"I really don't know..."
Frank's voice carried a hint of fatigue and confusion,
"You're hardly a knight, so why is your stamina so... so abundant?"
Frank wasn't flattering Gang Le because he was captured, saying nice things.
This man's fighting skills were not as good as his own, his strength slightly weaker, yet his stamina was so good he could hold Frank off.
Now it seemed, even if he hadn't been knocked out before, he might not have been able to defeat this man.
Gang Le stood on the other end of the slope, hands on his hips, also panting heavily.
But compared to Frank, Gang Le was in slightly better shape.
He casually flicked the wooden sword in his hand, as if it were as light as a twig.
"It's nothing special,"
Gang Le grinned, shrugging his shoulders, speaking casually and nonsensically,
"It's just that the food at Black Pine Ridge is good, life is easy and pleasant, which makes me more motivated."
Frank frowned, letting out a disbelieving snort from his nose.
