The punches got slower, and Peyton's breathing became heavier and louder. Anyone knew that if they got punched by one that slow, they would barely feel a thing, but he continued doing that.
"Come on… give up…" Peyton said; his words came out of his mouth weak; he didn't really have any more energy even to talk.
However, Akshar stood there, his hands still raised up like a statue and taking all of the punches without complaining.
'Not even a grunt?' The Instructor thought; as he got closer, he could see Akshar's eyes closed, bloodied, before pushing Peyton away, "Move! He's unconscious!"
Peyton dropped to the floor as he stared at Akshar, whose hands were still raised, "Unconscious?" He stood up slowly and stared closely and could see the barbarian's eyes closed; he had fainted mid-getting punched. "Holy…"
Suddenly his eyelids shook a bit before the barbarian opened his eyes, "Ahhhh!!!" He screamed before throwing a punch toward Peyton before the Instructor held him back.
