Ling Feng took a deep breath, then discarded the greatsword in his hand and continued walking towards his tribesmen.
Seeing Ling Feng toss aside the greatsword, the survivors of the Flying Tiger Tribe sighed with relief in their eyes.
"Brother Tai Yan!" As Ling Feng drew near, a young girl from the Flying Tiger Tribe flung herself into Ling Feng's arms, choking with tears.
Ling Feng patted the girl's delicate shoulder, and said solemnly: "The people of the Colosseum are truly insane. They made you my final opponents! Hu Yue, how is everyone?"
The girl wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Everyone is very worried about you, but we had no news of you. Until yesterday, we were all captured and brought here. But we never expected to meet you!"
Ling Feng surveyed his tribesmen. In the previous battles, most of the warriors from the tribe had perished; the ones left were only the old, weak, sick, and women.
