The sun sank in the west, and a bone-chilling wind blew.
Dusk, as black as ink, spilled across the sky, leaving only a vast, desolate expanse.
On the Seven Stars Gang's Martial Arts Arena, the piled-up snow had yet to melt, casting a faint blue glow. At its edge stood a few old trees, their withered, bone-like branches stabbing at the sky.
The world was bleak and desolate. The only sound was the wind whining through the trees, like a mournful cry.
It was in this deepening twilight that Chu Fan's figure could be seen moving with frantic speed.
His feet pounded through the mud, the crunch of crushed ice a constant sound in his ears.
The air was freezing, but he was soaked in sweat.
The intermingling of hot and cold created an indescribable sensation.
[Art: Running Technique (Perfection) Progress (1491/1500)]
Only nine more experience points to go...
The Running Technique was on the verge of Breaking the Limit!
