“I heard that you’re from Buckwood, Brother York. Where did your master come from, if I may ask?”

Justin stared at Harvey with an odd look.

“Are you of the Wing Chun descent, or are you from the Hong Kuen descent?”

To Justin, these were only two lines of martial arts that had actual professionals within Buckwood.

“Neither.”

Harvey showed no emotion. He had been learning killer tactics and offensive moves from hundreds of other schools, and he was not following a certain type of martial art.

“You have no school at all? You learned everything on your own?”

Justin froze, then burst out laughing.

“Did you get to this point by just casually learning? You must be an actual genius!”

“I did. I’ve learned from hundreds of schools by now.”

Harvey shot an indifferent look at Justin.

“If you must ask how I learned everything I know, I bought a bunch of secret texts online. I’ll send you a set if you want”

“Is that so…”

Harvey seemed like he was telling the truth, so Justin did not pre