The crowd had grown accustomed to Yang Zhen's peculiar behavior; had he suddenly started playing by the rules, they might have felt uncomfortable.
Zhang Zongjin, lying on the ground with a brooding, dispirited expression on his face, was too busy pondering why he had been defeated to even respond to Yang Zhen. He didn't so much as blink when Yang Zhen pried the secret manual from his arms.
Watching Yang Zhen thoroughly examine the Martial Skill manual inside and out, as if checking its authenticity, left everyone feeling a chill down their spine. They all resolved that they would rather risk their lives fighting a Great Sect disciple like Zhang Zongjin than provoke a freak like Yang Zhen.
