It was a cold winter night. The sky was dark purple, and the ground was silver white.
Yuan Kuang came out of a Tavern, a little tipsy, and walked into a secluded Street.
It was his 30th birthday.
The 30-year-old Yuan han was still a third-rate figure in the pugilistic world.
In terms of appearance, he was considered ordinary and not handsome.
In terms of intelligence, he could be considered reasonable, but he could not be considered smart.
As for his martial arts talent ... He was indeed stronger than the average person. Unfortunately, his master was a third-rate figure like him, and could only teach him some rough and low-class Kung Fu.
All in all ... He was a man with mediocre looks, mediocre wisdom, and mediocre martial arts.
In the pugilistic world, a person like him would most likely never be able to make a name for himself.
