Douluo: The Blind Ascendant

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"Next match: Spirit Elder Duel! Level 33 Spirit Elder, Ashura, versus Level 38 Spirit Elder, Cat Owl. Both contestants, please prepare. The match will begin in ten minutes at Arena No. 2."

After nearly an hour of waiting, the announcement finally echoed through the arena just as Lin Yongming and Lan Yinhuang were watching another match.

"Xiao Ming, go get 'em!" Lan Yinhuang cheered.

Lin Yongming nodded slightly.

"I'm curious to see just how strong Flender really is—the future Sky-Rider Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle, and the headmaster of Shrek Academy, the continent's top academy."

In the betting area…

"What?! Ashura again?! That damn blind guy made me lose money yesterday! No way he wins this time against a Level 38 Spirit Elder. Put my money on Cat Owl!" a frustrated gambler grumbled.

"That's not necessarily true. If he could defeat a Level 36 Spirit Elder, then he can take down a Level 38 as well. I'm betting on Ashura again."

With the announcement made, the audience rushed to place their bets. Naturally, most people supported Flender—after all, he had a five-level advantage, and Lin Yongming was at an inherent disadvantage due to his blindness.

Despite Ashura's victory over Zhao Wuji yesterday, few were willing to bet on such an uncertain outcome.

The Match Begins

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

After the host's opening speech, the two fighters stepped onto the stage.

Flender exuded confidence, even flashing a mocking smirk as he fixed his gaze on Lin Yongming.

Meanwhile, Lin Yongming remained indifferent, unaffected by Flender's presence.

"He's a strong opponent."

"Not a single opening in his stance… Cautious."

Though Flender acted cocky, he had calmed down after Zhao Wuji's warnings and was now closely observing Lin Yongming, searching for weaknesses.

However, all he saw was a completely composed young man.

Lin Yongming showed no emotion, ignored the audience's cheers, and stood silently in his black robes, his neatly kept blue hair adding to his composed appearance. The black blindfold over his eyes made him look almost like an ordinary person—completely unreadable.

"Blind guy, let's see if you're really as strong as they say—without using your third soul skill." Flender taunted, trying to provoke him.

But Lin Yongming remained motionless, ignoring him entirely. He simply stood his ground, waiting for the match to begin.

The Host's Commentary

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another thrilling Spirit Elder match!"

"For those of you who were here yesterday, you know that Ashura shocked us all by defeating a Level 36 Spirit Elder—and more importantly, his soul ring configuration is one yellow and two purple!"

"Such potential is unheard of! As long as Ashura remains in the Great Spirit Arena, he is a competitor worth betting on!"

"However, today, Ashura's opponent is a Level 38 agility-type Spirit Elder. Can he secure his second victory? Let's find out!"

"I now declare the match… BEGINS!"

Flender's Opening Attack

"Cat Owl Spirit Possession!"

Flender immediately activated his Martial Soul.

From his back, two massive wings unfurled, his entire body covered in feathers. His golden-orange eyes glowed, pupils sharp and vertical like a predator's.

With a powerful flap of his wings, Flender lifted into the air, staring down at Lin Yongming from above.

Lin Yongming raised his right hand, summoning his Thunder Blade.

A moment ago, his presence was ordinary, but the instant he gripped his weapon, his entire aura transformed, becoming sharply intense.

"My Martial Soul allows me to fly. Let's see how you plan to deal with that."

"First Soul Skill: Sky-Piercing Talons!"

Flender wasted no time—he charged straight down, his wings glowing with golden energy, while his hands transformed into razor-sharp talons, aiming directly for Lin Yongming.

His speed was astonishing—within an instant, he closed the distance.

First Clash

CLANG!

Lin Yongming raised his blade to block the attack, sliding back two steps from the impact.

"Rippling Wave Slash!"

Seeing Flender press the attack, Lin Yongming countered with a slash.

But Flender, being an agility-type fighter, easily dodged with a quick flap of his wings.

"I saw that move yesterday."

"That's the skill that put Zhao Wuji on the defensive," Flender thought. He had studied Lin Yongming's fighting style beforehand.

From a distance, Flender waved his wings, releasing two golden energy blades that sliced through the air toward Lin Yongming.

"First Soul Skill: Thunderlight Slash!"

Lin Yongming instantly retaliated, launching his own energy slashes to counter.

The attacks collided midair, sending waves of energy rippling across the stage.

Adapting Strategies

Flender hovered high above, reconsidering his approach.

"Close combat won't work, but I can attack from a distance."

"With my aerial advantage, let's see how he handles this!"

Flender flapped his wings, shedding several feathers that glowed with spirit power before launching them at Lin Yongming like a barrage of golden daggers.

Lin Yongming smirked.

You forget… Ashura is a Ghost Swordsman.

He has magic.

Even though Flender could fly, the arena's boundaries restricted his movement. If he flew too high or left the stage, he would lose automatically.

Without hesitation, Lin Yongming countered with continuous Thunderlight Slashes, shooting them upward to intercept Flender's attacks.

"What?!"

Flender's eyes widened in shock.

"You're on the ground, yet your attacks can still reach me?!"

He tried to dodge, but one of Lin Yongming's slashes grazed his sleeve, slicing off part of his coat.

Lin Yongming remained silent, only continuing his relentless barrage.

One Thunderlight Slash after another chased Flender through the air, forcing him to constantly maneuver.

"Wait a minute… isn't Ashura supposed to be at a lower soul power level?!"

"How can he continuously use his first soul skill without running out of energy?"

"**He's suppressing a flying opponent—**from the ground?! Unbelievable!" The host's excited commentary filled the arena.

Flender Gets Serious

Flender clenched his teeth, dodging attack after attack.

But as he continued evading, he realized—he was the one on the defensive.

This realization infuriated him.

"Damn it! This blind kid is pushing me back?!"

At that moment, Flender unleashed an even stronger burst of soul power, his energy surging around him.

The battle was far from over.

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