Bloodthirst was a trait etched into the very bones of these tribespeople,
or rather, a means of survival.
Without it, they could hardly secure enough resources to survive the struggles of nature. This five-person free-for-all, a chaotic mix of blood and stone, was particularly effective at stoking the ferocity of these "cubs." And the closer they drew to ultimate glory, the more heart-pounding the fighting became.
Injuries were to be expected.
Even death could be cast aside.
Huo Zhuang dodged a frontal assault from a snarling opponent while simultaneously evading a sneak attack from another opportunist. With a flick of the Bone Saber in his hand, he deliberately bypassed his foe's vitals and stabbed him in the shoulder. Then, with a vicious kick, he sent the competitor flying off the stage.
His saber technique was steady.
And the disposition he had forged was even steadier.
