Holy Fist!

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

An electric bike set off from Sunshine District, weaving through various food outlets and residential areas. The rich aroma of the meals lingered in the insulated box. Every time the lid was lifted, a waft of steam would escape.

The surroundings of the university town were all areas where Bai Xiao competed for delivery orders.

During his training at the martial arts gym today, he had deliberately reserved some usage time of his "Pure Heart" talent to speed up the experience acquisition for his delivery job. Based on Bai Xiao's observation over this period, the "Pure Heart" talent was most effective at boosting experience gain for the Fighter occupation, while it only provided a boost for the other two. Therefore, he prioritized using it on his Fighter occupation.

He would only consider using the leftovers for his security guard and delivery jobs.

Today, his delivery job also enjoyed a rare indulgence.

The "Pure Heart" talent lasted for quite a while.

Three hours passed, and it was about seven-ten in the evening.

Bai Xiao parked his own Hummer in the parking shed, locked it up, and put it to charge. He strode upstairs, changing into a set of black shorts and long pants.

As he changed, his gaze remained vacant, staring ahead.

[Your occupation "Delivery Person" has gained +12 experience.]

[Your occupational skill "Electric Bike Driving" has gained +17 experience.]

[Your occupational skill "Urban Route Mastery" has gained +18 experience.]

As expected, all skills leveled up to Level 3.

[Occupation: Delivery Person LV.2 (98/200)]

[Skill 1: Electric Bike Driving LV.3 (6/300)]

(Extractable)

[Skill 2: Urban Route Mastery LV.3 (1/300)]

(Extractable)

"Dark Red!"

With Bai Xiao's focus, both of the delivery job's skills started to blur as if enveloped in a layer of mist.

Half a breath later, the modifier appeared.

[Dark Red Modifier]

[Potential Points: 4]

Scanning over them, his Fighter occupation, besides the fully realized Sandboxing, had dark red plus signs appearing next to the other three occupational skills.

"Jujutsu Mastery or Boxing Mastery?"

"Just pick one."

After some thought, Bai Xiao decided to allocate the four Potential Points to Boxing. But he wouldn't add them now; he'd wait until before he went to rest in the evening. This way, he'd wake up the next day with the enhancements completed by the morning.

Just as he finished changing and stood at the door, ready to go downstairs.

Bai Tang sent him a message on YY.

"Brother, I'm waiting for you at the south gate of the school."

What followed was a video of a campus intersection. Cars passed through the road, shops shone with bright lights. Groups of university students, full of youth and in high spirits, walked quickly, chatting and laughing.

Bai Xiao: Okay, I'm coming. I'll be there within fifteen minutes.

Bai Tang was attending Nanjiang University of Technology, which was also within the bounds of the university town. Bai Xiao just needed to go to the bus stop near Sunshine District and take the 112 bus. He could reach the entrance of Nanjiang University of Technology in about ten minutes straight.

After turning off his phone screen, he opened the security door and hurried downstairs.

At the nearest bus stop, Bai Xiao waited for just a couple of minutes.

The frequently arriving bus number 112 soon came, its lights aglow.

He boarded with his phone in hand.

...

Nanjiang University of Technology, directly outside its south gate, is a street bustling with eateries.

Smooth marble bollards dotted the area, marking off a space that, along with the verdant flower beds and greenery surrounding it, created an especially pleasant environment.

The school gates were wide open, students entering and exiting, some talking animatedly, while others discussed celebrity gossip.

Stepping into a university campus is completely different from high school; it essentially means you've already stepped halfway into society. The students coming and going through the south gate were fashionably dressed with necklaces, earrings, and even tattoos—accessories that broadcasted their individuality. The girls wore make up like internet influencers.

Boys also followed the fashion trends, learning from the recommendations of short video bloggers.

Among this crowd, there stood a clean and fresh-looking big boy next to the bus stop, waiting quietly. His knees were somewhat whitened blue jeans, a light grey crewneck shirt, and a pair of canvas shoes.

A very ordinary outfit, but the person wearing it was undeniably handsome.

At a height of 1.75 meters, he had a somewhat lean frame. His face was gentle and fair, with delicate and straight eyebrows, especially a pair of phoenix eyes. If placed on the face of any girl, these would definitely be a plus, but even now on a man, they didn't seem out of place.

He seemed gentle and approachable at a glance.

"Beep!"

"The bus has arrived, please exit from the rear door..."

At the nearby bus station platform, bus number 112, painted in green, came to a halt.

The rear door hissed open.

In the distance, the black-haired young man saw the bus arriving and looked up quickly. There were people coming off the bus from the rear door, two girls, a fat person, and a burly man in black; there was no sign of White Bird though.

Bai Tang lowered his head and lit up the phone screen, asking in YY.

Bai Tang: "Bro, are you on the next 112 bus?"

Bai Tang: "I didn't see you on this one that just passed."

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A second later, the phone screen flashed.

Bai Xiao: You didn't see me? But I've already seen you.

Bai Tang looked up, searching around: "Where?"

"Right here."

Hearing the familiar voice, Bai Tang turned his head abruptly to look.

To the left, about ten meters away on the sidewalk, a young man was quickly approaching, his tall and sturdy body wrapped in a short-sleeve shirt and long pants. His legs were straight and powerful, shoulders broad and solid, and his hard chest muscles pushed up against his clothing.

Come a little closer, the details more visible.

A standard inverted triangle body shape, the large arms and forearms exposed by the short sleeves were quite thick, and one could faintly see the veins under the honey-colored skin.

Moving his gaze upward, a very familiar face had become quite unfamiliar at that moment.

Straight and sharp sword-like eyebrows, cold and profound facial features, eyes black as ink and full of confidence, he was completely a ruggedly handsome type.

"Ah? Bro!?"

Bai Tang was stunned.

"How come I haven't seen you for a month or two, and you've become a super hunk?"

...

It wasn't until Bai Xiao and Bai Tang, the two brothers, arrived at Old Flavor Hotpot Restaurant and took their seats that Bai Tang still couldn't believe that his older brother had suddenly become so strong and stylish. It wasn't that Bai Tang didn't want Bai Xiao to become better; it was the impactful change in appearance that made it hard for someone to accept in such a short time. Now Bai Xiao was what, two or three sizes bigger than before?

"Bro, are these muscles real? They are not some kind of suit, right?"

Sitting in the hotpot restaurant, Bai Tang was still dumbfounded.

"Give me your hand." Bai Xiao extended his right arm and flexed, his biceps bulging. Bai Tang reached out and pinched it, the muscles clearly defined, firm and strong; they were by no means fake. Bai Tang estimated roughly that Bai Xiao's arm was at least twice as thick as his own.

"Wow, bro, which martial arts gym did you go to, to develop all these muscles?" Bai Tang said with a hint of envy as he withdrew his hand.

"White Bird." Bai Xiao responded indifferently.

"White Bird? That martial arts gym shares a certain fate with your name, huh."

"Fate? I suppose so..."

Five minutes later, the server began to bring the dishes. Plates were filled with various types of meat and some vegetables, while sauces were in the dishes.

Using two metal tongs, they put the ingredients into the bubbling hotpot.

Glug glug, glug glug, steam rose from the hotpot.

Bai Tang glanced at Bai Xiao and rested his chopsticks on the edge of the plate.

After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke.

"Bro, I don't know if you've ever heard of bionic robots?"