Following the strongest man in the city—the city lord himself—Huo Hai slowly descended to the ground. In the Southern Region, where the martial spirit ran too fiercely, the ruler of any place was generally its strongest person, with almost no exceptions.
That was because in the Southern Region, to become the leader of a faction, one first had to possess the strength to suppress everyone else. If any member refused to accept the leader, they could directly issue a challenge. Once they won, they could become the new leader. Moreover, the former leader would be sincerely convinced, unless the challenger had used some underhanded means.
Of course, as a proper expert born in the Southern Region, one generally would not use such methods during a challenge. Thus, the strongest person in the city was naturally its city lord, beyond all dispute.
"Brother, you can call me Berserk Tiger. What should I call you?" The moment he landed, Berserk Tiger impatiently introduced himself. In this frontier city, the so-called city lord held no real authority; everyone had merely gathered together temporarily.
Huo Hai did not bow either. He simply said, "So it is Brother Berserk Tiger. You can call me Huai Yin." After some thought, Huo Hai used a false name he had employed before. One could tell at a glance that Berserk Tiger was not a real name, but a nickname. In fact, almost everyone in the Southern Region had a nickname, and they were used even more often than real names.
"Huai Yin? What a strange nickname. Brother, I'm not criticizing you—ah, forget it. Let's not talk about that anymore. Come, come, sit down." Discussing whether someone else's nickname was good or bad made Berserk Tiger feel rather embarrassed.
Huo Hai did not mind. It was merely a false