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

Chapter 43 Sword and Hammer Dance! A Battle of the Titans, the Prodigy of Haotian Defeated!

With a flick of his wrist, the Haotian Hammer swept towards Lin Han.

At the same time, the rubble around him poured down on Lin Han like cannonballs, attacking him from both sides and giving him no chance to dodge.

Lin Han's expression hardened, and the second purple soul ring beneath his feet lit up as he rapidly wielded the Dragon Abyss Sword.

The golden sword light formed an impenetrable net, blocking all the rubble.

At the same time, he leaped into the air, dodging the sweeping blow of the Haotian Hammer. Lightning flashed on his sword, carrying the power of thunder, and he slashed towards Tang Hao's head.

"Soul Skill: Dragon Abyss Break!"

The sword light was imbued with thunder and the power to ward off evil, sharp and domineering.

Seeing this, Tang Hao did not hesitate and held the Clear Sky Hammer above his head.

With a loud clang, he was jolted back by the force of the sword light, leaving two deep furrows in the ground with his feet. His arms went numb, and he was increasingly shocked.

Although Lin Han's soul power was four levels lower than his, his combat strength was in no way inferior to his, and was even stronger.

On both sides of the square, the onlookers were already dumbfounded, and their discussions rose and fell.

"My god! Tang Hao is too powerful! He's at the level 39 Soul Master level. The Clear Sky Hammer truly lives up to its name!"

"Lord Lin Han is by no means weak either. A level 35 Soul Master, he can actually fight Tang Hao, who is at level 39, to a standstill, and even has the upper hand!"

"This is truly a clash of titans among the younger generation! The collision of sword and hammer was absolutely spectacular!"

Qian Xunji stood on the high platform, his face full of pride, and whispered to Qian Daoliu.

"Lin Han's combat strength did not disappoint me. Even when facing a level 39 Haotian Sect prodigy, he was able to handle it with ease."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Lin Han, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"He is not only powerful in battle, but also extremely calm. He did not panic because Tang Hao's cultivation level was higher than his own. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous in the battle. This kind of mentality is rare and precious."

As Bibi Dong gazed at the figure in the center of the square, the worry in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by pride.

Her junior brother was indeed the most powerful.

In the center of the square, the battle intensified.

The arrogance in Tang Hao's eyes was completely ignited. He held nothing back, and the third purple spirit ring under his feet lit up instantly. This was his strongest spirit skill and his trump card.

"Third Soul Skill: Thunder Hammer!"

The violent power of thunder surged into the Haotian Hammer, causing the hammer to glow with a dazzling purple light and radiate lightning.

It echoed the lightning power emanating from Lin Hanjian, but was even more violent and domineering.

Tang Hao gripped the hammer with both hands, leaped high into the air, and the lightning power around him gathered into a massive hammer shadow, which slammed down fiercely towards Lin Han.

That power was enough to severely injure a level 50 Soul King.

"Hahaha! Lin Han, take this hammer! If you can't withstand it, you might as well admit defeat!"

Tang Hao's roar echoed throughout the venue, his tone full of confidence and domineering.

Lin Han's excitement reached its peak; he had finally waited for a strike that would allow him to go all out.

He no longer held back; the black ten-thousand-year soul rings around his body instantly lit up, and he fully activated the Quasi-Demigod Dragon Abyss Meditation Technique.

Divine power, thunderous power, exorcising power, and sword intent merged perfectly, causing the Dragon Abyss Sword to radiate a burst of light. Golden sword light was interspersed with purple lightning, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Third Soul Skill - Thunder Dragon Abyss Sword!"

Holding the Dragon Abyss Sword, he leaped into the air, his figure merging with the sword light, and slashed fiercely at Tang Hao's hammer shadow.

This sword strike embodies all his power: his level 35 soul power, his body forged from ten-thousand-year-old whale glue, the power of the Demon-Slaying Sword Embryo, and the thunderous power of the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring, all converging on the blade, making it sharp, domineering, and indestructible.

Swish-!

BOOM! ...

The sword light and the hammer shadow collided with a deafening roar, and a violent energy shockwave instantly swept across the entire plaza.

A huge crater was smashed into the ground, with debris flying everywhere. Lightning and sword light intertwined, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at them.

The onlookers retreated, their expressions grave. Even powerful experts at the Soul Douluo level had to circulate their soul power to resist the violent aftershocks.

Tang Hao felt a sharp and domineering force transmitted through the Clear Sky Hammer, causing his arm to ache and his soul power to become chaotic.

He tried his best to steady himself, but the force was too strong, and he couldn't resist it at all.

He was thrown back by the shockwave like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Haotian Hammer also slipped from his grasp and landed to the side.

Lin Han took a few steps back, his breathing was somewhat disordered, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Yet his eyes remained sharp as swords, his posture upright as a pine tree, and he still held the Longyuan Sword firmly in his hand.

He had expended a lot of his soul power with that attack, but he could not hide his excitement.

This battle was incredibly satisfying.

Tang Hao struggled to stand up, but his whole body was in excruciating pain, his soul power was disordered, and his meridians were damaged.

He had just managed to stand up when he fell down again, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

Yet he still stared intently at Lin Han, his eyes showing no sign of backing down, only resentment and arrogance.

"No—impossible—how could I lose? I am the pride of the Haotian Sect, I wield the Haotian Hammer, how could I lose to you?"

"He reached level 39 Soul Master at the age of 15, making him invincible among his peers. He could even contend with level 40 Soul Grandmasters."

But today, he lost to a level 35 Soul Master, and it was a crushing defeat. This blow was hard for him to accept.

Lin Han walked slowly to Tang Hao, put away the Dragon Abyss Sword, and showed no smugness in his eyes, but rather a hint of approval.

"You are very strong, really very strong. At fifteen years old, you are a level thirty-nine Soul Master. The domineering power of your Clear Sky Hammer far surpasses that of your peers. If it were anyone else, they would be no match for you."

He sincerely praised Tang Hao's talent and strength, saying that he truly deserved the title of the Haotian Sect's prodigy and that he deserved to give his all.

If it weren't for the blessing of the ten-thousand-year-old black ring, the near-demigod's mental cultivation technique, his powerful physical body, and the power of the Demon-Slaying Sword embryo, defeating Tang Hao would have been no easy task.

"I don't need your sympathy!" Tang Hao roared, his eyes filled with resentment.

"I lost, but I refuse to accept it! Once I return to cultivate and break through to the Soul Master realm, I will definitely come back to find you and fight you again! I will defeat you!"

"Okay." Lin Han smiled slightly, his tone calm yet sharp.

"I'll be waiting. I also hope that when we meet again, you'll be stronger, so that I can give it my all once more."

He admired Tang Hao's arrogance and resilience; such an opponent was someone he could look forward to and compete against.

On both sides of the square, the crowds erupted in cheers and exclamations of admiration.

"Lord Lin Han is mighty!"

"As expected of Lord Lin Han, a level 35 Soul Master, defeating a level 39 prodigy from the Haotian Sect is simply outrageous!"

"Tang Hao is also very skilled, but Lord Lin Han is even better. This duel was absolutely spectacular!"

Qian Xunji burst into laughter, his tone filled with pride: "Good! Good! Good! Lin Han, you have displayed the spirit of our Spirit Hall, and shown the brilliance of the younger generation!"