Faced with the giant barbarian's threat, which was filled with primitive violence, Qin Feng's gaze didn't flicker in the slightest. He didn't even pay him much attention.
Instead, it was the blond, blue-eyed Martial Artist with a noble air who caught his eye for a moment.
Just then, the blond Martial Artist also stopped sizing up the barbarian and turned to lock his gaze onto Qin Feng.
His azure eyes narrowed. After studying Qin Feng for a moment, a look of stunned uncertainty crossed his face. He asked tentatively,
"Are you… Madman Qin Feng?!"
"Mm."
At first, Qin Feng nodded instinctively, confirming his identity.
But a moment later, as if remembering something, his brow furrowed slightly. He shook his head and corrected,
"Who started calling me a madman? I don't like that nickname."
Hearing this, a muscle in the blond Martial Artist's face twitched, and the wariness in his eyes grew even deeper.
