Chapter 8: Visible Progress
Security guards, security guards, their primary duty is to ensure safety, right?
So activating the security guard occupation this time was only natural.
[You have activated a new occupation: Security Guard!]
The panel flashed slightly.
[Occupation: Security Guard LV.1 (1/100)]
[Skill: Patrolling LV.1 (1/100)]
There was no occupation talent similar to what he got when activating Fighter, which must be reserved for particularly powerful and promising occupations.
[Do you want to set the occupation 'Security Guard' as your main occupation?]
No!
Such an ordinary occupation should be treated as a secondary one, leveling up normally. When it becomes well-developed, it can be used to extract potential points to nurture the main occupation.
Blake Bai's thinking was very clear.
Two minutes later, the little commotion at the booth was over.
The man in the floral shirt was restrained, and Blake quietly stepped aside.
He pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and chewed.
The bitter and smooth taste filled his mouth, soothing his throat.
"Hey, Blake, not bad. When did you learn that grappling move? Have you been specially trained?" Beside him, a middle-aged security guard around thirty years old turned his head. He had a typical face, thick eyebrows, and a very friendly demeanor.
Wang Ping.
The most sociable member of the security team, always ready to chat with anyone.
Blake chewed the chocolate and was about to reply.
Up ahead, the security manager, wearing a white shirt, with slicked-back hair and a potbelly, hurried over. He looked at Blake and praised him.
"Blake, come to collect your bonus after your shift, seven hundred."
It was a normal reward and punishment system; Blake prevented a potential fight, so the security team gave him a cash reward. It also served as an example for other security guards, encouraging them to perform their duties diligently.
Once everything settled down, the nightclub atmosphere returned to normal.
Party! Party all night! Until two in the morning.
In the employee area of the Sakura Bird Bar, Blake collected his bonus.
He was in a good mood, having activated the security guard occupation and earning some money.
Changing his clothes, Blake walked towards the back door.
On the way, he ran into Wang Ping.
The two started chatting.
Initially, Blake wasn't very interested.
Until Wang Ping began talking about a rumor from the previous night.
Apparently, a girl had disappeared on Wutong Street last night and hadn't been found after a whole day. It was rumored that she might have been abducted.
Wang Ping spoke with a hint of ambiguity, even envy.
Many girls coming to the nightclub were beautiful and had hot bodies.
Dressed provocatively and drunk, they were like tempting dishes.
Blake listened to Wang Ping's words, frowning.
Because last night, he encountered a lunatic, a madman?
Blake couldn't describe it accurately, but he felt that the shadowy figure he encountered in the alley last night had an inhuman, terrifying aura.
Was the girl's disappearance related to that shadow?
Blake had his suspicions but didn't want to jump to conclusions.
With many bars and nightclubs in the area, incidents of abduction did happen. Plus, Wang Ping's rumor might not be true.
After a brief chat, the two parted ways.
Blake, chewing on a piece of chocolate, rode his beloved bike.
This time, he didn't take the shortcut through alleys but rode along the brightly lit and bustling main road towards his home.
On the way, Blake was startled by a drunkard.
While passing an intersection, a staggering figure suddenly rushed out, making Blake think it was the shadowy figure from last night. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a drunken man.
Returning to his rental apartment in Sunshine Neighborhood, the warm light came on.
Blake carried a white plastic bag and gently placed it on the table by the window. The bag was open, revealing a pile of rich midnight snacks.
He needed to satisfy his body's craving for nutrition.
For those practicing martial arts and Sanda, eating well was essential.
Building a strong physique and solid muscles through good nutrition was crucial for fighting.
At 2:40 AM, Blake finished his meal and went to sleep peacefully.
The curtain was slightly ajar, allowing the cold moonlight to stream in from outside, casting a silhouette of the young man sleeping peacefully on the bed.
As time ticked by, a slow and persistent transformation was steadily taking place. Blake Bai's arms, exposed outside the blanket, gradually showed more defined muscle contours, creating a sense of hard curves.
Faintly visible were a few blue veins pulsing beneath the skin.
"Ring, ring, ring…"
The alarm clock went off, and the golden sunlight was already spilling onto the bed.
Blake's eyes snapped open, his black pupils staring at the ceiling.
His vision was slightly blurry as he quickly got up and threw off the blanket.
Almost immediately, Blake noticed something unusual.
His arms had become noticeably thicker, with much more defined muscle contours.
He quickly stood up, took off his shirt, and walked into the bathroom.
In front of the mirror stood a young man about 1.77 meters tall, quietly observing his body. His chest, abs, shoulders, and arms all showed varying degrees of muscle growth, conveying a sense of strength. There were even tree-branch-like dark red growth marks on the skin near the muscles.
Though his physique wasn't as impressive as those who train professionally, he now had a sense of fitness surpassing the average person.
"Is this the physical change brought by reaching Sanda Proficiency?"
Blake murmured to himself as he looked at his body.
Swish!
Suddenly, he threw a punch at the mirror, quick as lightning.
His fist stopped just short of the mirror as if meeting the reflection of his own punch.
"Good."
A faint smile appeared on Blake's face.
Then, he quickly took care of his morning routine, washing up and getting dressed.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Blake was now wearing a blue shirt. He grabbed the neatly packed canvas bag from the bed with one hand and slung it over his shoulder.
With the other hand, he opened the door, his gaze slightly vacant as he looked at the door panel.
[Character Panel]
[Name: Blake Bai]
[Strength: 10.1 → 11.0]
[Speed: 9.6 → 10.1]
[Constitution: 9.8 → 10.5]
[Willpower: 10.8 → 11.0]
All four attributes had increased, with the most significant being the 0.9 increase in strength.
The hardest to improve was willpower, which only increased by 0.2.
"This is just the beginning…"
With a click, the door opened.
Pujiang District, Yanshi Road, Bai Niao Martial Arts Academy.
In the No. 2 training hall, warm-up and training had already begun.
More than thirty students in gray training uniforms were continually throwing punches and kicks. Most of them were merely imitating the movements, and despite practicing Sanda for a few days, their moves were still subpar. Except for two corners…
Zhang Hongtao's long-time focus, Guo Hao, was making powerful, precise movements with his arms, his punches nearly reaching standard form.
To achieve this level in just a few days showed great potential.
While Zhang Hongtao could understand and appreciate Guo Hao's progress,
Blake Bai's performance left him somewhat perplexed.
Swish, swish, swish!
Blake's Sanda moves were exceptionally precise, his punches and kicks swift and powerful. Unlike Guo Hao, Blake's movements had a natural fluidity and coordination, without any stiffness or forced effort, as if he had been practicing Sanda for several months.
"This kid... has he completely figured it out?!"