Chapter 181: Battle of the Ten Thousand Races... My Ass

"Anton Silver Moon."

Gathering his thoughts, Anton gave a slight nod to the man and the Elf before him.

Seeing the hidden meaning beneath Anton's calm expression, Grant and Alicia exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

"You know who we are?" Grant asked with great interest.

Anton smiled faintly. "The youngest Legendary Sword Saint of the Freedom Alliance and the youngest holder of the 'Sacred Star' title from the Jade Royal Court. It would be hard not to know you."

Grant let out a hearty laugh at his words, his curiosity about Anton growing.

He and Alicia were certainly well-known on the Dawn Continent, but they were hardly household names.

Besides, from the looks of it, Anton had clearly guessed their identities before they even introduced themselves.

This wasn't the kind of knowledge an Elf from a minor clan would possess.

Of course, slaying a Giant Dragon wasn't something an ordinary Elf could do either.

Anton was clearly not as simple as they had imagined.