Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 129 (all chapters) is here!
“Forging, huh?” Su Qiu scratched his head. “Speaking of which, soul forging is so difficult. I haven’t succeeded even once.”

Soul forging is a threshold, a qualitative leap, and even with Su Qiu's intuition, he hasn't completed it. He's always just a little short.

"You rascal," Mu Chen shook his head and chuckled, "Soul forging isn't that easy. Do you even know what the earliest record for soul forging is?"

He slowly uttered a number: "Thirty-four years old."

"You're still young, there's no need to rush."

Mu Chen's educational philosophy has always emphasized a solid foundation, taking things one step at a time. Success will naturally follow.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Su Qiu took out his soul communication device and sent a few messages. At the same time, he said to Mu Chen, "Now that you're here, things will be easier."

"What do you mean?" Mu Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.

A short while later, Tang Wulin led the class's forging team to the association and they stood in a row.

Their eyes gleamed, and they breathed heavily as Su Qiu poured various rare metals onto the ground, sack after sack.

"Everyone has it!"

Su Qiu cleared his throat and pointed to the forging room behind him, "Take as much as you can, and try to forge it a thousand times as materials for future battle armor."

"If you can't refine it a thousand times, then help with the purification and do some manual labor."

"Ow!"

The trainees in the forging group rushed forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

In fact, Shrek Academy has a dedicated blacksmith association.

However, that association was independent of the Federation's Blacksmiths Association and was directly under Shrek Academy.

Su Qiu's presence there would ultimately restrict their actions. After all, Mu Chen and Zhen Hua couldn't oversee the situation there.

Therefore, it is more convenient to forge at an external association.

Time passed, and the first-year students' all-out battle armor project was in full swing.

The creation of the battle armor is progressing very smoothly.

In just one month, most of the students had acquired a piece of battle armor. Although some couldn't withstand the strain, at least they had one. Almost everyone slept with their battle armor at night.

This is incredible considering every class of freshmen in Shrek Academy's history.

It made history.

The reason for this is Su Qiu.

Su Qiu never rests when he's working on iron!

Cultivation? Meditation?
Sorry, it's already fully automatic.

And what about the costs of forging?
Red Dragon said, "Just breathe, leave the rest to me."

During this month, Su Qiu transformed into a ruthless blacksmithing machine.

The most difficult step in forging the battle armor was that the materials for the armor were overflowing.

Instead, the design and manufacturing teams dragged things down.

Gu Yue's mind was racing. She could barely keep up with Su Qiu's pace.

Several people in the manufacturing team collapsed from exhaustion this month, but they still couldn't keep up.

In class that day.

Wu Changkong looked helplessly at the students in the classroom.

Nobody pays attention in class.

He was rambling on on the stage, while the students below were busy with their own things.

The design team members, especially Gu Yue, had more than a dozen drawings covered with patterns spread out in front of her. Her pen tip flew across the paper quickly, and her brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Gu Yue put her heart and soul into this, which greatly helped her improve her career as a designer. Her original plan was to design battle armor for soul beasts in the future.

The manufacturing team was in complete chaos. Several trainees slumped in their chairs, pale-faced, clutching unfinished parts in their hands.

"No, no, I can't take it anymore!"

A boy waved his hand weakly, "The class monitor's efficiency is inhuman. We can't even use half a day's output in three days."

Ye Xinglan then lay face down on the table and closed her eyes.

They appear to be resting, but they've actually been walking for quite a while.

Wu Changkong was helpless against what was happening before him; the battle armor was indeed more important than any of these courses. It was the most important criterion for graduation.

"Just be quiet first."

Wu Changkong's voice wasn't loud, but it suppressed the noise in the classroom.

He walked to the center of the classroom, his gaze sweeping over each tired yet energetic face.

Finally, his tone softened as he looked at the piles of parts and blueprints: "The Battle Armor Project is indeed a higher priority than regular courses, but you must remember that your body is fundamental."

He paused for a moment and said, "Let's get some rest first."

"Because we will soon have an exchange activity between first and second graders. The theme of the activity is a comprehensive competition, including forging, design, manufacturing, repair, and other aspects. There will also be a practical exercise at the end."

Upon hearing this, the students, who had been listless just moments before, instantly perked up.

"Exchange activities? Compared to second grade?"

"Compare forging, designing, and manufacturing to us? That's laughable. How many battle armors have they even made? Compare that to us?"

"Screw them!"

"There's real-world practice involved? Now I can finally have a good sparring session with the upperclassmen!"

After explaining the rules, Wu Changkong instructed, "I won't worry about who plays; you decide for yourselves. Su Qiu is responsible for compiling the statistics and reporting them to me."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiu immediately stood up from his seat and began to assign tasks: "Quiet, I will personally handle the forging, and Gu Yue will be in charge of the design team. Everyone should have witnessed her abilities over the past month. She has been involved in every piece of battle armor you have."

"You guys in the manufacturing team should get some rest. The competition isn't important. Don't overwork yourselves."

“You can choose the repair team yourselves.”

"As for the final actual combat."

Su Qiu looked at Wu Changkong: "Teacher, according to the rules, the second grade should have one less person than us, right?"

Wu Changkong nodded slightly: "That's right. According to the old rules of the academy exchange competition, the number of participants is determined by you, and the second year students will send one less person."

“That’s too boring.” Su Qiu shook his head: “They already have more people bullying fewer people, so if they lose one more person, they will be at a huge disadvantage.”

"Wait a minute." Wu Changkong seemed confused: "What do you mean?"

What does it mean to have more people bully fewer people?

"Hehehe." Su Qiu chuckled innocently, but her words were like a devil's whisper: "Our entire first-year class is on the field!"

People can laugh when they're utterly speechless. Shen Yi, standing to the side, laughed in exasperation: "Everyone on stage? Do you know how many people that would be across both grades?"

"What do you want to do!"

"And this is against the rules."

Not in accordance with the rules?

Su Qiu said she didn't understand: "Then I don't care. If there's a problem, tell them to go find Ya Li."

Su Qiu: If you have something to say, go tell Ya Li!
Yali: If you have something to say, go and talk to Yunming!
Yunming:
"This is so lively," Su Qiu continued. "But we still have an advantage, since the second year students have definitely eliminated some people, so their total number is less than ours."

"How about this, we can add them in the third year too. We'll take a loss and beat all the second and third year students."

Upon hearing this, not only Shen Yi, but all the classmates began to feel guilty.

　It's hard to believe. In the original novel, Feng Wuyu was set to become a Saint-level Craftsman at the age of thirty-four, setting a record. But not many chapters later, it's said that he only started learning forging at the age of forty.

　　
　
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