"Sir, you are wise! However..."
After a moment's pause, the Ugly Emperor was still somewhat worried.
"The audience is easy to fool, but what if Ye Feng wins this battle..."
He's so smart, he'll definitely find any more people who come later.
"It doesn't matter..."
Makuko shook his head dismissively, seemingly unconcerned.
There's nothing in this world that money can't solve...
He wanted to see me, so next time, I'll explain the rules to him.
The Ugly King raised his eyebrows and looked at Makuko, his astonishment barely concealed by the rich paint.
In the three years since the show started airing, there has never been a CEO reading the rules to a challenger.
It's clear how important Ye Feng is in the eyes of this cunning and shrewd CEO.
"yes."
He nodded in agreement and left the office.
Early the next morning—
"Ye Feng, hey, wake up, wake up!"
Ye Feng groggily opened his eyes and saw Tang Weiwei's slightly excited expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Hey! The charcoal is done! At least 80% of it is good quality charcoal!"
Last night, several people took turns working until after 11 p.m. before they finally managed to finish processing the wood.
After cooling overnight, all the charcoal was finally taken out of the furnace.
Tang Weiwei was the first to wake up, just to check the quality of the charcoal.
In fact, yesterday, when he heard that Ye Feng wanted to forge steel into arrows, he was more excited than anyone else.
Because all along, he only had three original arrows for his recurve bow.
Whether going out hunting or encountering enemies, this number of arrows is far from enough.
He mostly resorted to hand-to-hand combat. This caused him a constant headache.
Therefore, for him, making arrows was definitely all beneficial and without any harm.
The key point is that being able to accomplish something almost impossible in the wild gives you a sense of accomplishment that is no less than cooking a delicious meal.
"I thought something terrible had happened, but this was expected all along. I'm going to sleep a little longer..."
Compared to Tang Weiwei's surprise, Ye Feng felt that she was making a big fuss over nothing.
In his view, this was just a perfectly normal thing.
After saying that, he prepared to turn over and continue sleeping.
But before he could fall to the ground, Tang Weiwei forcibly pulled him up.
"Hurry up, it's time to start steelmaking. I want to see if you're just bragging."
He forcibly woke Ye Feng from his drowsiness.
Once outside, Ye Feng discovered that everyone had already arrived.
They were touching and examining the pile of charcoal, their faces beaming with smiles.
It's obvious that the charcoal this time is of very good quality.
Ye Feng quickly stepped forward, picked up a piece, gently touched it, smelled it, and immediately praised it:
"What great charcoal!"
Zhan Pengfei, standing to the side, imitated him, looking and smelling, but still asked in confusion:
"Brother Feng, what's the standard for good charcoal? They all look black to me, just like burnt firewood, no difference at all."
Ye Feng gently tapped the black, crystal-like charcoal block, making a "bang bang bang" sound.
"The quality of charcoal can be judged from three aspects. The first aspect is its appearance."
Good charcoal has a smooth surface and its charcoal particles are full and uniform; otherwise, it is inferior charcoal.
Secondly, there's the smell. Good charcoal has no pungent smell; any charcoal with a pungent smell is inferior.
Thirdly, you need to put it into practice; good charcoal won't produce sparks.
Now, according to the first two requirements, you should sort out the good charcoal from the bad charcoal.
This time we need to refine sixty or seventy pounds of steel; the heat must be just right.
After saying that, everyone began to pick through the pile of charcoal.
Ye Feng then looked at Fu Changxiong…
"Da Xiong, you should stick to your old ways and take the handles off all those knives."
Then bend it so it fits into the melting pot, just like last time.
"good."
Fu Changxiong was happy to do this kind of mindless, brute-force work, which was his specialty, mainly because he didn't know how to do anything else.
He quickly emptied the useless knives from his backpack, picked up a hammer, and started banging away.
Watching him work so diligently, Ye Feng suddenly realized…
Now almost everyone in the team has a weapon to save their lives, even Liu Sisi has a wooden bow.
Fu Changxiong, on the other hand, could only rely on hand-to-hand combat, even though he was the one who always used the axe.
But the key point is that he doesn't have the same powerful martial arts skills as Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu.
The only remaining challengers are probably our own team.
The others are all quite capable; it's possible to accidentally run into them head-on.
If they were to go head-to-head, they would be at a significant disadvantage based on the team's roster strength.
Especially for a reckless man like Fu Changxiong, even if he barely wins, he will probably suffer serious injuries.
Having gone through so many life-and-death situations, Ye Feng had long regarded his companions as family, and he did not want to see any of them injured or killed.
So, since there's so much steel, why not forge a weapon for self-defense?
Thinking of this, he went to Fu Changxiong's side...
"Da Xiong, what kind of weapon do you like to use? I'll make one for you in a bit."
"ah?"
Fu Changxiong was somewhat flattered and shook his head. He had served in the military and had some basic combat skills.
But he doesn't really use weapons much, and generally, if Ye Feng is around, he doesn't need to use weapons at all.
After all, when Ye Feng encounters an enemy, he either resorts to underhanded tactics or poison.
He was usually not allowed to go up and fight, so he felt that getting weapons wouldn't be of much use.
"No need, I'll use an axe. You make more arrows."
"That won't do!!"
Ye Feng said with a determined look:
"As a military strategist once said... there are some things you may not need, but you absolutely cannot be without.
The reason we've survived until now is because we're always prepared for unforeseen circumstances and take precautions.
What if it suddenly comes in handy someday? Your axe is short and heavy.
He's good at chopping things, but if it comes to fighting, he'd be easily killed by a skilled fighter.
So you need a real weapon. Think about it carefully, and tell me when you've made up your mind.
As long as it's not too complicated, I should be able to handle it.
Fu Changxiong stopped what he was doing, tilted his head slightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, said:
"Then let's use a spear, the double-edged kind."
Are you very good at it?
"It's not that I'm particularly good at it, it's just that when I was in the army..."
I learned a few moves from our old sergeant; he was specially recruited and was a martial arts champion before enlisting.
"OK!"
Ye Feng readily agreed. He had never practiced martial arts, but everyone knew the principle that "an inch longer, an inch stronger."
But as soon as he turned his head, he was met with Zhan Pengwu's seemingly kind but extremely terrifying smile.
There was no way around it; Zhan Pengwu's facial features were simply too frightening.
It really looks almost exactly like the Vajra Arhats enshrined in temples. Even with its kind smile, you can still be startled if you see it out of the blue.
"Ouch!"
Ye Feng was startled and took two steps back before he noticed...
Zhan Pengwu was rubbing his hands together, looking at him with a fawning expression.
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