adbindia Chapter 242: Thirty Minutes of Arrogance
Chapter 242: Thirty Minutes of Arrogance
Thirty Minutes of Arrogance
After she left, the two old fellows looked at Julian D’Aurelius and said, "Young Master Julian, even if Wren Tyson were to ask, it wouldn’t help. If you’re willing, we can bring them out for you to learn now; if not, then forget it."
The study room fell quiet once more.
The heavy wooden door had barely stopped shaking from Yana Tyson’s departure. Outside, faint footsteps echoed down the corridor before gradually fading away.
Inside, only the scent of aged paper and sandalwood remained.
The two Tyson Family elders sat calmly, their expressions carrying the confidence of men who believed the situation was already under their control.
One of them took a sip of tea before speaking again.
"We’ve already shown enough sincerity."
The other nodded.
"Not everyone gets this opportunity."
His gaze swept over Julian D’Aurelius.
"If you regret it now, there’s still time."
Julian merely smiled.
His golden eyes remained calm and unhurried.
No frustration.
No hesitation.
No sign of being pressured.
"Let’s get on with it."
His voice was gentle as always.
The simple response caused both elders to raise their eyebrows.
They had expected some bargaining.
Perhaps a request for more time.
Maybe even an attempt to seek better conditions.
Instead, Julian agreed immediately.
Lina Ashford crossed her arms and smiled faintly.
"See?"
"I told you."
Liza Voss nodded confidently.
"Young Master Julian never wastes time arguing over things he has already decided."
Julian couldn’t be bothered to haggle with the two old men.
To him, thirty minutes and three hours made little difference.
If he could learn it, he could learn it.
If he couldn’t, then ten years would still be insufficient.
Seeing Julian’s decisiveness, the two old fellows increasingly felt he was brainless.
One elder secretly shook his head.
The other nearly laughed.
This young man truly looked intelligent.
Unfortunately, intelligence and wisdom were clearly not the same thing.
He didn’t even know how to negotiate.
One elder leaned back in his chair.
"Young people nowadays are really impatient."
The other chuckled.
"They always think talent can solve everything."
The first elder nodded.
"And then reality teaches them a lesson."
The two exchanged amused glances.
In their eyes, Julian had already fallen into their trap.
Did he really think the Tyson Family’s two ancient martial arts techniques were like multiplication tables? That you could memorize them just by glancing at them?
Ridiculous.
Even talented descendants of the Tyson Family needed years merely to understand the fundamentals.
The deeper mysteries hidden inside the manuals often took decades to uncover.
Yet this young man acted as though he was borrowing a book from a library.
One elder couldn’t resist speaking.
"Young Master Julian."
"Hm?"
"If you discover halfway through that it’s too difficult, don’t force yourself."
The old man stroked his beard.
"No one will laugh at you."
The second elder added immediately.
"That’s right."
"Admitting one’s limits is also wisdom."
Julian simply smiled politely.
"Thank you for the reminder."
His courteous response left the two elders oddly dissatisfied.
Why wasn’t this kid embarrassed?
Why wasn’t he nervous?
Why did he still look so calm?
The two old fellows could only suppress their irritation.
After a brief pause, they stood up.
They took out keys and opened the safe, retrieving two brand new manuals to hand to Julian D’Aurelius.
Click.
Click.
The sound of several locks echoed throughout the room.
The safe itself was built into the wall behind a massive bookshelf.
Clearly, these manuals were considered treasures.
The steel door slowly opened.
Inside rested numerous carefully protected documents.
The two elders reached inside and removed two thick manuals wrapped in protective cloth.
The original manuals handed down from their ancestors had been carefully preserved.
Generations of Tyson Family descendants had protected them.
The pages were too precious to be handled frequently.
Time had long since turned them into priceless heirlooms.
These two were hand-copied in recent years.
Though they lacked the historical value of the originals, every word remained identical.
One elder handed them over carefully.
"Take good care of them."
The other warned.
"Even these copies required tremendous effort to reproduce."
Julian accepted both manuals with a nod.
"Thank you."
