Everyone looked at Yan Chuan.
The martial arts I painstakingly created hasn't even had time to cool down, yet the boxing manual has been stolen by many people. Thinking about it, anyone would probably be so angry they'd want to spit blood, right?
Especially for someone as stubbornly old school as Yan Chuan—
What is the Old School?
Stuck in their ways!
Clinging to their old broom!
This is the Old School!
In their minds, with Yan Chuan's thoughts and stance, he would never allow his martial arts to be leaked.
However.
They were mistaken—
"Steal my boxing manual?"
"There's no need."
