Nearby, the local natives busied themselves examining the lion Zhang Yang had beaten to death with his bare hands.
Its body was enormous.
Several of them worked together to turn it over, only to freeze in shock.
Its incredibly tough fur now looked like rotten leather, nearly torn away from its body.
Its thick, sturdy spine had been smashed into segments.
And its internal organs were like mush.
What kind of limitless strength was this?!
They all bent over, carefully using the sharp tools they carried to skin the entire lion on the spot.
Apparently, they intended to make Zhang Yang an exclusive lion-fur robe for a Warrior of the Hundred Tribes.
A lion robe made from his trophy.
"What? I still need a tattoo?" After listening to Chief Ubara go on for a while, Zhang Yang immediately frowned.
According to him, a Warrior of the Hundred Tribes needed to have a unique black mamba tattoo on his back, as the symbol of a Warrior of the Hundred Tribes.
This thing...
Zhang Yang was unwilling.
One's body and hair were gifts from one's parents. Besides, he had never been fond of tattoos.
Even if this tattoo was fundamentally different from those worn by wannabe tough guys, and represented the highest symbol of invincible courage within the tribe.
"Chief Ubara, forget the tattoo." Zhang Yang shook his head.
"Then please accept the unique token of a Warrior of the Hundred Tribes." Ubara did not dare utter a single word of objection. He merely remained kneeling on the ground and continued.
The token was brought out on a tray.
It was a string of pendants made from some unknown stone.
The stones looked exceptionally smooth and warm, their material unknown, with a strange symbol carved on them.
This was the token of