Prince and I in Desert Island

There was a round of applause, and it was me who clapped.    

Hearing the sound of my clapping hands, the muscular man who was practicing boxing stopped his movements.    

He stood there, cold and still, watching me carefully. The sandbags he had just sent flying slammed into him, but he stood still as if he didn't feel any pain.    

A sandbag in front of him smashed into his face, and I didn't think he would dodge. He turned his fist into a palm, and when the sandbag was close to his finger, he withdrew his palm into a fist. When the sandbag touched his fist, it flew out again as if it had hit a spring.    

The sandbag returned, and with a loud roar, he quickly threw out a punch. The sandbag immediately shattered into pieces. The pebbles fell out along with the sand. In the end, all that was left was an empty and tattered bag.    

He was still looking at me coldly, a fist that seemed to be showing off but also like a provocation.    

I can't stand this kind of look. Every time someone looks at me like that, I feel so uncomfortable, like I'm beating him to the ground.    

I looked back at him coldly. There was no trace of fear in my eyes.    

We stared coldly at each other, the situation getting more and more tense, and I didn't know what would happen in the next second.    

When a soldier comes to block a water, it is best to take it as it is when the opportunity arises.    

"How is Tyrant's leader doing?" Arthur said to him.    

From Arthur's tone, it seemed that he was also very familiar with Tyrant. I think Arthur must have noticed that Tyrant and I had a strong smell of gunpowder and wanted to distract him.    

However, Tyrant White Marten didn't seem to hear Arthur's words and continued to stare at me unblinkingly.    

"Didn't my brother talk to you? Are you deaf or dumb? " I saw him ignore Arthur, and my temper flared.    

"Who are you?" Tyrant gritted his teeth and asked.    

"So you're not deaf or dumb. So that means your character is too bad …" I ignored his question and continued to strike at him. This was called returning a tooth for a tooth. If you do not respect my brothers, then you do not respect me. Then why should I respect you?    

"Ah!" Tyrant White Marten cried out loudly as it tightly clenched its fist.    

"Ah," I mimicked his voice, then stuck out my tongue and made a face at him. I didn't know how I had become so funny, but I felt very satisfied.    

I turned around and looked at the beauties to see if they were amused by me. I saw that not only were they not smiling, they were also looking at me with a nervous expression, as if I was certain that you would die this time.    

I smelled a strong smell of sweat, and I turned slowly to see a man standing behind me, a man who smelled of sweat.    

I covered my nose and slowly raised my head. The first thing I saw was a bare-chested man with eight shiny dark abs and a big, round pectoral muscles.    

I couldn't see his face in a one-meter-eight, so I could only look up at him. I saw a face full of pimples, as if it had been hit by a machine gun.    

"Puchi!" I finally couldn't hold back my laughter anymore. This person was Tyrant White Marten, who was practicing his fist art. I was thinking that the name 'White Marten' didn't match up to his name, it should be 'Big Black Bear' or 'Black Vajra'.    

Seeing that I was laughing at Tyrant White Marten, a vicious and murderous look appeared in my eyes, I knew that this gorilla was going to go on a rampage, and I was not the least bit surprised.    

Suddenly his hands closed around my shoulders, and his big round head came down on me like a stone.    

He controlled my body and made it immobile. Just as the big black head was about to smash into my head, I used my hand to protect my head and shouted, "Wait!"    

I thought that my voice was superfluous and powerless, that the tyrant would not stop, that the sound was entirely out of the instinct of saving his life.    

I closed my eyes, ready to be knocked out. Yes, my heart had begun to despair ever since he held me down with his powerful hands. It wasn't that I didn't try to break free, but that I couldn't move his left hand with all my strength.    

If you don't seek death, you won't die. I now deeply understand the meaning of this sentence.    

Even though using Ina's Sword is something that can be solved easily, somehow or other, I chose to act cool. I concluded with a reasoning: This habit of posturing isn't good, it has to be changed.    

I waited for a long time, and I didn't faint. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him.    

I was relieved to see him like this. If I was really knocked out just now, I would really be too ashamed to live in the future. My women are looking at me, and I can't let them down. More importantly, I was afraid that they would suddenly become widows, because I wasn't sure if I would be killed by him.    

Tyrant White Marten looked at me doubtfully. I was thinking what a fool he was. If I told him to wait, he really would wait. I don't know if he would go eat shit if I told him to, but if I told him to die, then he really would die.    

"Simple, muscular," I whispered.    

"What did you say?" Tyrant leaned in close to me, not hearing me clearly.    

I feel like I ate shit and my teeth are stuck in my mouth. Boss, we still need to fight, you will make it a little difficult for me to do that.