It was not because the people of their tribe were especially belligerent, but simply because fighting allowed them to improve faster.
After all, the blood of battle flowed through their tribe's veins.
Once they had experienced combat, they could grow faster.
Of course, this did not come entirely without a price.
Because of the blood flowing through their bodies, they craved battle.
Yet Kun Ling had not taken part in any battle for at least ten years.
To be honest, this was something no one else had expected.
After all, no one in their tribe had ever managed such a thing!
Kun Ling was the first, and the only one, to accomplish it.
After he had endured for so long, no matter how much progress Kun Ling made, the people of his tribe would not find it surprising.
While they were talking, the two people in the arena had already begun fighting.
Kun Ling gave a chilling smile and launched a ferocious attack, like a wild wolf.
His movements looked extremely rusty, even somewhat clumsy.
Yet Yu Tai had no way to dodge attacks like these.
Kun Ling was like a wild wolf that had gone more than ten years without tasting meat, bloodthirsty yet filled with a cool-headed madness.
That feeling always made anyone facing him involuntarily panic.
Yu Tai fared somewhat better. Anyone else might have buckled under that pressure before the fight even began.
Even so, Yu Tai was not feeling particularly good.
Yu Tai felt he might be about to die.
He felt as though he was slowly being devoured, bit by bit. Would he be swallowed whole after just a little more time?
Kun Ling had already become a monster that ground its teeth and sucked blood, watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey.