Murong crossed his arms and watched Ye Guichen with great interest, as if enjoying a good show.

Duan Nanye knew these people were elite warriors from various places, typically wild and hard to control.

Moreover, because they hoped to achieve rankings, there were barely any Dragon Teeth elites among them. Out of ten, only four were from Dragon Teeth.

The Dragon Teeth people were easier to manage; a glance from Duan Nanye would suffice. But these others had extraordinary backgrounds and were not easy to offend.

"Calm down, everyone. Brother Ye actually..." Duan Nanye forced a smile, ready to back up Ye Guichen and boast a bit, aiming to subdue the crowd. However, Ye Guichen interrupted him: "Brother Duan, since I am going to be the team leader, I don't like leading a bunch of talkative weaklings. If I have to work with them, I'd rather act alone."

"What the hell did you say!"

"Who the hell are you calling weaklings!"

"Say that again! I dare you!"

Ye Guichen's words instantly stirred up a hornet's nest.

Wang Ying and Murong's expressions also changed slightly, "What, do you look down on women?"

Ye Guichen shrugged but did not say anything, clearly expressing his thoughts through his gesture.

Murong was so furious that she wanted to explode, but she glanced at the burly man carrying two copper hammers, "Jiang Long, aren't you known as the reincarnation of Li Yuanba? Hmph, you aren't much! You can stand being called weak to your face? Useless!"

"Murong, quit with the sarcastic remarks!" The burly man, known as Jiang Long, obviously knew Murong well. He stepped forward, raised his right hand, and pointed his copper hammer at Ye Guichen: "Kid, say that again, let me hear it!"

"What's the matter, are your ears not working?" Ye Guichen looked at Duan Nanye with a strange expression: "Brother Duan, where did you find these people? You even brought a deaf person?"

"Pfft!"

Wang Ying couldn't help but laugh but quickly covered his mouth, sensing the tense atmosphere.

Murong almost suffered internal injuries from suppressing her laughter.

Wasn't Ye Guichen's mouth too venomous?

And that demeanor, it was such a waste not to go into acting, he should have won an Oscar.

Others struggled to hold back their laughter, surprised at Ye Guichen's lack of self-preservation instincts.

Jiang Long was known as the modern Li Yuanba, a Cross Training Master with incredibly strong physical abilities. His family tradition of dual hammer techniques and immense strength put him at the top among the present warriors.

Ye Guichen actually dared to provoke Jiang Long; wasn't he inviting trouble?

Jiang Long's face turned red with anger, he stomped the ground twice, causing slight tremors: "Kid, who said I'm deaf! Let's see if your mouth is tougher than your bones!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand.

He swung the copper hammer down toward Ye Guichen's head.

Swoosh!

The sound of the hammer slicing through the air left no time for intervention.

Duan Nanye didn't expect Ye Guichen to start a fight upon arrival; how would he manage them during the martial arts competition?

"Brother Ye, watch out!" Duan Nanye's heart raced, shouting instinctively.

But Jiang Long moved too quickly; even if Duan Nanye wanted to help, he was too late.

The copper hammer was only ten centimeters away from Ye Guichen's head, and the others' faces changed drastically.

Even if Ye Guichen had iron skin and copper bones, getting hit by this hammer could crack his skull.

If someone died, they would have to face serious consequences.

But Jiang Long was enraged, caring little about that.

Even Wang Ying and Murong turned their heads, faces pale with fear.

"Ha, such skills, if not weaklings, then what?"

At the moment when everyone had different thoughts, Ye Guichen's voice suddenly rang out.

They looked closely and saw Ye Guichen holding the copper hammer with his left hand.

Jiang Long's face turned even redder, veins popping on his neck, clearly using all his strength.

But instead of falling, the hammer was slowly being lifted.

And Ye Guichen held it with just one finger, his expression calm and collected: "What, such skills, want to kill me? In a real competition, you would be killed instead."

"You, don't be conceited!" Jiang Long started panting heavily.

The others were dumbfounded.

They knew the copper hammer weighed over three hundred pounds; even lifting it was a struggle for many. But now, it was effortlessly held back by Ye Guichen's finger.

Ye Guichen ignored Jiang Long, seeing that he'd exhausted his strength. He kicked Jiang Long away.

Simultaneously, Ye Guichen grabbed the hammer handle, pulled it toward him, and tossed it into the air, raising his right hand and extending his middle finger.

After soaring, the hammer quickly fell directly onto Ye Guichen's finger.

Then, he flicked his wrist and began spinning the hammer like a basketball.

Gulp!

Someone swallowed hard.

Everyone stared at Ye Guichen in shock, feeling like they were hallucinating.

Damn, Ye Guichen must be a monster, right?

"What, dissatisfied? Come at me!" Ye Guichen challenged them with one hand holding the hammer, the other casually pointing at them, "Each of you, one by one, still unhappy being called weaklings? Here's the truth: all of you together aren't enough to challenge me with one hand. Leading you is no problem; being your coach? I could manage that with ease. If it weren't for Brother Duan and Brother Wang's sake, I wouldn't even bother with you."

He threw the hammer to the ground, half of it driven into the earth.

"Anyone still dissatisfied? Come at me, my hands are itching for a fight." Ye Guichen taunted Wang Ying and the others.

Everyone felt humiliated.

Wang Ying handled it better, knowing Ye Guichen's nature and skills, though still impressed by the recent display.

But the others were embarrassed, especially Jiang Long, who wanted to disappear.

What modern Li Yuanba!

Comparing himself to Ye Guichen, Jiang Long realized he was nowhere near his prowess. Ye Guichen's power exceeded his own by an unimaginable margin.

"Why so quiet?" Ye Guichen asked, walking to the hammer and stepping on it: "If you're silent, then we've all made acquaintances today. If you still want to challenge me, feel free anytime before the competition. Don't think you're the king of the world, you're nothing in a real fight."

He turned and left.

Duan Nanye stood stunned, then quickly followed: "Brother Ye, wasn't that a bit harsh?"

Ye Guichen glanced at Duan Nanye meaningfully: "Brother Duan, there's an old saying: 'shame drives one to improve.' If they can't take a few harsh words, then they shouldn't compete. If they listen today, maybe they have a better chance of survival tomorrow."

Duan Nanye's eyes reddened.

Ye Guichen's words touched his core.

"Alright, I'll take you back. Let them reflect on themselves." Duan Nanye knew well; benevolence cannot lead warriors.

If Ye Guichen were to be the team leader for this competition, he must have absolute control.

He knew the group, including Jiang Long, were talented but arrogant, Ye Guichen's reprimand was beneficial.

Ye Guichen didn't hesitate: "Brother Duan, get me some paper and a pen, I need to write something."

Duan Nanye didn't know the purpose, but he quickly handed over the paper and pen.

Ye Guichen sat in the car, started writing and drawing.

Elsewhere.

It took a while for Jiang Long and the others to snap out of their dejected silence.

Murong hadn't expected Ye Guichen to make such a strong impression on them, though still internally doubtful. Her view of him had clearly changed.

She walked to the hammer on the ground, trying to lift it for Jiang Long, but couldn't move it a bit.

"This guy…" Murong wondered about Ye Guichen's immense strength. Her gaze fell upon the spot Ye Guichen had stomped, her pupils shrank as if seeing a ghost.

"Is he even human?" Murong took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly.