"Kapu, looks like I have to get busy," Dean said, pressing close to Kapu with a regretful expression.
Just as Kapu was about to say something, he was distracted for a moment. His grip on Dean's hands slackened.
The next moment, Dean unleashed his strength, flipping Kapu onto the ground and pressing his knees into his back. "Tsk tsk, I win again."
"FK, YOU, you sly little devil!" Kapu gasped for breath under the pressure. "Seriously, you're so strong, there's no need for you to practice a technique-oriented martial art like Krav Maga."
Kapu had already resigned himself to being pinned.
People fear old age, and fists fear youthful vigor.
He was already thirty-eight. He looked strong but lacked endurance. Even if Dean hadn't launched a sneak attack, Kapu wouldn't have had the strength to continue resisting Dean's brute force much longer.
"Kapu, tell me then, what kind of combat art do you think I'm more suited to learn?"
Dean quickly got up, pulling Kapu to his feet.
