In truth, Kun Ling had never been someone who disliked fighting.
After all, he had been born into one of the most fanatical tribes!
If not for his fighting style, being the tribe chief's son alone would never have earned him such popularity.
Kun Ling had made his attitude clear when he was very young.
He craved battle like a madman.
In the process, he inevitably hurt others.
Elsewhere, that might have been a problem.
In their tribe, however, it was nothing more than an everyday occurrence.
Things like that were perfectly ordinary in their tribe.
Unfortunately, after an accident, no one wanted to let Kun Ling fight anymore.
During that incident, Kun Ling had faced an entire wolf pack alone.
Although he had ultimately won, the experience had also inflicted considerable damage on his mind.
After that incident, no matter what sort of enemy Kun Ling faced, he attacked with utter resolve, staking his life on finding survival through death.
Even if that enemy was one of his parents, he was no different.
With his strength, no one of his generation could possibly have been his match.
In a very short span of time, he had nearly killed two of his own friends.
From then on, the Earth God Tribe had no choice but to forbid him from fighting the other youths of his generation.
He could only choose stronger opponents instead.
His attitude, however, never changed.
Even an ordinary sparring match turned into a fight to the death because of his approach.
Such incidents happened so often that, in the end, the Earth God Tribe had been forced to forbid him from fighting anyone at all.
His hobby had developed out of necessity under those circumstances.
All the stories circulating outside were meant to conceal what had happened