The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1007 Rookie Mistake
Be patient, stay patient, hold your breath, Harry is completely in the state, like a professional photographer capturing the movements of hummingbirds in the primeval jungle.

Then--

Whoosh!
The figure soared into the air from the bottom up, reached the highest point as light as a swallow, did a 360-degree front flip, felt the pull of gravity, and was about to fall.

However, he paused in the air for a moment, shot out spider silk with both hands to find a fixed point, pulled it forward, and his body rushed forward and fell rapidly.

And, it rushed forward like a torpedo, spinning at high speed like a propeller, and crashed into Doctor Octopus.

This!
Dazzling! Brilliant!
The body shape, movements and posture are elegant and graceful, light and agile, completely turning the picture imagined in the mind into reality.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

It’s amazing that I can witness such a difficult action scene with my own eyes without any computer special effects.

And it goes a step further based on the wonderful version and creates a flower.

Now Harry finally knew what they had just been rehearsing.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

But this time, Harry did not forget to press the shutter button. His fingertips moved quickly, recording the scene before him frame by frame in high-speed continuous shooting.

Click, click, click, click.

The shutters rushed wildly, hitting Harry's eardrums hard, and his heart contracted suddenly. It was a full beat slower before Harry realized a key point:
flash.

Harry couldn't believe that he had made such an amateur, careless, rookie mistake as to forget to turn off the flash and expose himself.

Stupid, really stupid.

Then, there was a commotion outside.

"Who? Who turned on the flash?"

Sean Graham held on to the wire tightly with both hands and leaned his whole body backward, like a tug-of-war, pushing his entire center of gravity backwards. He controlled it in this way, otherwise he would not be able to hold up Anson's weight alone, let alone allow Anson to stay in the air to complete the action. Even with four people cooperating, it was still challenging.

He was concentrating so much that he was sweating profusely, but he dared not let his attention wander for even a moment.

At this moment, a series of dazzling flashes came from the corner diagonally in front.

Damn it!

Sean subconsciously closed his eyes, and his first reaction was to hold on to the wire and continue to lean back to avoid any accidents; but just with this blink, sweat entered his eyes, causing a stinging pain and a brief moment of daze.

When Sean realized that the wire had escaped the control of his hands, he had no time to regret, no time to be nervous, and no time to be afraid. His first reaction was to hold on to the wire tightly.

However, it was too late.

The wire slipped out of Sean's palm with a loud noise. Even though Sean was wearing non-slip gloves, he was still unable to stop it. His entire palm felt a burning pain.

Finally, Sean grabbed the wire, but his body's center of gravity had already leaned forward, and his feet couldn't stand straight at all. He was dragged by the wire and flew out.

Sean: It's over.

"God, Anson!"

Everything happened too suddenly, too unexpectedly, and caught me off guard.

Anson's body froze in mid-air. He was stunned for a brief moment, and then he lost his balance. The pull of gravity made his whole body tremble violently like the last dead leaf hanging on a treetop in a tornado.

Neither up nor down, suspended in mid-air, without any support, it just fell.

My heart sank.

What happened next was a blank, and five seconds were erased, as if time and space jumped. Anson lay on the ground, watching heads gather around him and surround him.

Alfred's face was panic-stricken and pale without a trace of blood.

"Get out of the way, everyone, he needs fresh air."

Alfred yelled.

"Anson, Anson? Are you okay?"

"Anson, can you hear me?"Anson: I'm fine, don't worry.

He clearly started to speak, but no sound came out and he wasn't sure if he opened his mouth.

His entire back felt numb, as if an electric current had passed through it. It wasn't painful, just a slight numbness, which made him feel as if he was fine. But why couldn't he make any sound and could only see chaos in front of his eyes?

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

Anson reminded himself to take a few deep breaths, gradually pulling his thoughts back from the numb silence.

Boom.

All of a sudden, like opening a plug in a sink, a loud noise rushed in like a waterfall, so loud that Anson choked.

cough cough.

"I'm fine..."

Finally, this time Anson spoke up and waved his hand to calm everyone down.

"I'm fine, I just need to rest."

The bustling crowd finally quieted down, looking at Anson in panic, holding their breath for fear of making the slightest sound.

Anson grinned.

"Really, it's okay, it's just a fall, everyone falls."

Sam looked very unhappy and called out, "Anson!"

Seeing Noah's panicked face and tears in his eyes, Anson couldn't hold back any longer, "Haha, God, Noah, I didn't see any angels or Lucifer just now, so there's no need to worry too much."

Noah said nothing, staring at Anson intently, his eyes full of worry.

Anson sighed softly, "You guys just watch the hero lying here, and no one is willing to lend a hand? It seems that I am a real failure as a human being."

Alfred was in no mood to joke at this moment, "Are you sure? No pain?"

Because they were worried about Anson's condition, they tried to avoid moving Anson as much as possible. Otherwise, nothing might happen because of their rash actions.

Anson just laughed, "Ha, it's okay, really."

Without waiting for help, he stretched out his hands and prepared to support himself on the ground to sit up.

At this moment, the coccyx of the spine - or the lower back - there was no time to identify the source of the pain. A numbness and tingling like a lightning strike instantly swept over, spreading throughout the entire back before the blink of an eye, ruthlessly cutting off all consciousness, and the pain like a tsunami instantly cut off my breathing.

Anson's muscles were tensed to the extreme, his eyes went dark, and the whole world fell apart. There was a roar above his eardrums, but it randomly faded into silence.

Snapped.

Before he could sit up straight, Anson had already fallen back to the ground, lying there like a mummy.

One second, just one short second, but it feels as long as a century.

"Sorry, Sam, I might need a doctor to come check out the situation."

There was complete silence all around.

A sense of fear gripped Sam's heart, regret and remorse punched into his chest, panic and fear flooded in his eyes, he tried to open his mouth but no sound came out, and he was completely stunned.

Alfred was the one with rich on-site experience and shouted immediately.

"911, call 911, we need an ambulance here."

"Where's the crew doctor? Come over now and check on Anson. What's wrong with you? Run! Run. Now is not the time to be idle."

"Get moving! Don't just stand there, have you never experienced an accident? Stay calm, we need to stay calm."

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

The sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from all directions, and the world was noisy, but in the chaos, Anson felt the pain slowly dissipating like the ebb tide, and fatigue pulled his soul slowly down, falling into the endless darkness.

(End of this chapter)