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boom----

The overpressure shockwave generated by the explosion's core crashed into Fang Cheng like a tsunami.

Even with the golden barrier formed by the true fire of the sun resisting him, he was still thrown into the vast sky by this overwhelming force.

An absolute feeling of weightlessness instantly enveloped my entire body.

A tearing, whistling sound filled my ears, and my internal organs were churning from the shock.

The violent, scorching airflow was like countless invisible steel blades, frantically cutting through every inch of his protective inner energy.

Fang Cheng's body tumbled violently through the air for hundreds of meters.

That dizzying feeling of being upside down is enough to make any professionally trained skydiver lose their sense of direction and fall into a deadly spiral descent.

But Fang Cheng was not overly alarmed.

Even the heart rate remained normal.

With an agility attribute of up to 64 points, it displayed a terrifying dominance that surpassed the limits of human physiology at this moment.

He suddenly opened his eyes as he rolled, golden light swirling deep within his pupils.

The chaotic world seemed to slow down instantly in his senses.

The spine jolted violently, and the core muscles instantly locked down all the muscles in the body.

"Certainly!"

He gave a low shout to himself.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, bent his legs slightly backward, and forcibly stretched his whole body into a "big" shape in the air.

In an instant.

The originally howling and chaotic airflow seemed to have been paused for a moment.

Fang Cheng was suddenly suspended a thousand meters in the air.

There was no support point, nor any external object to rely on.

It just floated there quietly.

It was as if an invisible hand was steadily holding his body between heaven and earth.

The extraordinary ability to hang in the air had an amazing effect at this moment.

By utilizing the increased surface area exposed to the wind, Fang Cheng managed to prevent his body from tumbling to its death.

Amidst the raging winds and turbulence thousands of meters in the air, I regained control of my body.

However, the momentum of the blast wave has not completely subsided.

He was frozen for only a second when the residual blast of air from the explosion slammed into him from the side, causing Fang Cheng to lose his balance.

Moreover, having completely lost its upward cushioning force, the downward trend suddenly intensified.

Gravitational acceleration was like an invisible hand, gripping his ankles tightly, trying to pull him toward the end of his life.

The altitude at this point is at least over a thousand meters.

At this altitude, apart from the lingering flames at the explosion's epicenter, the surroundings were a hazy, gray chaos.

The night view below is no longer the modern metropolis with towering skyscrapers that one usually has to look up to.

It transformed into a giant spider web woven from countless points of light, silently lurking in the abyss of darkness.

It seemed to be opening its mouth wide, waiting to capture the prey that had fallen from the sky.

Even Fang Cheng, whose physique had broken through the 80-point mark, did not dare to use his physical body to directly confront the devastating impact brought about by such a height.

That's no different from hitting a granite rock with an egg; the only outcome is turning it into a pile of minced meat.

"Hu-hu-"

The wind rushed into our eardrums, creating a deafening roar.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

At this critical moment of life and death, his mind remained as still as water, entering a mysterious state of "emptiness and clarity".

Vision is completely blocked, but other senses are amplified infinitely at this moment.

Hearing is no longer just the sound of the wind.

Rather, it's the subtle frequency differences caused by airflow fluctuations coming from different directions behind you.

The sense of touch is no longer the biting cold of high altitudes or the scorching heat left by an explosion.

Rather, it is the subtle drag feedback caused by changes in air density.

And then there was that unseen sixth sense, which sketched out a holographic navigation map in his mind.

In this image, the originally formless and intangible gale has been transformed into clearly visible fluid trails.

Some of them are as ferocious as dragons, some as gentle as silk, some are circling, and some are diving.

For ordinary skydivers, these turbulent air currents are deadly killers.

But in Fang Cheng's perception at this moment, this was not just wind, but also a series of passable roads.

"Is this... the rhythm of the wind?"

With a slight thought, Fang Cheng's body began to make subtle adjustments in accordance with the guidance of his senses.

Lower your shoulders, engage your core, and extend your limbs like sails.

Instead of trying to fight the gale, he moved like a fish swimming into the sea, skillfully cutting into the air currents.

The next second, a miracle happened.

The body, which was originally falling vertically, suddenly gained a magical lift.

The wind surrounded me, gently caressing my face.

Fang Cheng could vaguely sense that the pull of gravity and the resistance of some force within his body created a subtle force field balance around him.

I stand at this fleeting point of equilibrium, like the absolute calm in the eye of a storm.