His respectful attitude slightly improved their impression of him.
Slightly.
Julian D’Aurelius took them and began scanning through them at a speed of ten lines at a glance.
The moment the first page opened, his eyes moved rapidly.
Page after page.
Line after line.
His gaze swept across the text like a flowing river.
The pages turned continuously.
Rustle.
Rustle.
Rustle.
The sound echoed through the room.
Lina blinked.
Liza blinked.
The two elders stared.
Then stared harder.
Seeing him flip through the books faster than reading a novel, the two old men felt a sense of humiliation!
One elder’s face darkened.
The other nearly slammed his teacup onto the table.
What was this kid thinking?
Their household’s treasured martial arts manuals were being treated like entertainment literature.
Page after page vanished beneath Julian’s fingertips.
There wasn’t even a pause for reflection.
These were the ancient martial arts techniques passed down through generations of the Tyson Family.
Techniques countless descendants dreamed of mastering.
Techniques that carried the pride and history of the household.
Given such a rare opportunity to learn, did he think he was reading a novel?
The first elder finally couldn’t remain silent.
"Young Master Julian."
"Hm?"
Julian didn’t even stop turning pages.
The elder pointed at the manuals.
"Are you actually reading them?"
Lina immediately coughed to hide a laugh.
Liza bit her lip.
Julian looked up.
"Of course."
The elder’s eyelid twitched.
"Then why are you reading so quickly?"
Julian thought for a moment.
"Because it’s faster."
The room instantly fell silent.
The old man’s beard nearly stood upright from anger.
Because it’s faster?
What kind of answer was that?
Reading like that, what could he possibly learn?
The second elder finally snorted.
"Forget it."
"Let him do whatever he wants."
The first elder nodded.
"Exactly."
"He’ll understand soon enough."
The two men sat back down and watched.
At first, they expected Julian to slow down.
Then they expected him to stop and reread sections.
Then they expected him to ask questions.
None of that happened.
The pages continued turning.
One after another.
Like a gust of wind racing through a forest.
In less than five minutes, Julian D’Aurelius finished flipping through the two ancient martial arts manuals.
The final page closed.
The room became completely silent.
The two elders stared at him as if they had seen a ghost.
Five minutes.
Five minutes!
That was all it took.
One elder opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
He genuinely didn’t know what to say anymore.
Then he closed his eyes and quickly digested them using a rapid learning technique.
Julian sat calmly in his chair.
His breathing slowed.
His consciousness focused inward.
Countless words, diagrams, movement paths, and cultivation principles rapidly reorganized themselves inside his mind.
The Tyrant System silently assisted the process.
Knowledge merged.
Insights connected.
Complex theories became simple.
The two ancient martial arts techniques of the Tyson Family naturally reached the perfect stage in his mind.
Every movement.
Every breathing rhythm.
Every hidden principle.
Everything became crystal clear.
One of the Tyson Family’s ancient martial arts techniques was called "Dragon’s Tempest Step," which primarily enhanced speed and agility.
As Julian comprehended it, countless applications surfaced in his mind.
The footwork was mysterious and unpredictable.
Like a dragon soaring through clouds.
Like lightning dancing across the horizon.
When cultivated to perfection, it had a bit of the feel of the faster Speed.
Its explosive acceleration was particularly impressive.
Even Julian couldn’t help but give a small mental nod of approval.
Not bad.
The Tyson Family truly possessed some interesting inheritance.
The other technique was called "Triple Petal Shelter," which could convert true energy into hidden force!
Compared to Dragon’s Tempest Step, this technique was far more lethal.
Every strike concealed additional layers of power.
The enemy might block the first impact successfully.
But the hidden force would continue erupting afterward.
When this technique was cultivated to perfection, it could leave a triple layer of hidden force on the enemy during an attack, with considerable destructive power!
A faint smile appeared on Julian’s lips.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Several minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes.
Golden light seemed to flicker briefly within them before disappearing.
The two elders immediately sat upright.
Lina and Liza also looked over curiously.
Julian stretched slightly before standing up.
Then he smiled politely at the two stunned elders.
"All done."