arrived, let him wait at the foot of the mountain. After the celebration banquet, you can go and meet him. If you are no match for him, retreat back into the hall. With us here, no one can harm you in the slightest."

"Disciple obeys." Lin Han bowed and replied, his heart filled with gratitude. He knew that Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji were both thinking of him, giving him the opportunity to challenge the strong and protecting him.

Qian Xunji nodded and said to the scout, "Go down and tell that young man from Haotian Sect that today is Lin Han's victory celebration banquet and it is inconvenient for him to accept the challenge. Tell him to wait at the foot of the mountain. Tomorrow, Lin Han will come down the mountain to fight him."

"Yes, sir!" the scout replied with a bow, then turned and quickly left.

Discussions erupted again inside the hall, with everyone speculating about the background, strength, and ability of the young man from the Haotian Sect to fight Lin Han.

"The prodigies of the Haotian Sect must possess considerable talent as well. I wonder, compared to Lord Lin Han, who is superior?"

"It's hard to say. Lord Lin Han's combat power is heaven-defying, with the support of the ten-thousand-year-old black ring. However, the Haotian Hammer of the Haotian Sect is extremely domineering. If that young man's cultivation level is not low, it will probably be a fierce battle."

"No matter what, tomorrow's match is sure to be exciting, we definitely have to go see it!"

Lin Han picked up his wine glass, looked out the window, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He could sense that the aura emanating from the foot of the mountain was heavy and domineering, filled with fighting spirit, clearly indicating that it was an opponent not to be underestimated.

He secretly looked forward to it.

Who exactly is the prodigy of the Haotian Sect?

Can his Haotian Hammer withstand his Longyuan Sword?

The celebration banquet continued, and laughter echoed through the hall once again. But in everyone's hearts, there was an added expectation—anticipation for the ultimate duel of sword and hammer the next day.

Qian Xunji watched Lin Han's retreating figure, his eyes filled with expectation: "Lin Han, tomorrow's battle is not only a contest between you and the prodigy of the Clear Sky Sect, but also a battle for the honor of the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect. Do not be careless, and show the glory of our Spirit Hall!"

"This disciple will certainly not let Master down!" Lin Han turned around, bowed, and replied firmly.

Moonlight streamed down, shining through the windows of the main hall and illuminating Lin Han's white robes, giving them a faint golden glow.

The Dragon Abyss Sword hummed softly in its sheath, as if anticipating tomorrow's duel and its clash with the Clear Sky Hammer.

A victory celebration banquet not only showcased Lin Han's glory but also foreshadowed a showdown of epic proportions.

Tomorrow, at the foot of the Spirit Hall, sword and hammer will collide with a thunderous crash. The prodigies will go all out to see whether Lin Han's Dragon Abyss Sword will prevail or the young hammer technique of the Clear Sky Sect will be more domineering.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for that epic showdown between the younger generation that would shake the entire Douluo Continent, waiting for Lin Han to write his own legend once again.

Outside the gate of the Spirit Hall, the plaza was spacious, and a strong wind was blowing.

After the scouts sent word yesterday, the area outside the mountain gate was already packed with people today.

The core disciples, guards, and high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall arrived one after another, standing on both sides, their expressions filled with anticipation and tension.

Qian Xunji, dressed in the papal robes, stood side by side with Qian Daoliu on the high platform, their gazes solemn as they looked toward the center of the square.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple dress, stood on the edge of the platform, her hands slightly clenched, her eyes filled with worry, yet also hiding a hint of expectation.

She was both afraid that Lin Han would get hurt and curious to see just how sharp he was when he went all out.

In the center of the square, two figures stood facing each other, their auras clashing, creating invisible ripples in the air.

Tang Hao was still dressed in that black outfit, and he held the Haotian Hammer on his shoulder in his hand. The hammer was ancient and heavy, and the Haotian patterns engraved on it gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Two yellow and one purple soul rings pulsed slowly, and the aura of a level 39 Soul Master erupted without reservation. The domineering hammer intent swept across the entire arena, making the surrounding lower-level disciples breathe rapidly.

His face was arrogant, his eyes were burning, and he stared intently at Lin Han opposite him, a provocative smile curving his lips.

"You're Lin Han? The peerless swordsman from the Spirit Hall who slew a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast and broke the record for spirit rings?"

Lin Han was dressed in white, his clothes as white as snow, and he held the Longyuan Sword horizontally in front of his chest, the tip of the sword drooping slightly.

His three spirit rings—one yellow, one purple, and one black—were clearly visible. The black ten-thousand-year spirit ring emanated a powerful aura of thunder, which intertwined with his restrained sword intent, creating a unique pressure.

He looked at Tang Hao with no contempt in his eyes, but rather a hint of barely concealed excitement, his tone calm yet sharp.

"It is indeed me. You are the young man from Haotian Sect who came to challenge me? You are indeed extraordinary. This hammer intent is enough to crush your peers."

These days, Lin Han has defeated countless opponents and has long since grown bored.

Even the millennia-old Thunder Saber-toothed Tiger of the Star Dou Great Forest could not make him truly go all out.

But at this moment, facing Tang Hao, he could clearly feel the violent power hidden within the other party.

That domineering hammering intent, that indomitable fighting spirit, is the opponent he has always longed for.

No wonder he is destined to become the Haotian Douluo. At the age of fifteen, he is a Soul Master of level thirty-nine. His talent and strength are indeed well-deserved.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Tang Hao's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. He raised his hand and lifted the Clear Sky Hammer high. The hammer emitted a muffled hum as domineering soul power gathered wildly.

"I've heard you're very powerful, defeating a genius from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with a single sword strike and even slaying a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast. Today, I'll use my Clear Sky Hammer to see whether your sword is sharper or my hammer is more domineering!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the first purple spirit ring under Tang Hao's feet lit up instantly. Violent spirit power surged into the Clear Sky Hammer, and a faint purple light emanated from the hammer. A powerful force swept over.

"First Soul Skill - Titan's Hammer!"

He gripped the hammer with both hands and slammed it down on Lin Han. The Haotian Hammer roared as it tore through the air, its immense power seemingly capable of shattering the ground. Even a level 40 Soul Master wouldn't dare to take that domineering force head-on.

Lin Han's excitement intensified, and the first yellow soul ring lit up beneath his feet. He slightly shifted his body to avoid the bombardment of the Clear Sky Hammer.

At the same time, the Dragon Abyss Sword flicked lightly, its blade flashing and carrying the power to ward off evil, slicing towards Tang Hao's wrist.

Swish!

The sword light was as fast as lightning, leaving many afterimages, and accurately pierced Tang Hao's weakness.

Tang Hao frowned, flicked his wrist, and used the Clear Sky Hammer to block the attack with a crisp clang, sparks flying everywhere.

The violent power flowed through the Clear Sky Hammer to Tang Hao's arm, and he took a slight step back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Lin Han's sword was not only fast but also sharp, and its power to ward off evil could suppress his soul power. This strength was even greater than he had imagined.

"Well done!" Tang Hao not only did not back down, but became even more excited, and the second purple spirit ring under his feet lit up.

His soul power surged, the ground trembled slightly, and countless pebbles rose from the ground, surrounding him.

"Second Soul Skill - Power of the Earth!"