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On the summit.

The other three, apart from Geng Xuan, were all stunned.

The High Priest of the Holy Mountain and Yu Hou were somewhat better off, at least maintaining a semblance of composure.

Shuna was so shocked she almost popped her eyes out.

He glanced at the small "matchbox" more than 20 miles away, then turned to look at Geng Xuan.

I don't know whether to doubt my ears or the guy next to me has something wrong with his brain.

Geng Xuan's gaze swept over the three of them, and he smiled slightly, saying, "I'll go first."

As he spoke, he suddenly fell straight forward from the edge of the cliff.

The angle between the body, which was originally standing vertically, and the ground rapidly decreased.

When the angle sharply decreases to about ten degrees, and it is about to be parallel to the ground, a tremendous force suddenly surges from the earth and flows into the feet.

Instantly, a tremendous force acted on him, causing his body to be propelled away from the peak like a projectile, flying into the empty void.

Geng Xuan didn't offer many explanations, but instead used his actions to provide the most powerful demonstration.

He had already planned to do so when he decided to accept the conditions offered by Yu Hou.

After mastering the "Hongyu Swimming Technique," a unique skill he created, Geng Xuan wanted to experience it firsthand.

Presenting this method at this point can be considered as taking both into account.

Moreover, Geng Xuan believed that once his feet left the cliff top, the advantage would be 100% his.

Geng Xuan had no idea how broad the horizon was in the mind of the confident Marquis Yu.

But he was almost certain that his move had exceeded his expectations.

"If we're going to play, we should play big."

"You want to be convinced?...Aren't you very confident?...Then come and try!"

A fierce wind raged around him, its direction constantly shifting, and its power fluctuating wildly.

Every moment, there is a force pushing the body in a direction that is out of control.

However, while maintaining his rapid forward movement, Geng Xuan also calmly controlled his body.

They can even ride the waves, using the ever-changing, turbulent winds and currents to adjust their posture, speed, and direction.

On a macroscopic level, dragged by the forces of the earth, the body inevitably descends slowly.

However, in certain specific "segments," Geng Xuan's body, gliding rapidly through the air, would briefly break free from the earth's pull and soar upwards.

Alternatively, it can maintain a near-horizontal gliding for a long distance.

It can be said that his body has developed and utilized "gliding" to its fullest extent.

It has even become an extraordinary instinct.

Perhaps they felt he was bluffing, or perhaps they were unwilling to hand in a blank paper, just as he leaped out of the peak.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Yu Hou and the High Priest of the Holy Mountain exchanged a glance and leaped forward almost simultaneously.

Neither of them were ordinary people, and their performances at the beginning of their leap from the summit were also quite remarkable.

Yu Hou's figure resembled a stone bullet launched high into the air, tracing an upward parabola.

As you get farther away from the summit, the distance to the ground not only doesn't get closer, but actually gets farther away.

The high priest of the holy mountain had an astonishing initial speed; when he leaped off the peak, his body was almost stretched into a long strip.

At one point, it even surpassed Geng Xuan and overtook him.

However, they were quickly left behind by Geng Xuan.

Moreover, it kept getting further and further away.

The first to "fall" was Yu Hou.

Yes, it fell.

It fell like a meteorite.

His figure traced a distinct parabolic trajectory in the air, setting a record for the three of them being "farthest from the ground." However, the higher he rose, the faster he fell.

Even though he had done his best, after reaching the highest point, his body began to fall uncontrollably like an iron ball.

The initial descent speed was relatively slow.

But it's getting faster and faster.

At first, Yu Hou tried to put up some resistance.

Throwing punches and kicks, expending all one's strength...

It's not entirely ineffective, but it's far from enough to counteract the terrifying acceleration caused by the earth's dragging.

In the end, Yu Hou simply gave up completely.

Just before it hit the ground, its body curled up into a ball.

"boom!"

A large section of the ground was directly crushed and collapsed.

It was at this moment that Yu Hou's abilities began to show.

If it were truly an iron ball of similar weight to Yu Hou falling from his height and hitting the same spot, it would be impossible for it to collapse such a large area.

But at the instant his body, curled into a ball, crashed down, the mountain surrounding him, composed of hard rock, suddenly deformed noticeably, like soft cotton.

It's like an iron ball hitting a tough spider web.

As the "spider web" undergoes violent deformation, the energy accumulated by the "iron ball" during its rapid descent is continuously dissipated and dissolved layer by layer.

Marquis Yu is an example of this.

After collapsing a large section of the mountain, he was still standing upright in the crater, completely unharmed.

Despite achieving this level of skill, he frowned deeply, glanced at the distant void, and then quickly began to move swiftly through the mountains, heading towards the distant camp.

Meanwhile, on the mountaintop five or six hundred paces behind him, Shuna was still staring blankly at everything.

He glanced at the distant void, then at Yu Hou who had risen from the pit, seemingly unsure of what to do.

At that moment, the High Priest of the Holy Mountain, who had performed even better than him and had even surpassed Geng Xuan, was unable to maintain the advantage brought by his amazing initial speed, and his falling body became more and more obvious.

After it landed, it was at most three to five hundred paces ahead of Yu Hou.

At this moment, only Geng Xuan remained in the sky.

Behind him, in the mountains, Yu Hou and the High Priest of the Holy Mountain no longer had any concerns about their identities or appearances.

Running at breakneck speed, chasing frantically.

They did everything in their power to keep him "flying" in the air from ever leaving their sight.

Yes, fly.

At this moment, Geng Xuan's behavior, in the eyes of Yu Hou and the High Priest of the Holy Mountain, was nothing short of flying.

No matter how proud they originally were.

How persistent one is in pursuing one's own path.

When they saw a living person flying in the sky above them, all of that was washed away.

What remains is only the purest, most steadfast, and most fervent desire for knowledge and understanding.

After confirming that the two had landed without any trouble, Geng Xuan put aside all his distracting thoughts and enjoyed the wonderful gliding experience, which was almost indistinguishable from flying.

Rugged mountains and forests, ravines with astonishing drops, winding rivers...

Geng Xuan quickly left all of this behind.

Unbeknownst to them, the campsite that was originally as small as a matchbox on the summit had been transformed into a vast and well-organized city.

Inside the city, the densely packed crowds, like ants, were exposed to Geng Xuan's eyes without any cover.

As he looked down, he saw them looking up at him, their faces filled with utter horror. (End of Chapter)