Chapter 7: Changes Brought by Skill Point Allocation

Suddenly, the potential points in his vision dropped to zero.

[Skill: Sanda Introduction (9/100)]blurred suddenly, with numbers seemingly jumping frantically inside.

From single digits to double digits, then to triple digits!

The speed was so fast, it all happened in a blink.

Buzz.

Blake's vision blurred, then cleared again.

[Your occupation 'Fighter' has gained +5 experience]

[Your skill 'Sanda Introduction' has gained +100 experience]

[Skill 'Sanda Introduction' has upgraded to 'Sanda Proficiency']

Looking closely, the occupation panel had undergone some changes.

[Occupation: Fighter LV.1 (7/100)]

[Talent: Pure Heart]

[Skill: Sanda Proficiency (9/200)]

"With the Pure Heart talent, it would have taken at least half a month to break through to Sanda Proficiency. Now, I did it in just one second!"

Blake relished the feeling of rapid progress.

But before he could look at the occupation panel for long, a massive influx of information flooded his brain, causing him to feel slightly disoriented. Blake's shoulders shook, and his breathing became rapid.

A full minute passed before he took a deep breath and came back to his senses.

Blake had just experienced the strength stage of Sanda Proficiency in his mind, encompassing all the training methods and techniques. It felt as if he had personally practiced Sanda for several months. Every combat technique and movement had been integrated into his body.

"This sense of fulfillment…"

Blake murmured to himself, slowly clenching his fist.

"It's addictive."

However, the next second, a wave of weakness hit him.

"What's this…"

He felt an overall soreness and weakness in his joints like he was extremely fatigued or had low blood sugar. Additionally, Blake felt an intense hunger, his stomach growling and salivating.

He was so hungry that he felt faint.

"It's definitely related to instantly upgrading Sanda to Proficiency!"

Blake quickly grabbed his phone and rushed downstairs.

20:20, he struggled home, carrying a large amount of food.

A hefty amount of carbs, various meats, and two servings of rich broth.

Blake devoured the food ravenously, enjoying it more than ever.

His mouth was greasy, eating with no regard for manners.

Twenty minutes later, Blake burped contentedly, reclining in his chair. The black tabletop was a mess, covered in soup stains, bones, and grease.

"Nice!"

He stood up, took a moment to compose himself, and walked into the bathroom.

Shower, change clothes, pack his backpack—all in ten minutes.

The blue canvas bag was now filled with chocolate and compressed biscuits.

20:50, Blake headed downstairs swiftly.

At 9 PM, Blake arrived at Wutong Road, at the Sakura Bird Bar.

This time, he was a bit late, but the security manager didn't reprimand him, turning a blind eye instead. After all, Blake was only occasionally late.

If he dared to be late often, the manager wouldn't be so lenient.

At the Sakura Bird Bar, the passionate music started again, colorful lights flashing, with men and women mingling. The white porcelain walls reflected various colors, and glasses clinked in the booths.

In a corner, Blake, dressed in a black security uniform, stood silently in the shadows. He occasionally reached into his pocket for a piece of chocolate, popping it into his mouth. Every five minutes, Blake took out a compressed biscuit.

Eating, and eating again.

It was as if his body needed to make up for all the time he had skipped from Sanda Introduction to Sanda Proficiency. Blake gradually understood the reason.

Using potential points to level up did allow him to reach higher realms.

But this improvement required corresponding nutritional intake to compensate for the deficit. Blake calculated that without the Pure Heart talent, it might have taken him several months to upgrade Sanda to Proficiency. During those months, the muscle mass and physical fitness he would have developed needed constant nutritional support to sustain.

Is this a bad thing?

No, it's a good thing!

This meant that as his Sanda skill improved, Blake's overall physical attributes would also enhance! That's how it should be—how could one practice Sanda for months and not improve physically?

Physical fitness and muscle strength are the foundation of all techniques.

A goblin could never defeat a strong man barehanded.

"Ah!"

Blake Bai was deep in thought when he suddenly heard a scream in the distance.

He turned his head and saw several laser beams illuminating the area.

A man in a floral shirt with a necklace stood up abruptly, holding a green beer bottle in his left hand and pointing at two girls sitting opposite him with his right hand.

Clearly, there seemed to be some conflict at that booth.

Blake observed from a distance, noticing something flashing quickly before his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he moved quickly, striding towards the commotion. The sound of his black leather shoes, as required by the nightclub, echoed on the tiles.

As he got closer, Blake could hear the heated argument between the two parties.

"Don't know what's good for you, huh?"

"You slut, who are you trying to fool with that act?"

The man in the floral shirt was arrogant and loud, with black dragon tattoos on his shoulders and neck, and earrings, looking like a thug.

The two scantily clad girls were visibly scared, shrinking back. Nearby, some booth patrons also turned to look.

"I'm going to hit a woman tonight!"

The floral shirt man stepped forward, seemingly about to make a move.

Suddenly, a figure in a black security uniform appeared beside the booth.

Blake stood straight and reminded him.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but fighting is not allowed in the bar."

The two girls, seeing Blake as a protector, quickly moved closer to him. The floral shirt man, possibly drunk or just used to being arrogant, turned to glare at Blake.

"Trying to play hero, huh?"

Blake remained expressionless. "I'm sorry, but fighting is not allowed in the bar."

"Fuck you, is that all you can say?"

The man lifted the beer bottle, aiming it at Blake.

Blake repeated, "Fighting is not allowed in the bar."

"I'll make you say it!"

The man roared, face red with anger, and swung the bottle at Blake. In the next moment, the lights flashed, and the scene went dark before brightening again.

The man in the floral shirt was already pinned against the booth seat, in a restrained position, hissing in pain. Above him, Blake had his right hand gripping the man's wrist, twisting his left arm behind his back, and his left hand pressing down on his shoulder in a standard shoulder lock.

Sanda competitions don't include grappling techniques, but general Sanda training for self-defence often includes such lessons.

As the man in the floral shirt cried out in pain, the patrons in the nearby booths turned to watch, curious about the scene. Other security guards quickly approached, having noticed the situation.

"Thank you, thank you..."

The two girls, having calmed down from their panic, breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him profusely.

Blake nodded slightly at them without speaking, his attention fully on the occupation panel before him.

[Occupation: Security Guard (Activating)]

[Condition: Perform your duties √]