Watching the people of the two great tribes withdraw, Tian Luan showed no intention of setting off to intercept and kill them.
This time, his purpose in participating in the Hunting Meet was no longer to seize as many beast ears as possible, but to await the battles between the Attendants of the various tribes during the final few days.
When the tribe's Attendant had struck before, it had shocked him. Yet, at the same time, an extremely vague image had somehow appeared in his mind.
Although he had been unable to grasp that image for the moment, it had given Tian Luan immense hope that his memories might be restored.
"Brother Tian Luan, could what you just used be the martial arts practiced by the Martial Masters of Wu King City?" As for Zhan He and Hao Wei's departure, Wuna had likewise shown no intention of pursuing them. But Tian Luan's attack just now had left him deeply shaken.
Hearing Wuna's words, Long Shi and the warrior also turned around of their own accord and looked at Tian Luan in astonishment. Fear and surprise flickered in their eyes.
The two did not leave just yet. Though Long Shi was somewhat wary inside, a trace of gratitude also flashed in his eyes.
If not for this young man from the Gong Clan tribe, they would certainly have had to fight a life-and-death battle.
At that moment, Long Shi was deeply afraid of Tian Luan, but he was even more curious about what Wuna had asked.
Although the tribespeople also practiced martial arts, those so-called martial arts had been passed down from generation to generation among the tribesmen. They were highly effective for killing prey, but compared with the moves the young man before them had just used, the difference was