It's like freeing the soul from the heavy shackles of the body, allowing it to dance freely in the clouds.

Fang Cheng tried his best to maintain this wonderful feeling and not think about his current height above the ground.

Simply stretch out your arms, go with the flow, and convert the wind's thrust into your own power, gliding towards the calmest airflow.

Sometimes it twists and turns to avoid the raging torrents, sometimes it stretches its limbs to climb several meters with the help of the clouds, weaving through the maze woven by the clouds.

Compared to previous gliding flight experiments involving jumping off mountaintops.

This time, Fang Cheng vaguely sensed that he had touched a completely new threshold.

Perhaps it was because the wind was strong enough at an altitude of 1,000 meters that he was able to be more at ease.

Or perhaps it was the thrill of this life-or-death challenge that completely broke through a certain seal deep within their genes.

He was like a raptor spreading its wings, drawing a breathtaking arc in the sky above the city.

The wind was no longer an obstacle, but became the wings that lifted him up.

This exhilarating feeling of mastering nature made every cell in his body rejoice.

It seems that this is the ultimate direction of life's evolution—to break free from the constraints of the earth and embrace the boundless sky.

However, the laws of physics are ultimately cruel.

Although the gliding posture reduced some of the downward momentum, the acceleration caused by gravity was still incredibly fast.

The cityscape below is zooming in dramatically.

The skyscraper, which originally looked like a toy model, now reveals the sharp edges of its reinforced concrete structure.

The stream of cars on the highway, which resembled fireflies, gradually stretched into clear, crisscrossing bands of light.

800 meters... 700 meters... 600 meters...

The approaching ground, accompanied by a fierce wind, rushed towards us.

That suffocating sense of oppression almost crushed one's nerves.

"not enough……"

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, his gaze flashing like lightning.

With each breath, the body's internal energy surged.

The internal organs, muscles, bones, and skin all began to vibrate slightly, and a muffled thunderous sound could be faintly heard.

"Rumble--"

The next moment, all the pores on my body suddenly opened, and streams of visible white steam gushed out.

The high-temperature steam created a powerful recoil force behind him, as if his body was equipped with countless miniature boosters.

Although the thrust generated by each individual pore is negligible, when tens of thousands of pores erupt simultaneously, combined with the high-temperature expansion effect of the golden flames, the resulting force is extremely astonishing.

whoosh-

Fang Cheng's falling body suddenly stopped, and his gliding speed suddenly increased.

From a distance, it looked like a fighter jet spewing white exhaust plumes, making its final landing attitude adjustments. At this point, its altitude above the ground had dropped to over 500 meters.

Fang Cheng's eyes were sharp as he searched for the best spot to land among the rapidly passing city buildings below.

Suddenly, a towering steel tower came into his view.

Dongdu Radio and Television Tower.

This giant building, which is over 300 meters tall, is made up of countless thick, high-strength alloy steel pipes interwoven together, presenting a hollow triangular structure full of industrial aesthetics.

"You are the one!"

Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force in his waist, changing his flight direction while simultaneously adjusting the angle of the air jets from the pores of his body.

He made a sharp turn in mid-air that would drive even aerodynamicists crazy, and swooped down toward the iron tower.

500 meters... 450 meters... 400 meters...

Hula la——

The wind howled wildly in my ears, and my body was falling faster and faster.

The red aviation obstruction lights flashed incessantly in the field of vision, and the cold steel skeleton seemed almost within reach.

350 meters... 340 meters... 330 meters...

Close! Closer!

Fang Cheng's eyes sharpened, and his right arm shot forward like an arrow, his five fingers spread wide, already locking onto the load-bearing beam of the tower.

however.

Just as he was about to touch the tower, a sudden gust of wind swept across and disrupted his trajectory.

The location is off!

The main structure of the tower, which should have been grasped, was now half a meter away from their fingertips.

In such high-speed motion, a half-meter error can mean the difference between life and death.

At the critical moment.

There was no panic in Fang Cheng's eyes, only absolute calm.

He suddenly spread his right hand, and the true energy in his body was no longer a violent surge, but instantly transformed into a dense and supple force.

The power of coiling silk!
Five extremely refined streams of true energy shot out from his fingertips like five transparent spider silk threads.

In an instant, it crossed that final half-meter distance and became firmly wrapped around an I-beam on the outside of the TV tower.

"receive!"

Fang Cheng's arm veins bulged as he pulled back sharply.

