[In fact, the people of the Desert Tribe didn't explain. After seeing you so fierce, their first reaction was shock, and then they hurriedly ran back to the tribe.]
You strolled leisurely into this simple and rugged tribe. The outskirts of the village were fenced with wood and animal bones, but it was daytime, and the gate was open.
[Before you've had enough of the tribe's customs and people, the warriors who threw spears at you arrive with a tall, strong, and... fierce woman.]
[She is nearly two meters tall, with arms thicker than the average man's thighs, and a fierce and bold face. If it weren't for her muscular, almost deformed pectoral muscles, you really wouldn't be able to tell her gender.]
The woman held a mace, about one meter long from head to handle, made entirely of solid stone. The head was covered in densely carved stone spikes, and its weight alone was likely no less than 150 kilograms
.
When the fierce woman sees you, the first thing she does is not fight, but instead starts to speak in a flurry of gibberish. Seeing you don't understand, she tilts her head in boredom, then swings her mace at you. The hard stone mace tears through the air, making a hissing sound.
[With your eyesight, you can see that this attack was powerful and heavy, equivalent to a force of two thousand or even three thousand kilograms. Few second-rate warriors would be able to block it, and first-rate warriors would rarely choose to take it head-on before the energy penetrates their bones.]
[But you are a martial artist, a martial artist with a top-notch foundation, at the stage of vigorous development of muscles and bones.]
[With your energy surging, you are more than capable of blocking this blow. Now your weapon has been changed from the Black Iron Blade to the Frost Bright Blade, the blade turning from pitch black to silver-white. You rise up and slash! Meet the incoming mace!]
There was a loud crash, and the woman's hand cracked. Her fingers twisted and bent into a broken shape, and the mace flew out of her hand, flying dozens of meters away. At this moment, an old man hurried over from a distance, shouting "Stop" in a mix of unfamiliar Three Kingdoms and tribal languages.
[Only when he got closer did he realize with astonishment that the one at a disadvantage (being beaten) was actually the most valiant warrior in the tribe, Akachi, who could rival a dozen warriors.]
[These tribesmen don't need the elder to yell at them to stop. They're already too frightened to move forward. Whether they should stop or not is for you to consider.]
The old man hurriedly apologizes to you. He is a witch doctor from the Snake Fang tribe (he doesn't know any witchcraft or other magic, but simply has a wealth of knowledge and can also prepare various folk remedies and potions). He is fluent in the languages of the Three Kingdoms.
The old man said this conflict was purely accidental. These young people mistook you for a grassland person from the West. Only he, after hearing the description, felt something was wrong and hurried over to recognize that you were from the East: the mysterious and powerful land where martial arts flourished.
You learned from the old man their worldview: This desert is the center of the world, home to hundreds of tribes, and the Snake Fang tribe is considered the one that has ventured deep into the desert.
A month's walk west (about a thousand miles, by your calculation) leads to the grasslands. The nomadic tribes of the grasslands and the desert tribes have been enemies for generations. The origins of this conflict are unknown, but the desert tribes wanted to invade the grasslands, seize territory, and seize water sources, while the nomadic tribes wanted to exterminate the desert people.
The young men from the Snake Fang tribe mistook you, with your strange face, for a steppe person infiltrating the desert's rear, and attacked you directly. However, as a witch doctor, he knew that if he continued eastward into the desert, exploring deeper and deeper, beyond the wrath of the sandstorm, he would find a place beyond imagination!
The strength of those in that region is simply incredible, and they can easily acquire "secret arts" (also known as martial arts). The powerful warriors of the desert and grassland tribes who went to the East were only considered "second-rate" or "first-rate", and there are still three or four higher levels above them.
Although ordinary people exist in the East, those who can cross the desert to reach here are all powerful. That's why the old witch doctor rushed here... But he didn't expect you to be so powerful that you can crush that female warrior: Akagi.
As the saying goes, "No fight, no friendship." At the apology banquet held by the old witch doctor and the tribal leader, you expressed your forgiveness for your previous offenses. There's no need to start a mortal feud with the indigenous people right away.
You begin to learn about the situation here with the old witch doctor (he's the only one who can communicate with you). You introduce yourself as a traveler. After a conversation, he's willing to trade you for something, including the tribe's most valuable maps and medical techniques.
You're curious about what he wants, but it turns out the old witch doctor only needs a book on "secret arts" (orthodox martial arts). Because among the many tribes in the desert, secret arts are extremely sacred and difficult to access!
For example, in their "Snake Fang" tribe, only the first warrior (a fierce woman), Akachi, can learn the secret arts after going to the greater tribe, undergoing a sacred baptism ceremony and swearing a soul oath of allegiance.
Yunshou: "That year later, refugees from the three kingdoms fled here en masse. Didn't you bomb them?"
You were silent for a moment. That female warrior, whose fighting power rivaled that of a top-tier second-tier warrior, hadn't even practiced martial arts, lacking even internal energy? It seems she's also a prodigy with a unique martial arts talent, similar to someone with the "Dragon-Elephant Strength" physique, though hers is a notch or two weaker, like "Iron Bones and Steel Bars."
[This type of physique is initially ten or even dozens of times stronger than an ordinary person, but this is a bonus, their physique +10, not their physique x10. Their foundation is usually only two or three times that of an ordinary person. As their martial arts cultivation improves, the gap between them and warriors of the same level will narrow...]
[For example, if this fierce woman's foundation is much weaker than yours, as an ordinary person, you, with more than twice her foundation, will be defeated by her in seconds. However, if you are both martial artists, she will suppress you. When you reach the Grandmaster level, it will be a draw, and after that, your advantage will become increasingly greater.]
Under the witch doctor's eager gaze, you pondered for a moment before offering the common martial art "Iron Body Skill." While it's common in the Three Kingdoms region, it's actually quite a strong martial art, with comprehensive effects and no obvious flaws, though its "stats" are a bit low.
Upon hearing that you had authorized the Snake Fang tribe to freely use the Iron Body Technique, rather than limiting it to just one or two individuals, the witch doctor immediately knelt down and saluted you.
The tribe leader jumped out and angrily berated the witch doctor, saying how he could offer such a grand gesture to an outsider, saying it was a disgrace to the tribe, as if their tribe was worthless.
[Witch Doctor: "This is this, this is this."]
[There is one more person performing the ceremony.]
You watch expressionlessly as the passing tribal elders and others cycle through a cycle of "anger—questioning—understanding—joining." Soon, fearing word of their "unlimited mystical powers" might spread, the witch doctor apologetically informs you that they can't pay their respects for now. However, they'll return to their rooms and pay their respects to you in secret.
You can't help but marvel at the incredible integrity of this tribe. If you said, "Iron Body Kung Fu is only for one of you," they'd probably actually only allow one of the tribe's strongest warriors to practice it—and they'd likely let that person take the Kung Fu to their grave.
[At most, there will be a bug. Only one person in each generation can practice it, but it will be passed on to two people. Once one person dies and becomes useless, the other can start practicing and find a "reservist" to tell them the full story...]
"So simple!"