Chapter 735 The Hand Behind the Curtain

• As days slipped by, Lewis Snow had been recuperating at the Dragon Squad Association base for over a week. His body was slowly getting back on track, and his sharpened mental strength made his senses razor‑keen—everything within a hundred meters was crystal clear to him.
• During this stretch, Lewis didn’t sit idle. Ashford Steele brought him a stack of rare, old‑world manuscripts from the Old-World Combat circle—personal notes and insights from martial artist elders. He hoped it could help. After all, the True Martial realm was mostly the stuff of legend, and Lewis only had a foggy grasp on it.
• Even if the True Martial realm was a higher evolution of martial arts, that shouldn’t mean a barren energy sea inside. And it wasn’t like Lewis had gone berserk or lost control. So the empty core puzzled him. He needed a fix.