"crunch-"

The alloy steel beam, strong enough to withstand a category 10 typhoon, emitted a teeth-grinding twisting sound when pulled.

Using this pulling force, Fang Cheng's body, which had originally deviated, was instantly pulled back.

"boom!"

With a dull, resounding thud.

His feet landed heavily on a maintenance platform at the top of the TV tower.

But the inertia of the fall was simply too great.

Even though the steel plate under his feet was a specially made anti-slip grating, Fang Cheng's feet still plowed two streaks of sparks across it.

The soles of the feet rubbed violently against the metal, producing a piercing shriek.

"Zizzi-"

After sliding down several meters, Fang Cheng finally managed to completely neutralize the terrifying kinetic energy by relying on his strong leg muscles and the gripping power of his fingers.

Finally, it stood firmly on the edge of the tower.

Fang Cheng looked up at the dark sky that had been torn apart when he fell, then looked down at the brightly lit city below.

He then exhaled a deep breath, slowly calming the turbulent blood and qi in his chest.

The golden flames burning on his body had quietly disappeared into his body, and the white smoke evaporating from his body surface had also dissipated without a trace in the wind.

Just then, an unusually dazzling light burst forth in the air before them.

....................................

On the outskirts of the unfinished building area in the eastern suburbs, amidst overgrown weeds.

The two people stood on top of the off-road vehicle, staring blankly at the strange sight unfolding in the sky.

The shooting star streaked across the dark night sky and finally landed on the top of the TV tower a few kilometers away.

Xu Hao's mouth opened into a circle, and his eyes widened like copper bells.

The binoculars in his hand fell into the grass, but he didn't have time to pick them up.

He mechanically twisted his neck to look at the dashing figure beside him:

"So, what did you see?"

He held the binoculars up with both hands, maintaining an upward gaze, his whole being like a stiff stone sculpture.

After a long pause, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he muttered to himself:

"A miracle...this is a miracle..."

Xu Hao was so anxious that he scratched his head and tugged at his shoulder:

"Stop sighing and tell me, how is the boss?"

He slowly lowered the binoculars, his eyes still showing a dazed look after being shocked:
"President... landed on that TV signal tower."

He paused, then said something even he himself couldn't believe:
“He stood very steadily, his body was a little red and hot, but he looked… as if he was not injured at all.”

"hiss--"

Xu Hao gasped, following Xiao Sa's gaze to the towering iron tower in the distance, his eyes widening even further.

"He fell from such a height and he's still fine..."

He scratched his messy hair and asked with a serious expression:

"Dude, do you think our boss is the reincarnation of the Terminator?"

Xiao Sa ignored his nonsense, jumped off the roof with a "thump," and opened the driver's side door.

Xu Hao was startled, then leaned over the edge of the car roof and shouted:

"What are you going for?"

As he casually inserted the key to start the engine, he shouted without turning his head:

"What are you all standing there for? Get down here right now! We need to hurry over and greet the emperor!"

"It's so windy up there, and the chairman isn't wearing any clothes. Don't let him get cold."

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao slapped his thigh, suddenly enlightened, and exclaimed:
"You're so clever, kid! If you don't go and flatter him and show your loyalty now, when will you?"

As he spoke, he quickly slid off the car using both his hands and feet and nimbly climbed into the passenger seat.

"boom--"

The SUV engine roared, and two bright headlights pierced the darkness.

With a flourish, he floored the accelerator, the wheels grinding through weeds and gravel as he sped toward the television tower standing in the night.

....................................

On the outer ring expressway of Dongdu.

A black modified sports car maneuvered in an almost insane manner, performing "S"-shaped maneuvers through dense traffic.

"Drip-drip-"

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground was accompanied by a chorus of horns and curses.

This vehicle completely ignored the solid lines and speed limit signs, like a slippery eel, squeezing through the gap next to the parallel truck.

"Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?! Damn it, are you blind?!"

The truck driver behind was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes, leaned out halfway, and started cursing at the taillights of the vehicle in front.

Various dialects with a high pronoun "mother" sound echoed in the night sky.

But the man in the driver's seat of the sports car completely ignored him.

The man was probably around thirty years old, with a head of meticulously styled short hair.

His eyes were sunken, and his skin had a deathly pallor.

He was wearing a well-tailored bespoke suit, but the collar was open, revealing a black raptor tattooed on his collarbone.

This person was another operative sent by Ideal Land, codenamed "Night Owl." (End of Chapter)