The New Student Tournament

A biting wind swept across Icewave Academy's Martial Arts Arena, but it could not dampen the new students' enthusiasm. The annual New Student Tournament had arrived on schedule-a stage for them to display their strength and a chance to make their mark.

At the center of the Martial Arts Arena, four new students stood on the platform. All possessed ice-attribute origin spirits, and their Star Master-stage strength made them the focus of this tournament.

"Icewave Academy's New Student Tournament begins now!" Vice Principal Venerable Han Xing's voice echoed over the Martial Arts Arena.

The first to take the stage was a boy named Han Ling. His origin spirit was an ice sword, and every swing carried a bone-piercing chill. His opponent was a girl named Xue Wu, whose origin spirit was an ice butterfly that radiated an oppressive cold as it danced.

Their battle erupted in an instant. Han Ling's ice sword traced streaks of sword shadows through the air, every strike aimed straight at Xue Wu's vital points. Surrounded by her ice butterfly, Xue Wu was as elusive as a phantom, every dodge filled with grace.

"Ice Sword Storm!" Han Ling cried sharply. His ice sword spun through the air, forming a massive ice storm that swept toward Xue Wu.

Xue Wu's gaze sharpened, and her ice butterfly origin spirit suddenly burst into dazzling light. "Ice Butterfly Dance!"

The ice butterfly danced through the air, forming a beautiful halo that blocked the ice storm's assault. The battle between the two new students was like a dance of ice and snow, earning waves of applause from the audience.

The second battle was a duel between Bing Xin and Frost Blade. Bing Xin's origin spirit was an ice mirror capable of reflecting any attack, while Frost Blade's was a pair of incomparably sharp ice blades.

Frost Blade moved like a specter, his ice blades tracing streaks of cold light through the air as he tried to break through Bing Xin's defenses. Bing Xin stood calmly in place, her ice mirror origin spirit reflecting his attacks one after another.

"Mirror Flower, Water Moon!" Bing Xin murmured. Her ice mirror suddenly released beams of light, forming an illusory world that trapped Frost Blade within it.

Frost Blade's expression changed. He could sense the murderous intent lurking within this illusory world. His ice blades traced intricate paths through the air as he tried to break the illusion.

"Frost Across the Nine Provinces!" A note of resolve rang in Frost Blade's voice. His ice blades suddenly erupted with tremendous power, cleaving the illusory world in two.

The battle between the two new students was a contest of ice and frost, ultimately ending in Frost Blade's narrow victory.

These two battles not only demonstrated the new students' considerable strength but also heralded Icewave Academy's future glory.

The wind howled across Icewave Academy's Martial Arts Arena, and snowflakes drifted through the air as the New Student Tournament reached its final climax. Ye Lingyun stood to one side of the platform, his gaze calm and fathomless, as though he could see through everything.

"Ye Lingyun, are you ready?" Vice Principal Venerable Han Xing's voice sounded beside Ye Lingyun's ear, carrying a hint of anticipation.

Ye Lingyun nodded, his voice firm and strong. "I'm ready."

As the vice principal's words faded, Ye Lingyun slowly stepped onto the platform, his figure standing especially straight and tall amid the wind and snow. His opponents were the four new students who had just distinguished themselves in the tournament, their eyes gleaming with fighting spirit and the desire to challenge him.

"Ye Lingyun, we've wanted to fight you for a long time." Han Ling's voice held a hint of excitement, and his ice sword origin spirit swayed gently behind him.

Ye Lingyun smiled faintly. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only boundless composure. "Come on, then. Let me see what you can do."

The battle began. All four new students attacked at once, their origin spirits dancing through the air and unleashing powerful waves of attacks straight at Ye Lingyun.

Ye Lingyun's gaze sharpened. Behind him, the phantom of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox slowly emerged, its nine tails swaying gently and radiating an icy glow.

"Ice Seal for Ten Thousand Miles!" Ye Lingyun cried sharply. His hands traced profound, mysterious paths through the air. The surrounding air froze in an instant, and a powerful surge of cold erupted from his palms, sweeping toward the four new students.

Han Ling's ice sword, Xue Wu's ice butterfly, Bing Xin's ice mirror, and Frost Blade's ice blades-four different ice-attribute attacks intertwined in the air, forming a powerful net of attacks in an attempt to withstand Ye Lingyun's Ice Seal for Ten Thousand Miles.

Yet Ye Lingyun's Ice Seal for Ten Thousand Miles was simply too powerful. His attack easily pierced the four new students' defenses, completely encasing them in ice.

A thick layer of ice crystals enveloped the four new students. Their attacks seemed so insignificant before the power of Ice Seal for Ten Thousand Miles, and shock and unwillingness to accept defeat filled their eyes.

"I've lost." A hint of bitterness tinged Han Ling's voice as he slowly sank to his knees within the ice crystals.

Xue Wu, Bing Xin, and Frost Blade also conceded defeat one after another, their bodies slowly collapsing within the ice crystals.

Ye Lingyun withdrew his power, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. "You're all strong, but not strong enough to defeat me yet."

A burst of thunderous cheering rose from the stands as the audience celebrated Ye Lingyun's brilliant performance. His name spread through the crowd, and he was hailed as Icewave Academy's rising star, a genius with tremendous potential in ice cultivation.

A satisfied smile appeared on Vice Principal Venerable Han Xing's face. "Ye Lingyun, your strength has surprised me."

Ye Lingyun smiled faintly, confidence gleaming in his eyes. "Thank you, Vice Principal."

With Ye Lingyun's victory, the New Student Tournament had its champion. He stood on the platform, his figure especially dazzling amid the wind and snow.