"Are you trying to die?! You walk like a ghost, without making a sound! What are you trying to do instead of collecting charcoal?"

Hehe~

Zhan Pengwu grinned and grabbed his hand.

"Brother Ye Feng, um... I know you're talented, you're an inventor."

Could you make me a spear too? With that, I can take on three guys!

Ye Feng glanced at the two butterfly knives tucked into Zhan Pengwu's waist, a look of confusion on his face…

"Didn't you already have a weapon? You still managed to cut off Horford's finger with one stroke."

"If you're playing so well, why change your weapon?"

Hi!

Zhan Pengwu took out the butterfly knife from his waist, casually twirled it a couple of times, and seemed dissatisfied with it.

"This thing is too short. It's okay for one-on-one, but it's really hard to fight several people at once."

Besides... I don't like such girly weapons either; they're for girls...

"If I had a long spear, I could easily take down five ordinary people of the same weight."

"Oh~"

Ye Feng nodded; he had actually asked Zhan Pengfei about it privately.

Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei are both martial arts masters, and when it comes to wielding short swords, they are evenly matched.

But Zhan Pengwu is a martial monk who grew up in Shaolin Temple.

Not only is he proficient in all kinds of weapons, but his fist and foot skills are also far superior to those of Tang Weiwei.

In addition to his weight and height, his fighting ability is definitely among the top tier of all challengers.

Therefore, making him a suitable weapon is equivalent to indirectly increasing the team's strength.

"Alright! I can make one for you, but you need to think it over carefully. Are you sure this spear is what you're best at?"

I heard from your brother that you're quite skilled in many things.

Zhan Pengwu's eyes darted around; these words really struck a chord with him.

The weapon he was most comfortable with and most skilled at using didn't seem to be the spear at all.

"You're right, I know a lot of cold weapons..."

My specialty is definitely the staff; I'm a monk, so I've been playing with this since I was a kid.

This thing is okay for fighting, but if you're really going to risk your life...

Unless you hit someone on the head with a stick, hitting other places probably won't kill them in one go.

Upon hearing this, a new type of weapon immediately came to Ye Feng's mind.

He slowly grinned, revealing an excited yet sinister smile.

"What if I made you a spiked club? The kind with sharp points..."

"What?! A spiked club?!"

Zhan Pengwu raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

He had wielded countless weapons, but he had only ever heard of the spiked club, never the spiked mace.

"What's that? I've never even heard of it, let alone played with it..."

"Don't worry, you'll definitely pull a trick."

Ye Feng looked around for a while, picked up a long, thin wooden stick, and handed it to Zhan Pengwu.

"You said it yourself, I'm an inventor, so the spiked club is the weapon I just came up with."

The principle is actually very simple: imagine this stick as your weapon.

I can just make two steel sleeves for the spiked club, and then fix them to the two ends of the club, and that will make a spiked club.

In that case, using it will have the same effect as wielding a stick.

However, its power is greatly increased; the spikes on the sheath will pierce through the flesh of your enemies instantly when you strike them.

Imagine so many steel spikes piercing your skin at the same time, and then you casually slash it with your wrist...

Would the other person's body feel like it's been scratched by a jaguar?

While they might not die on the spot, they would certainly suffer severe cuts and bruises.

Furthermore, if you encounter someone you can't defeat, you can coat the steel spikes with poison.

If you swipe at the other person even once, their life will immediately begin its countdown.

You just need to run away and buy time until the poison takes effect before you make your move.

After he finished speaking, Zhan Pengwu felt that his thoughts had become clear instantly.

His blank stare was filled with boundless admiration as he stared intently at the person in front of him who was the same age as him.

This is simply a brilliant idea! With his martial arts skills and such a weapon, he could achieve great things.

In close combat, wouldn't I be invincible?

"oops!"

He gave Ye Feng a bear hug, his calloused hands excitedly patting Ye Feng's back.

"Dude! You're really something! How come you can think of everything?"

"If you give me this weapon, I'll guarantee your safety!"

Ye Feng coughed lightly twice. Even though he was wearing fish scale armor, he felt a tingling pain on his back, as if his lungs were being shaken.

Zhan Pengwu's hands felt like they were made of lead, making a slapping sound as he struck the fish scales.

The Shaolin monks truly lived up to their reputation.

"Alright, alright!"

He quickly broke free from the other person's embrace, grimacing as he gently rubbed his back.

"After you finish your work, you and Da Xiong can go chop sticks together."

Remember, always use a weight that feels comfortable to you, otherwise you might hurt yourself.

"middle!"

After Zhan Pengwu responded, he skipped off to collect charcoal.

He looks like a child who has just received a toy.

After quickly eating two pieces of jerky, Ye Feng began his work for the day.

Last night before going to bed, he made a smelting pot the size of a small basin and shaped like a teapot, as well as several other small pots.

After air-drying overnight, it's now the perfect time to bake.

He put the jar into the furnace, surrounded it with charcoal, and lit the furnace.

He fixed two blowers in front of the furnace opening and aimed the air outlets at the inside of the furnace.

Ye Feng pulled the small wooden bow with both hands, and the blower blades started to fan rapidly.

The flames inside the furnace were also visible to the naked eye, rising through the grate.

"hehe…"

He was very satisfied with his masterpiece; in less than 10 minutes, the outer wall of the furnace was already extremely hot.

Ye Feng could even feel the intense heat emanating from inside.

His face was flushed red from the heat, and the sweat seemed to evaporate before it even hit the ground.

This furnace is significantly better at retaining heat than the last one.

He estimated that if more charcoal were placed on the grid and the two of them pulled the blower at full power at the same time, the temperature would reach at least 1500 degrees Celsius.

The only drawback is that the soil used this time is not clay.

Otherwise, he would definitely have made several more complete pottery jars.

An hour and a half later, with everyone taking turns fanning the flames, the smelting pot changed from its initial pale yellow color to a dark gray.

The moisture in the mud was completely dried out, and the solidification process proceeded very smoothly.

This was also thanks to his previous experience firing the ceramic pot; Ye Feng controlled the heat very well this time.

After it cooled down, he tapped it gently with his fingers.

The jar made a muffled "thump thump thump" sound.

Ye Feng carefully examined the exterior again but found no cracks or gaps.

The melting pot... is complete.