Ultimate Fighting

ranged by the various classes and could be done through actual combat or in the virtual Douluo World.
In order to deal with the year-skipping challenges later, most classes chose to do virtual battles.

At this time, the academy’s rule was that they had to complete the qualifiers for each class within a week.
Then, the year-skipping challenge would begin with the first-years.
As it was a real battle, after every battle, they would rest for a day.
The victor could choose to continue, and each grade would have to challenge someone of a higher rank at least once.
The prerequisite was that they were not defeated.

The internal preliminaries of the other years had already begun, but the first years were calm, at least on the surface.

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
The various years had finished competing, and the years-skipping challenge would officially begin.

Shrek Academy’s Exchange Center had been quite lively recently, especially for items regarding the persons who might participate in the tournament.

The participants in the exchange were mostly candidates from the various Outer Court years who could participate in the year-skipping challenge.

There were also some Heaven and Earth treasures that could temporarily increase one’s battle power.
As soul devices were not allowed, they were not very popular at the moment.

Shrek City’s Gambling Center had even opened up a betting pool for this competition.
As it was an internal event within the academy and not open to the public, its scale was not considered big.
Furthermore, it was only open within the academy and targeted the teachers and students.

There were a few benefits to doing so.
Firstly, they could earn the students’ Shrek emblems.
They would only accept the emblems.
Secondly, they could use the odds to let everyone have a better judgment.

There were individual bets for every year-skipping challenge, as well as for winning streaks.

The Outer Court became lively once again.
The students who were usually cultivating were all focused on the year-skipping challenge this time.
There were only five matches in total, but they were undoubtedly peak matches for the Outer Court students.
It was quite interesting, especially since there was a disparity in numbers between the different years.
It was considered relatively fair.

At this very moment, nobody knew that Lan Xuanyu was sweating profusely in the Blacksmith’s Association and there were a few people standing in his forging room.

This included the senior who had led Lan Xuanyu into the world of forging, Yang Yingming.
Other than him, there were three others.

These three people were all dressed in red school uniforms and were obviously Inner Court students.
And these three people had even more important identities in Shrek Academy—they were the president and vice president of Shrek Blacksmith’s Association.

All the presidents of the various associations in the academy were held by students.

The three people in front of him were naturally the same, and they were all Inner Court disciples.
The one in the lead looked to be around 26 or 27 years old.
He had an unsophisticated appearance and wasn’t tall; everything looked ordinary.
However, his arms were slightly longer than an ordinary person’s, and his palms were slightly bigger and were extremely thick.

The other three people, including Yang Yingming, stood behind him.

At this moment, Lan Xuanyu was focused on forging the metal in front of him.
It was a piece of mithril.
Among the rare metals, it was one of the most valuable.
It was also brought back by Lan Xuanyu’s team during the last semester’s final exam.

His body spun and he dropped the hammer.
Everything seemed simple and neat.
Every rumble was stable and sustained.
More importantly, he was focused.

At this moment, Lan Xuanyu seemed to have merged into one with his forging hammers.
The rumbling sounds echoed in the forging room.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have been annoyed by the deafening noise.
But to the few blacksmiths, they were used to it.

Yang Yingming counted in his heart, 34, 35, 36, 37 strikes.
38, 39, 40, 41…

Just as he was counting, there was a low rumble and a silver light suddenly shot into the sky.
Lan Xuanyu spun on the spot and retracted his forging hammer.

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