Suddenly, the potential points in his vision instantly dropped to zero.
"[Skill: Sandboxing for Beginners (9/100)]" A blur suddenly appeared, within which some numbers could be vaguely seen frantically jumping.
From single digits to double, then to triple digits!
The speed was so fast, it was nearly the blink of an eye.
Hum.
Bai Xiao's vision blurred for a moment, then once again became clear.
"[Your profession 'Fighter', experience +5]"
"[Your professional skill 'Sandboxing for Beginners' experience +100]"
"[Professional skill 'Sandboxing for Beginners' has upgraded to 'Sandboxing Novice']"
He looked closely and saw that the professional panel had undergone some changes.
"[Profession: Fighter LV.1 (7/100)]"
"[Talent: Pure Heart]"
"[Skill: Sandboxing Novice (9/200)]"
"With the blessing of the Pure Heart talent, it would have taken at least half a month to break through to Sandboxing Novice. But now, it took only one second!"
Bai Xiao reveled in this sensation of leaping progress.
But before he had the chance to take a closer look at the professional panel, his brain suddenly shook violently, as if a torrent of information was flooding in, making him slightly lose focus. Bai Xiao's shoulders swayed, and he began to breathe rapidly.
A full minute passed before he caught his breath with a big gasp.
Just now, Bai Xiao had experienced the strength phase of Sandboxing Novice in his mind: all the training and fighting methods. It all felt as if he had personally experienced months of sandbox training. Various combat techniques and movements gradually merged into his body, bit by bit.
"This feeling of fulfillment..."
Bai Xiao muttered to himself, slowly clenching his fist.
"Fascinating."
However, in the next second, a sudden feeling of weakness overcame him.
"What's this..."
He felt a sudden soreness all over his body, his joints weak and powerless. He felt utterly drained, like he had bled too much or had low blood sugar. And for some reason, Bai Xiao felt very hungry and desperately wanted to eat something.
His stomach churned, saliva flowed, and he was so hungry that he felt dizzy.
"Definitely related to the instantaneous upgrade of my Sandboxing to Novice!"
Bai Xiao quickly grabbed his phone and hurriedly rushed downstairs.
At 20:20, he arrived home with difficulty, along with a large pile of food.
A heap of carbohydrates, various meats, two servings of broth.
Bai Xiao buried his head and began to eat voraciously, never before had he found eating so enjoyable.
He ate messily, his mouth dripping with grease, with no table manners to speak of.
Twenty minutes later, Bai Xiao burped contentedly, leaning back in his chair half-reclined. The black table was a mess, stained with various soup splatters and bones greased.
"Awesome!"
Now standing up, he paused briefly before entering the bathroom.
Shower, change clothes, pack backpack, all together took ten minutes.
In the blue canvas bag, filled with chocolates and compressed biscuits.
At 20:50, Bai Xiao went downstairs, moving swiftly.
By nine in the evening, Bai Xiao arrived at Wutong Road, Sakura Bird Bar.
This time, he was a bit late, but the manager of the security department did not blame him, turning a blind eye instead. After all, Bai Xiao was only occasionally late.
If he dared to be late often, the manager certainly wouldn't be so generous.
At Sakura Bird Bar, the passionate waves of music began again, multicolored lights flickering in a daze, silhouettes of men and women interweaving among each other. The surrounding white porcelain walls reflected ever-changing colors, and glasses clinked in the booths.
In a corner, Bai Xiao, dressed in a black security uniform, stood silently in the shadows. He would occasionally reach into his pocket to pop a piece of chocolate into his mouth. Not even five minutes passed before Bai Xiao took out a compressed biscuit.
Eating, always eating.
It was as if his body wanted to reclaim all the time it had spanned from beginner to a minor achievement in Sandboxing.
Bai Xiao was gradually understanding the reasons.
Adding Potential Points could certainly elevate him to a higher realm.
But such an enhancement required a corresponding consumption of body nutrients to fill the entire deficit. Bai Xiao calculated that if he didn't use his Pure Heart talent, it might take him several months to reach a minor achievement in Sandboxing. The muscle mass and physical quality developed over these months would all need to be replenished by a continuous external intake of nutrients.
Was this a bad thing?
No, it was a good thing!
This meant that as his professional Skill in Sandboxing improved, Bai Xiao's overall body attributes would also benefit! That made sense, how could one practice Sandboxing for a few months and remain in the same physical condition?
Physical quality and muscle strength are the foundation of all skills.
A skull soldier, bare-handed, would never be able to defeat a burly man.
"Ah!"
As Bai Xiao was pondering this, he suddenly heard a scream in the distance.
He turned his head to look and saw a few bursts of laser light illuminating the area.
A man wearing a floral shirt with a necklace suddenly stood up, holding a green beer bottle in his left hand, pointing with his right at two girls sitting opposite.
Clearly, some kind of altercation was occurring in that booth.
Bai Xiao watched from a distance, and something swift flashed before his eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, he took a step and walked briskly towards it. His black leather shoes, mandated by the night club's dress code, clicked on the floor tiles.
As he drew closer, Bai Xiao could hear the fierce argument between the two sides.
"So you don't want face, huh?"
"You fucking bitch, who are you trying to impress with that act?"
The man in the floral shirt was arrogant, his voice booming, and his shoulders and neck adorned with black dragon tattoos, along with an earring, gave the impression of a gangster.
The two scantily clad girls clearly looked scared, shrinking back timidly. Next to them, other patrons at the booths turned their heads to look over.
"Today, I'm in the mood to hit women!"
The man in the floral shirt stepped forward, as if about to make a move.
Suddenly, the figure of a black-clad security guard appeared next to the booth.
Bai Xiao stood straight to the side and spoke up to warn.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but fighting is prohibited in the bar."
The two women, seeming to find a protector, hurriedly moved closer to Bai Xiao. Meanwhile, the man in the floral shirt, whether intoxicated or just used to being arrogant, turned around and glared at Bai Xiao.
"You trying to play hero, kid?"
Bai Xiao, expressionless, replied, "I'm sorry, but fighting is prohibited in the bar."
"Fuck you, is that all you can say?"
The man in the floral shirt lifted the beer bottle in his hand, the bottom facing Bai Xiao.
Bai Xiao responded once more, "Fighting is prohibited in the bar."
"I'll make you keep saying that!"
The man in the floral shirt bulged his eyes, his face turning red, and swung the beer bottle towards Bai Xiao. But in the next instant, as the lights flickered, dimming and then brightening, the scene changed.
The man in the floral shirt was pinned against the backrest of the booth, in a position indicating he was being grappled, hissing in pain. Above him, Bai Xiao had grabbed his wrist with his right hand, twisting the man's left arm behind his back, while his left hand was braced against his shoulder, executing a standard shoulder-lock elbow twist.
Sandboxing competitions didn't include Grapple Skill, but standard Sandboxing instruction for self-defense often includes special Grapple Skill teaching.
As the man in the floral shirt howled in pain, the men and women around the booths turned their gaze curiously towards the scene. Other security guards from a distance also hurried over, evidently alerted by the situation.
"Thank you, thank you so much..."
The two women recovered from their shock.
With a sigh of relief, they quickly expressed their gratitude.
Bai Xiao turned his head slightly toward them, nodding slightly, without speaking.
His attention was captured by the professional panel in front of him.
[Profession: Security Guard (Activated)]
[Condition: Fulfilling his duty√]