Inside the hall, every gaze was fixed on Evan Lin.
The Su family members all looked uneasy.
Even they only knew that Evan Lin’s strength was extraordinary, not something ordinary people could match, and none of them dared to dig too deeply into his background.
After all, many martial artists—especially the truly powerful ones—don’t like others prying too much into their secrets.
Now, hearing Night Summer ask so bluntly, they worried Evan might get angry.
Victor Su even regretted helping bring Evan here—compared to siding with Nightstar, he’d much rather stand with Evan Lin.
“You want this boxing technique?”
Evan asked curiously, with no intention of answering Night Summer’s question: “If you want it, I can teach you.”
“The requirements for practicing this technique aren’t high—you guys are just right for it. If you can reach the ninth star and throw the ninth punch, it’s basically enough to handle most opponents.”
Evan spoke calmly.
Nightstar fights for the nation, but Evan Lin doesn’t have that level of patriotic zeal—he’s not about to dedicate his future to serving the country.
Still, Evan doesn’t mind—he’s happy to let them have the Nine-Star Burst Fist to boost their strength. Consider it his way of contributing to the country.
No matter how you look at it, in Evan’s eyes, the Nine-Star Burst Fist is honestly just an ordinary thing.
“What do you mean, the requirements for practicing this technique aren’t high and we’re just right for it?”
Night Sparrow raised an eyebrow at that, her tone full of annoyance.
“Just stating the facts.”
Evan glanced at her, his calm demeanor only making Night Sparrow even more irritated.
“This boxing technique is indeed powerful, but for us, maybe it’s still lacking a bit.”
Night Summer shook his head, looking at Evan Lin: “I think you’ve misunderstood. What I want is for you to help introduce us to the real owner of this boxing technique.”
“I think, if he could create this technique, maybe he has even more advanced boxing arts. And as the middleman, I promise to keep your role confidential. Beyond that, I can also guarantee that Nightstar will, within our authority, do one major thing for you free of charge.”
Within our authority, we’ll do one thing for you, free of charge.
As soon as Night Summer said this, the Su family members’ expressions changed slightly.
Nightstar’s power is no joke—such a promise is worth more than gold, far beyond what money can buy. It’s clear they’re determined to get what they came for today.
“First, this boxing technique really is well-suited to you.”
“Second, the person you want to meet is me. I created this technique years ago, just on a whim—it’s mine from the start.”
As Evan spoke, he set down his teacup.
To the Su family, these words weren’t all that shocking.
After all, the Evan Lin before them is the one who personally buried the Pointing-to-Mystery powerhouse, Morgan Yang—a terrifying existence!
For someone like him, no matter what he does or says, it all seems perfectly normal to them.
But Night Summer, usually gentle as ever, actually frowned.
“You created it yourself?” Night Sparrow sneered, crossing her arms as she looked at Evan. “I know some masters like to keep things simple, but I’ve never seen one as sloppy and shameless as you.”
“Do you even realize how hard it is to create a whole boxing system? It’s not just about inventing the moves—you have to design a route that links up the bones and muscle patterns, so the whole body moves as one!”
“Only with a seamless system can you keep gathering strength and unleash it in full! Even a peak first-grade Vajra would need years to create a fist art like that!”
“And you’re saying that Nine-Star Burst Fist was your own creation?”
“And you just casually made it up years ago?”
“Shameless bragging!”
Night Sparrow’s voice was harsh, her eyes even sharper.
She locked her gaze on Evan, trying to crush him with sheer momentum and see through him.
But to Night Sparrow’s disappointment, after staring for ages, she found Evan Lin completely unmoved by her words.
“Everyone, why don’t we have a bite first? I had some snacks prepared—how about we eat while we talk?”
Seeing things get tense, Victor Su quickly spoke up.
Neither Nightstar nor Evan Lin were people he wanted to provoke.
With the atmosphere so tense, the pressure on him was immense.
“No need to be so polite, Colonel Su,” Night Summer let out a long breath, glanced at Victor Su, and nodded. “I understand what you mean. Don’t worry—since we’re the ones who dropped by uninvited, we won’t make things difficult for you.”
After saying this, he stood up, looked at Evan Lin, thought for a moment, and spoke: “How about this.”
“Since you say you created this technique, and it’s suitable for us, how about you come out and demonstrate?”
“Earlier, Night Sparrow sparred with Xu Fei in the Tiger Special Forces and learned a bit of the basics. For fairness, let’s agree that in this match, nobody uses Vajra-Realm external force—just fists and kicks to decide the winner.”
Night Summer continued, looking at Evan: “If you win, we’ll apologize to you.”
“If you lose, then please tell us who really owns this technique. How about it?”
He looked at Evan Lin, smiling.