My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Murong, what’s wrong?”

Seeing Murong’s strange expression, Wang Ying and the others also looked bewildered and gathered around.

When they all came to the side of the bronze hammer and followed Murong’s gaze, they were struck with fear.

The solid bronze hammer now had a footprint on it.

”Could it be that this was made by that guy named Ye just now?” Everyone turned their gaze to Jiang Long, as if asking if the footprint had always been there.

Jiang Long was completely shocked and shook his head with a bitter smile, ”It seems we really underestimated him. This bronze hammer is an heirloom of our family, made of pure bronze, and yet in his hands, it was like it was nothing, haha.”

An indescribable sense of loss.

Hearing this, everyone looked embarrassed.

They had just mocked Ye Guichen, but now they realized he indeed had real skills.

Whether or not he was capable of being their captain, his martial arts alone far surpassed theirs.

An inexplicable sense of defeat made them all hang their heads in despondency.

”If you all want to be down and out, then you might as well just go home and stop embarrassing yourselves.” Ye Guichen’s voice suddenly echoed.

Murong and the others were startled, not understanding why Ye Guichen had returned.

Jiang Long, impressed by Ye Guichen, stood silently by the side.

Murong, however, was still unwilling to accept it, ”Hey, so what if you can fight? It’s just brute strength. In a truly dangerous situation, brains are what matter.”

Ye Guichen glanced at Murong with amusement, ”Beauty, if you had any brains, you wouldn’t say such foolish things. Anyway, I’ve already said my piece. Anyone who refuses to accept it can challenge me anytime. But if you want me to be the captain, you’ll have to prove yourselves. I don’t take useless people.”

With that, he slapped a stack of papers onto Murong’s chest.

Because of Ye Guichen’s force, Murong felt a sharp pain in her chest.

”Damn it, you...” Murong, enraged and humiliated, was about to lash out, but seeing Ye Guichen’s playful look, her face turned red and she swallowed her words.

”Enough, I’m not saying more. Check the content on these papers yourselves. I hope before we set out for the big competition, you don’t act like a bunch of weaklings.” Ye Guichen’s eyes swept over Murong’s chest before he turned and left.

Murong stomped her foot in anger, muttering curses, then looked down at the papers.

She had already been curious, but upon seeing them, she felt as if struck by lightning.

The rest gathered around.

Wang Ying also picked up a piece of paper, glanced at it for a moment, and then exclaimed, ”Jiang Long, isn’t this your family’s hammer technique?”

”What hammer technique?” Jiang Long snatched the paper from Wang Ying’s hand, quickly scanned it, and then his lips began to tremble, ”Oh my God, how did he do it? Our family’s hammer technique has been passed down for generations. Ancestors said it had flaws and sought countless people to improve it but never succeeded. How did he manage to perfect it with just one look?”

Jiang Long was sure that although the paper contained only a few words, each one seemed to propel their hammer technique to a whole new level.

Only a fool wouldn’t realize that this paper was invaluable to the Jiang Family.

While Jiang Long was in shock, exclamations erupted around him.

”Oh my God, how did he do it? I haven’t even shown my moves, yet he knows my weaknesses in cultivation technique?” someone exclaimed.

The person was a practitioner of Baji Fist, and Ye Guichen had pointed out their weaknesses and written ways to correct them with just a few words.

All eight of them quickly became agitated.

Each person had a piece of paper detailing their technique’s flaws and improvements.

Even Wang Ying wasn’t an exception.

Wang Ying’s eyes sparkled with shock.

She prided herself on being a genius and had rapidly advanced over the years, but the Wang Family’s technique still had flaws.

Though ordinary people rarely noticed, Ye Guichen spotted them effortlessly.

Murong’s face turned all kinds of colors.

Hearing that Ye Guichen had pointed out the flaws and improvements in others’ techniques, she was utterly amazed and curious about him.

But looking at the paper in her hand, the words nearly drove her mad.

”Senior Sister Murong, that Ye Guichen is extraordinary. Based on his skills alone, he qualifies to be our captain!” Jiang Long said, now with admiration instead of enmity.

”Yeah, Senior Sister Murong, he’s incredible. I never thought someone could have such talent. He didn’t even spar with me, doesn’t know my name, yet is aware of my technique’s weaknesses. If this weren’t our first meeting, I’d think he had researched us.”

The speaker had tanned skin and sharp eyes and was the Baji Fist practitioner named Merlin.

Among them, besides Jiang Long’s brute strength, Merlin was the most skilled.

Of course, they all respectfully called Murong ”Senior Sister,” acknowledging her identity and abilities.

But it was an unspoken truth that they had regarded Murong as their leader until Ye Guichen came and won their admiration with just two moves.

First, he won Jiang Long’s respect with martial prowess, and now he had pointed out each person’s technique flaws, earning their utmost admiration.

He used both the carrot and the stick effectively.

”Senior Sister, I think we really shouldn’t trouble him anymore. With his skills, he might lead us to the top three,” Wang Ying chimed in, glancing curiously at Murong’s paper, ”Senior Sister, did Ye Guichen figure out your technique too?”

”Figure out what?!” Murong blushed as Wang Ying peered over, quickly folding the paper, ”Hmph! It’s just some trickery. Maybe Old Mo told him your strengths and weaknesses. Do you really think he could figure out your techniques and weaknesses at a glance? Nonsense! Alright, let’s train hard, so we won’t be underestimated next time!”

”Yes, Senior Sister is right!”

”We are not to be trifled with!”

”Everyone, let’s work hard!”

”But Senior Sister Murong, even if he knew our details, improving these weaknesses is no small feat.”

Someone weakly muttered.

The room fell silent.

Indeed, everyone’s technique had flaws, many of which they weren’t aware of.

And like the Jiang Family’s hammer technique, even knowing the flaws, countless efforts had failed to improve it.

Now Ye Guichen had written down all their weaknesses and improvements, something not ordinary people could achieve.