Fifteen Minutes of Opportunity
"Miss Tyson?"
Seeing her completely absorbed, Julian had to cough lightly to pull her back.
Only now did he truly understand why Yana Tyson carried the nickname Martial Arts Fanatic.
The woman looked like someone whose soul had just been dragged back into reality.
Yana blinked slowly, her striking orange eyes regaining focus one moment at a time. The martial arts manual remained in her hands, unmoving.
It suddenly seemed far heavier than before.
Not because of its weight.
But because of the terrifying value hidden within those pages.
She had only skimmed through a small portion, yet the depth behind the technique already left her inwardly shaken.
The flow of energy.
The structure of movement.
The hidden transitions between stances.
Elegant.
Precise.
Dangerous.
This was absolutely not an ordinary Old Martial Arts technique.
