The icy blade, and the spilling blood left Luo Zheng horrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. This feeling of brushing past Death God fueled Luo Zheng's anger, as he furiously said, "Who are you actually? If you're worth your salt, then come and fight me head-on. What kind of man just dithers around? Is it that you think I'm afraid of you?"
"Who are you?" the other coldly queried, eyes splitting with a chilling murderous intent.
Luo Zheng suddenly realized a problem; the opponent spoke Huaxia national dialect, a detail he had overlooked. He quickly said, "This is Arctic Bear Country territory, yet we're speaking the same language, Huaxia dialect. I'm a Huaxia citizen, what about you?"
"Huaxia Country?" The opponent's murderous aura retreated like a tide, eyeing Luo Zheng with baffled suspicion, asking, "You're Huaxia? So am I Huaxia too? But who am I then?"
