This approach has both advantages and disadvantages. In terms of quality, such a spiked club is definitely not as sturdy as one-piece molded clubs.
However, the resin after burning is still very sticky, as long as it is not hit very hard.
Once it dries completely, it generally won't fall off easily.
Moreover, this way you can sharpen the spikes before sticking them on.
There was no other way; Ye Feng didn't have a welding torch, so he had to do it this way for now.
Anyway, with Zhan Pengwu's kung fu skills, he should be very powerful even with just a stick.
The sharpness of these spikes is definitely much greater than that of the original one-piece design.
With his mind opened up, Ye Feng's efficiency improved significantly, and in less than 20 minutes, he slowly built a large mud brick.
"Oh my goodness! It's done!"
He was busy when he heard Zhan Pengwu's exclamation coming from the furnace shed.
At this moment, the two brothers, Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu, were gathered around the furnace.
Their eyes widened as they stared intently at the red-hot steel tool inside the can, which was clearly melting slowly.
"This...this...it's a success?"
Tang Weiwei stood there blankly, her expression blank.
When Ye Feng proposed making steel, his first thought was that it was nonsense.
After two days of work, Ye Feng actually managed to manufacture a blower, furnace, charcoal, and smelting ladle in a fairly convincing manner...
This forced him to believe.
However, when he witnessed it with his own eyes, he still found it incredible.
"Could this kid really be a genius?"
Tang Weiwei turned to look at Ye Feng, only to find Ye Feng and his companions.
There was no surprise or joy on their faces at all; instead, their expressions seemed to suggest that everything was expected…
Because Ye Feng was still focused on smoothing the mud bricks, he didn't even lift his head.
"How about it, Brother Dawei? I told you, Brother Feng definitely didn't lie to us."
He's number one! He must be incredibly talented to have gotten this position.
Zhan Pengfei has completely become Ye Feng's fanboy, and his tone of voice is gradually becoming like Liu Sisi's...
Tang Weiwei's expression remained unchanged, and she nodded noncommittally.
If the delicious food from the previous days had shocked him...
So now, this molten steel, almost melting, is what will shatter the last shred of his self-respect.
The fact that this person is ranked first on the leaderboard doesn't require any fighting prowess to back it up.
His extensive survival knowledge and exceptional manual skills, combined with his intelligence and innovative ideas…
It is more than enough to defeat any challenger who has survived to this day by force.
In his presence, he was merely a martial artist, useless except for being able to fight.
A moment later, Tang Weiwei slowly walked up to Ye Feng and extended her right fist to him.
"Ye Feng!"
Ye Feng, his hands covered in mud and his face smeared like a cat's, looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.
For a moment, they didn't understand what Tang Weiwei was trying to do.
"What do you mean? You want to play a drinking game with me?"
Tang Weiwei rolled his eyes; he had originally intended to exchange punches with the other party.
I just thought this kid had some class, but now it's all gone.
He withdrew his hand with a touch of arrogance and slowly walked back towards the furnace shed.
"From now on, the three of us will listen to you, and we hope you can be a good leader."
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.
Especially the Zhan brothers, whose team has always been led by Tang Weiwei.
They both understood Tang Weiwei's personality...
He's unwilling to admit defeat, and his arrogance is tinged with a bit of conceit; there's no one on the leaderboard whom he looks down upon.
But now that he's said this, it's quite clear what he means: from now on, Ye Feng will be his boss.
They had never heard him admit defeat like that before.
Compared to their surprise, Ye Feng simply curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile and did not reply.
This situation was naturally within his expectations.
Because he had learned about the living conditions of several people from Zhan Pengfei.
It's less about surviving to this day and more about eking out a living.
The accommodation, food, and survival plan were all very unprofessional.
Tang Weiwei knows some survival skills, but in reality, she is no match for Liu Sisi.
They were always either full or hungry, and had never eaten anything good.
He was injured in several ambushes during the period, and it was only because of Zhan Pengfei, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, that he survived.
They had already died from infected wounds.
Therefore, although Tang Weiwei didn't say it, he knew that he was not a good leader.
When it comes to fighting and risking their lives, they probably don't fear anyone.
However, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark, not to mention the other challengers.
Even the poisonous insects and ferocious beasts here probably won't let them survive to the end.
The scarcity of survival supplies, coupled with a lack of survival knowledge.
This is something that Zhan Pengfei, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, cannot compensate for.
"Hehe...that's more like it. Smart people should learn to assess the situation and act accordingly."
At this moment, Ye Feng was overjoyed; these were the most beautiful words he had heard all day.
Tang Weiwei's sudden defection foreshadows a qualitative leap in the team's strength.
This is the unity he desires, where all companions work together as one to fight for the ultimate goal.
They are now the strongest team on this land.
At 1 p.m., in a mountain forest 8 kilometers away…
Two Asian men were slowly making their way forward, panting heavily.
They were covered in sweat, and their faces were painted with bright green paint, which must have been herbal remedies to repel mosquitoes.
They also wore leg wraps and sleeves made of tree bark on their legs and arms.
The two were of similar age, around 30 years old.
One of the men showed signs of balding; his already sparse hair, soaked in sweat, had clumped together, leaving behind a shiny, greasy skull.
He had a goatee, no obvious wrinkles on his face, and a small recurve bow around his neck, which looked to weigh around 20 pounds.
The other man had a buzz cut and a full beard. He also had a bow and arrow hanging around his neck, but it was a wooden bow.
After walking for a while, the man with the buzz cut leaned against a tree with one hand, panting heavily as he shook his head repeatedly, beads of sweat constantly dripping from his cheeks.
“I’m too tired to walk any further down the mountain. Let me rest for a while. It’s so far now, those Indians won’t be able to find this way.”
He spoke fluent Zhipan language and sat down under the tree without a second thought.
Seeing this, the bald man named Yamashita also stopped in his tracks, wiped the sweat from his face, and sat down.
"Jiuche, are you sure those Indians have discovered our camp?"
"Baka..."
The bearded man named Jiu Che muttered a weak curse in his native language.
"You've asked that at least 10 times already. Don't worry, my eyesight is excellent."
"That damned guy!"
After cursing, Yamashita took out a large water bottle with a capacity of at least 6 liters from his backpack.
After taking a big gulp, he handed the water bottle to Jiu Che.
It turns out that these two people were refugees; one was named Yamashita Takeoka, and the other was named Hisa Tetsuo.
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