[Actually, the desert tribe didn't explain. Upon seeing your ferocity, their first reaction was shock, and then they hurriedly ran back to their tribe.]
You stroll leisurely into this tribe, a place where simplicity and ruggedness coexist. The tribe is surrounded by a fence woven from some kind of wood and animal bones, but since it is daytime, the gate is open.
Before you could fully appreciate the local customs and culture, those tribal warriors who had been throwing spears at you arrived with a tall, fierce... fierce woman.
She was nearly two meters tall, with arms thicker than an average man's thigh, and a fierce, unrestrained face. If it weren't for her abnormally large pectoral muscles, you really wouldn't be able to tell her gender.
The fierce woman wielded a spiked club, approximately one meter long from head to handle, made entirely of pure, hard stone. The head was covered in densely carved stone spikes, and its weight alone was likely no less than 150 pounds.
The fierce woman's first reaction upon seeing you wasn't to fight, but rather to launch into a tirade of gibberish. Seeing you couldn't understand, she tilted her head, seemingly bored, and then swung her club at you. The hard stone mace tore through the air with a hissing sound as it was swung.
[With your keen eyesight, you can see that this strike was incredibly powerful, equivalent to an impact force of two or even three thousand catties. Very few second-rate martial artists could withstand it, and even first-rate martial artists rarely chose to take it head-on before the force penetrated to their bones.]
But you are a martial artist, a martial artist with top-notch foundation, at the stage of harmonious integration of muscles and bones.
Amidst the surging energy, you not only managed to block this attack, but your weapon has now changed from the Black Iron Blade to the Frost Bright Blade, its blade transforming from jet black to silver-white. You raise your blade in a downward slash! To meet the oncoming spiked club!
With a loud crash, a cracking sound came from the fierce woman's hand; her fingers twisted and bent into a broken shape, and the spiked club flew dozens of meters away. Only then did an old man rush over from afar, shouting "Stop!" in a mixture of broken Chinese, Japanese, and tribal languages.
[But when he got closer, he was stunned to find that the one being outmatched (being thoroughly beaten) was actually Akachi, the tribe's most valiant warrior, capable of fighting off more than a dozen other warriors.]
[These tribespeople didn't need the old man to tell them to stop; they were already too frightened to advance. Whether or not to stop is your concern.]
The old man hurriedly apologized, explaining that he was the shaman of the "Snake Fang" tribe (he knew nothing of witchcraft or magic, just a lot of knowledge and could concoct various folk remedies), and was fluent in three languages.
The old man said the conflict was purely accidental; the young people mistook you for a grassland person from the west. Only he sensed something was off from the description and rushed over to recognize you as coming from the East: that mysterious and powerful land where martial arts flourished.
You learn from the old man their worldview: this desert is the center of the world, inhabited by hundreds of tribes, and the "Snake Fang" tribe is one of those tribes that lives quite deep within the desert.
[A month's journey west (you estimate it to be over a thousand li) leads to the grasslands. The nomadic tribes and desert tribes of the grasslands are sworn enemies. The origin of this conflict is lost to history, but in short, the desert tribes wanted to invade the grasslands, seize territory, and steal water, while the nomadic tribes wanted to exterminate the desert people.]
[Just now, the young man from the "Snake Fang" tribe mistook your strange appearance for that of a grassland person who had infiltrated the desert's rear, and thus attacked you directly. However, as a shaman, he knew that if he continued eastward into the desert, exploring deeper and deeper, crossing the fury of the sandstorms, there would be a place beyond imagination!]
The strength of the powerful individuals in that region is simply unbelievable; they can easily acquire "secret techniques" (i.e., martial arts skills). Powerful warriors from desert and grassland tribes who went east would only be considered "second-rate" or "first-rate," with three or four higher levels existing above them.
Although ordinary people still exist in the East, those who can cross the desert to come here are all powerful individuals, which is why the old witch doctor rushed here... But he never expected that you would be so powerful as to crush that female warrior: Akachi.
As the saying goes, "No discord, no concord." At the apology feast with the old shaman and the tribal chief, you express your forgiveness for your previous offense, indicating that there's no need to make the indigenous people your sworn enemy from the start.
You begin to learn about the place from the old witch doctor (he's the only one who can communicate with you). You introduce yourself as a traveler, and after some conversation, he agrees to trade you for something, including the tribe's most precious map and medical skills.
You were curious about what he wanted, but it turned out the old witch doctor only needed a "secret manual" (orthodox martial arts), because among the many tribes in the desert, secret manuals were extremely sacred and difficult to access!
For example, in their "Snake Fang" tribe, only the first warrior (fierce woman) Akachi, who goes to a larger tribe to undergo a sacred baptism and swear an oath of allegiance, is worthy of learning secret arts.
Yun Shou: "A year later, when refugees from the three countries fled here en masse, didn't you bomb them?"
[You paused for a moment. That female warrior, whose combat strength was comparable to a top-tier second-rate fighter, hadn't practiced martial arts and didn't even have internal energy? It seems she's also a prodigy with extraordinary martial arts talent, similar to the "Dragon Elephant Might" physique, but a level or two weaker than the "Iron Bones and Steel" physique.]
[This type of physique is initially ten or even dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary people, but this is an added bonus; it's their physique +10, not their physique Ă—10. Their foundation is mostly only two or three times that of ordinary people, and as their martial arts cultivation improves, the gap between them and other martial artists of the same level will gradually narrow...]
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