Seeing Dashan was too exhausted to fight back, Anthony finally relented. He stood up and briskly brushed the dust off his clothes.
Meanwhile, Dashan grimaced in agony as he struggled to his feet, clutching his face with a twisted expression.
"Wow, I never would've guessed! You look so frail, but you fight like a beast!"
Dashan blurted out, feeling as if his mouth was about to tear apart with every word.
"On a deserted island, if you don't learn some basic combat skills, how do you expect to survive peacefully?"
Anthony stretched his muscles again, then boasted with a cocky grin.
"That's not just basic combat skills. I spent some time with mercenaries, and even I couldn't beat you."
Dashan, his temper worn thin from the beating, just flopped down on the ground.
"So, what's up with y
