Approaching Perfect Mixology

Su Bai held the practice shatterproof bottle Old K had handed him and casually weighed it in his hand twice.

The light, floating feel of the plastic made him extremely uncomfortable.

"This thing feels wrong. It's too light—there's no weight feedback." Su Bai spoke calmly and casually tossed the practice bottles back onto the bar.

Then, before Old K's stunned eyes, Su Bai reached behind him and took down four real glass bottles filled with expensive liquor from the top-tier liquor cabinet.

A wave of hushed exclamations immediately rose from around the bar.

Old K's eyelids twitched sharply, and he hurriedly tried to stop him. "Young Master Su! Real bottles are extremely heavy, and if you lose control and they fall, the glass shards can hurt people! It's your first time doing this, so please don't—"

However, before Old K could finish, his voice caught dead in his throat.

Because Su Bai had already moved.

For the first half-second, Su Bai's movements did indeed carry a trace of visible awkwardness. After all, this was the first time in both his lives that he had ever touched flair bartending.

But after just two rounds of tossing and catching, things became strange.

His terrifying physique of 160 points, far beyond the limits of human physiology, granted Su Bai freakish muscle control. His superhuman dynamic vision and neural reaction speed allowed him to completely absorb every technique Old K had demonstrated in an instant.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The four heavy glass bottles instantly became an impenetrable blur in Su Bai's hands!

The faint professional pride in Old K's eyes froze in that instant. He stared fixedly at Su Bai's wrists, his pupils trembling violently as though he had seen some unbelievable monster.

Fast! Too fast!

Not only had Su Bai perfectly replicated the