Stopping a Ship Anchor with One Hand

"Bang—!"

A deafening roar echoed through the entire dormitory area.

Violent shockwaves swept outward, sending dust flying and flames scattering in every direction.

The enormous ship anchor, nearly three meters tall and wreathed in blazing fire, was actually held beneath Ling Tianchen's single hand, stopped less than half a foot from his forehead.

He had not even retreated half an inch.

Icy blue frost spread upward from his palm, and the blazing flames were extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Crack.

A layer of ice rapidly formed over the heavy anchor's surface, turning it into a massive lump of ice in the blink of an eye.

Tang Ling's pupils contracted sharply. His proudest, strongest attack had been caught head-on with one hand—without the use of a soul skill?

"That's impossible..."

Tang Ling's voice trembled.

For the first time, genuine surprise appeared in Mu En's clouded eyes.

"A thousand-year second ring and a ten-thousand-year third ring... This child's physical prowess is truly terrifying. He is already no weaker than a Soul Emperor. Even I could not have done this back then..."

Ling Tianchen merely lowered his head to glance at the frozen anchor, his tone as calm as if he were stating something utterly ordinary.

"Not bad power. Unfortunately, you ran into me."

With that, he curled his five fingers slightly.

"Crack—!"

The massive frozen ship anchor instantly shattered into hundreds of fragments.

With his martial soul destroyed, Tang Ling directly spat out blood and fainted.

Yet Ling Tianchen did not even spare him a glance, simply walking away as though nothing had happened.

Several freshmen who had been watching the show were left behind, including Huo Yuhao.

The moment he entered the dormitory gates, he witnessed the legendary scene of Ling Tianchen blocking a three-meter ship anchor with his bare hand. It gave his young heart quite a shock, and he could only regret that he had not been the one standing there.

Of course, if he really had been standing there, Tianmeng would probably have had to come out to save his life—and then been discovered by Mu En.

It was nearly mealtime.

Following the small path behind the dormitories, Ling Tianchen soon arrived at the freshmen cafeteria.

Just as in his memories, not a single table or chair had been placed in the enormous cafeteria.

Even more outrageous, not one of the freshmen inside thought anything was wrong. They all stood holding their trays and wolfing down their food.

They had only just enrolled, and they were already trained so well? Shrek really knew how to train people.

After scanning the menu, he headed without hesitation to the leftmost serving window.

The dishes sold there were the most expensive tier in the entire cafeteria.

Two dishes alone cost him more than thirty gold soul coins.

However, Ling Tianchen did not feel the slightest bit of heartache.

Before he left, Ling An had directly given him a crystal card containing one hundred thousand gold soul coins. Such a small expense was nothing.

Besides, he knew that these premium ingredients at the far-left window were actually supplied by Shrek at a loss. The more he bought, the more he profited.

After getting his food, Ling Tianchen condensed a crystalline ice table and an ice chair from the ice element. He then sat down as if no one else were around and began leisurely enjoying his lunch.

Such a distinctive sight naturally drew the attention of many freshmen.

Some of the girls in particular could not help feeling their hearts stir as they looked at his handsome yet somewhat cool face.

Before long, a delicate-looking girl walked over, her face flushed red.

"Um, classmate, could you make a chair for me too? I want to eat with you."

Ling Tianchen raised his head and gave her a gentle smile.

"Of course."

The girl was instantly overjoyed.

As frost gathered, an equally crystalline ice chair appeared beside the table.

"Thank you!"

She eagerly sat down.

"Ah—!"

The girl sprang up as if shocked by electricity. Her little face instantly turned pale from the cold, and her backside was so frozen that it went numb. How could she care about her image now? Clutching her butt, she fled at a run.

Quite a few people around them could not help laughing.

However, this instead stirred the competitive spirits of even more girls.

She must not have been pretty enough, so he did not like her. I can definitely do it.

The ice chair seemed to have become Cinderella's crystal slipper. As long as someone could successfully sit on it, she could date the prince.

Soon, a second and then a third girl came over.

Ling Tianchen still wore a gentle smile, welcoming everyone without refusal.

And they still fled in embarrassment, clutching their backsides.

"Feng, let's go over."

Ning Tian, who had been watching the show from the crowd, finally could not hold herself back any longer. She picked up her tray and pulled Wu Feng toward Ling Tianchen.

She had been observing this young man ever since earlier.

Without releasing his martial soul, he could freely condense tables and chairs through nothing but his control over the ice element. He could even control the temperature to such an outrageous degree.

Such control was not something an ordinary soul master could possess.

At the very least, none of the ice-attribute soul masters in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan could achieve anything close to this with two or even three rings.

She had come to Shrek Academy precisely to befriend future powerhouses.

Naturally, she would not let a genius with such obvious and astonishing potential slip away.

The arrival of the two girls immediately attracted the attention of many freshmen nearby.

Ning Tian, walking in front, was tall and slender. Her neat short golden hair swayed slightly, while her gray-gold eyes were lively and bright. Her long eyelashes made Ling Tianchen unable to help wondering whether she had put on false lashes.

Even dressed only in the ordinary white freshman uniform, the noble aura she exuded with every gesture made many girls around her feel inferior.

As for Wu Feng beside her, she had capable-looking short red hair and a figure somewhat fuller than Ning Tian's. There was a hint of vigilance and scrutiny in her red eyes, like a young female dragon ready to pounce at any moment.

"Hello, I'm Ning Tian from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. May we sit here?"

Ning Tian came before the ice table, wearing a perfectly timed smile as she spoke openly.

Ling Tianchen raised his head, glanced at her, and nodded lightly.

"You can, as long as you can stay seated. And there's only one seat."

Ning Tian blinked, catching the deeper meaning behind his words.

"Of course."

As she spoke, she discreetly gave Wu Feng a look.

Wu Feng immediately understood.

She crouched down, and a wisp of flame rose from her palm as she slowly heated the ice chair.

Yet half a minute passed, and the ice chair remained crystal-clear. Not even a drop of water had melted.

Ling Tianchen sneered inwardly. Although he had formed it casually and had not deliberately infused it with soul power, ultimate ice was not something a mere Soul Grandmaster could melt without using a soul skill.

Wu Feng frowned and reached out to touch the seat.

"Psst—"

She immediately sucked in a sharp breath. Her entire hand turned red in an instant, and she hurriedly pulled it back.

"It's this cold?!"

Ning Tian was also taken aback.

Wu Feng's flames were dragonfire. Ordinary ice would melt at a single touch, yet they had actually had no effect at all?

"Looks like I can only use my martial soul."

Soul power surged from Wu Feng's body, and a scorching aura abruptly erupted. Her school uniform burst apart, revealing the tight leather clothing beneath. Fine red scales covered her entire left arm.

"Dragon's Flame!"

Blazing fire burst from her palm, enveloping the entire ice chair.

The surrounding freshmen were all dumbfounded.

"Seriously? She's even using her martial soul just to sit on a chair? How cold is that ice chair?"