Hexagonal Warrior

"Attack together! Use your Soul Skills on him!"

It was unclear who shouted, but the remaining twenty-plus students snapped out of their daze.

Almost simultaneously, over a dozen Soul Skills of varying colors and intensities flared to life: fireballs, wind blades, earth spikes, vines...

A barrage of attacks descended upon Lin Feng in the center of the arena from every direction, covering the sky.

The moment these attacks were about to strike, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.

A deep, pitch-black flame surged from beneath his feet without warning. Like a silent tide or a spreading shadow, it radiated from him, instantly sweeping across the entire floor of the Soul Fighting Zone.

This flame was not scorching; instead, it carried a strange, chilling cold. It was the Blue Silver Nether Fire he had obtained from Tang Ya.

Where the nether fire passed, it did not burn flesh, but seemed to scorch the soul directly.

The students charging at the front faltered, their eyes instantly turning hollow and dazed. The trajectories of the Soul Skills they had locked onto Lin Feng began to veer off course.

Their vision, hearing, and even their perception of their own soul power were disrupted by the eerie flames, as if they had fallen into a silent, lightless abyss.

"My eyes..."

"I can't hear anything!"

Cries of alarm and panic erupted, but an even more astonishing change followed.

Within the covering of the dark blue flames, wisps of biting, azure fire suddenly bloomed like flowers.

The extreme cold of the Mystic Ice Spirit Flame erupted, amplified by the field of the Blue Silver Nether Fire.

"Crack-crack—!"

A dense, teeth-gritting sound of freezing echoed through the arena.

Centered on Lin Feng, a thick, crystalline layer of ice spread rapidly, instantly swallowing the students who were still trapped in sensory confusion and losing control of their Soul Skills.

They remained in their charging or casting stances, but were firmly sealed within massive ice crystals, transformed into statues with expressions of shock and frozen movements.

The temperature in the entire Soul Fighting Zone plummeted, and a biting chill filled the air.

The noisy battlefield, which a second ago had been filled with flying Soul Skills, had now become a silent, frozen world, with only the figure standing in the center remaining.

Lin Feng swept his calm gaze over the various ice statues and finally moved.

He walked unhurriedly to the nearest "ice sculpture" and threw a casual right punch.

"Boom!"

The thick ice layer encasing the student shattered upon impact, and the student inside was sent flying by the sheer force of the blow. They traced an arc through the air before crashing to the edge of the arena, ice shards scattering as they collapsed, unable to rise.

Then came the second, the third...

He strolled through the forest of ice sculptures he had created, taking them out one punch at a time.

The shattering ice and the flying figures behind him created the most visually striking scene of this one-versus-thirty match.

An invincible posture!

Ever since he had consumed that hundred-thousand-year Whale Rubber and undergone a rebirth, Lin Feng's physique had become extraordinarily powerful, rivaling that of a Defense-type Soul Master of the same rank.

He was even confident that, in terms of raw physical strength, he was not inferior to Xu Sanshi, one of the "Outer Court Twin Stars" known for his defense.

Now, wielding multiple exotic flames, he was an all-rounder in offense and defense, a master of crowd control—a true "hexagonal warrior" with no weaknesses.

Mu Jin, the referee, and even all the observing students were left speechless by the shock.

Or rather, the battle had ended so quickly and so subverted their understanding that it left them no time to cry out in surprise.

It was not until Lin Feng stood still with his fists retracted that the referee finally snapped out of his daze, his voice trembling with lingering shock as he announced:

"The... the first match, Lin Feng wins!"

The voice echoed through the suddenly silent Soul Fighting Zone, sounding exceptionally clear and profoundly shocking.

Ning Tian stood off the stage, staring at Lin Feng with a blank expression.

She remembered when they were surrounded by the Thousand Jun Ant colony in the Sunset Forest; although Lin Feng had displayed amazing combat power then, he was nowhere near as... effortless as he was today.

In just half a semester, his strength had improved to this extent.

If only she could recruit someone like this into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

The thought surfaced in her heart once more, but she knew this was likely just a wishful fantasy.

Beside her, Wu Feng could not hide her shock either, but she had to admit it, whispering, "It seems... this kid really wasn't bragging."

Not far away, Wang Dong, who had been boasting to Xiao Xiao about how "if I were on the stage, I would have beaten that guy until he was looking for his teeth," had also gone completely quiet.

She crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and watched the chaotic scene on the field, her eyes flickering.

In the end, she just gave a soft huff and turned her head away, though she didn't say anything more to express her defiance.

Xiao Xiao glanced at her secretly from the side, suppressing a smile without pointing it out.

In the direction of the Class Nine spectator area, after a brief silence, a deafening cheer and roar erupted, their eyes filled with pure worship.

Mu Jin stood at the edge of the arena, her usually calm face unable to hide her joy, the corners of her lips curling upward.

With a Soul Ancestor of such superior combat power like Lin Feng, combined with the tacit cooperation of Soul Elders like Ning Tian and Wu Feng, the team championship for this freshman assessment was, for her Class Nine, already within their grasp.

Thinking of the bet she had made with that madwoman Zhou Yi from Class One, Mu Jin felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart.

This wager was already a foregone conclusion.

For the remainder of the time, several more three-on-three simulated combat matches were held in the Soul Fighting Zone, with the other teams from Class Nine taking turns to spar and hone their coordination.

Lin Feng, however, was granted special permission by Mu Jin to leave early and rest.

Lin Feng returned to his dormitory alone. Just as he sat on the edge of his bed, the door was gently pushed open from the outside and quickly shut again.

A figure slipped inside—it was Wang Dong.

Wang Dong closed the door behind her and leaned against the panel, her bright eyes fixed directly on Lin Feng.

Her expression was somewhat complex, appearing a mix of reluctance and an unconcealable curiosity and scrutiny; the stubborn defiance she had forced herself to maintain earlier under the stage had long since vanished.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, her gaze shifting away before she spoke with feigned nonchalance, "That... that fight just now was alright. But don't get too cocky; if I had used my martial soul to take flight, it wouldn't have been so easy for your black fire and ice to pin me down."

Although she said this, the lack of confidence in her tone was something even she couldn't fully mask.

"Speak your mind." Lin Feng stood up to pour a glass of water, looking at the slightly restless Wang Dong by the door.

This little girl had snuck back the moment the match ended; she certainly wasn't here just to compliment him.

Wang Dong took two steps forward and lowered her voice to ask, "I—I just wanted to ask, have you... already advanced to a Soul Ancestor?"

"Yes." Lin Feng answered crisply, even with a hint of indifference, "There's nothing to hide about that."

"A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor?! How, how on earth did you manage that? It completely defies logic."

Even though she had suspected it, hearing the confirmation with her own ears still made Wang Dong gasp, her eyes widening into perfect circles.

"It's nothing much, just a stroke of luck. I consumed some thousand-year Whale Rubber and combined it with some of my own unique cultivation techniques."

"I've eaten thousand-year Whale Rubber before too," Wang Dong frowned, clearly unsatisfied with this understated explanation, and pressed further, "How could it have such an exaggerated effect? What exactly is this secret technique you're talking about?"

She leaned in closer, her curiosity completely overpowering her earlier awkwardness, her gaze burning as if she wanted to find the answer written on Lin Feng's face.