For more than a month now, Jiang Feng had never exchanged blows with anyone.
Because of the harsh environment, most tribe members depended on and respected one another.
The only division in status was that between Gods of the World and Gods of Battle.
There were often conflicts between the two, but most of the time, they ended with the Gods of the World yielding. Even so, Gods of Battle did not look down on Gods of the World.
After all, Gods of Battle still depended on the Gods of the World's Essence of Faith to stay alive.
For that reason, everyone treated one another with the respect of honored guests, and conflicts were rare. Conflicts between Gods of Battle were even scarcer.
After all, most tribe members were only at the first level of the Divine Power Realm. Though differences in strength existed, the gaps were not great.
Without an enormous disparity, there naturally would be no throwing one's weight around to bully others.
On the contrary, everyone understood one thing well: in this harsh Divine Realm, they had to huddle together and stand united in order to survive better.
Thus, aside from sparring, Gods of Battle within the tribe rarely came into conflict.
For a novice like Jiang Feng, it was even less likely that anyone would pick a quarrel with him.
Over the past month, Jiang Feng had spent half his time meditating, while spending the other half practicing the use of a stone spear on his own.
As for his strength, even he himself did not know what level he had reached.
As the crowd watched, Jiang Feng stood alone in the center.
A wooden post had already been set up.
Jiang Feng stood facing the post, while Mu Li stood beside it with his hands