Floki was quite envious of Anton at this moment.
The long black-haired, handsome brute was able to carry out 200 push-ups in one go without relaxing at all.
At one point, Floki expected that he would relax due to the strain on his muscles, which were clearly visible to the eyes, but Anton just kept going until he was done.
His exercise was not the only thing that made Floki envious, it was also his reaction afterwards.
"Ahhh!"
He let out a manly shout and flexed his arm muscles with thrill.
The villagers clapped their hands in amazement, as though they had just witnessed a noteworthy performance.
Angelina had a wide smile on her face as she watched Anton with deep admiration, trying to meet his gaze.
But at the moment, Anton was overly focused on the pump he had received from the push-ups.
"I can feel the pump in my muscles. Young chief, where did you discover this unique training?"
"Instincts," Floki lied.
"Your instincts are always very sharp," he said.
