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Chapter 263 The Ability of Extreme Flight

As soon as these words were spoken, the group chat's communication channel instantly fell silent.

Everyone seemed somewhat taken aback.

Professor Li Dingjian did not respond for a moment.

Lin Chuqiao, Bailing, Dachui, and Houzi stared wide-eyed and turned to look at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng stood tall and straight on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the golden Bamba bottle that was radiating golden light.

Then, with even greater certainty, he said:

"The bottle floating in the air is clearly the core of the entire formation of Misty Mountain."

"The head of the Lu family and that lama are both very knowledgeable about formations, yet they are now fighting each other to seize the Golden Bengba Bottle. This shows that whoever controls it controls the formation, which in turn determines the life and death of all of us in the inner world."

"Therefore, we must not sit idly by and wait for death. If the formation collapses after we take the Golden Bamba Bottle, and we can successfully escape the inner world, that would naturally be the best outcome."

"Even if we can't achieve it, at least we can disrupt their plans and give us more initiative."

These words were well-organized and insightful, and everyone who heard them was deeply moved.

"I agree with Bai Gui's point of view. No matter who wins, whether it's the Lu family or that lama, it won't be a good thing for us."

Lin Chuqiao nodded slightly, then looked at Fang Cheng, a worried look in her eyes:
"However, this place is so far from the Golden Bamba Bottle, and there is black mist in between. It would be too dangerous to fly over here rashly."

"I think we can try another approach, such as having the monkeys try to shoot down the golden Bamba bottles with a sniper rifle. This would avoid the risk of getting close, and might even achieve the goal of destroying the key element of the formation and breaking the spell..."

As Lin Chuqiao spoke, she bit her lower lip slightly, her lips trembling as she almost uttered, "I'm worried about you."

She didn't doubt whether Fang Cheng truly possessed the ability to fly, but rather was well aware of the dangers of such an action.

The thought of all the unforeseen events that Fang Cheng might encounter filled her with an overwhelming sense of worry.

"Yes, White Ghost, please don't act rashly. We can try other methods first and then decide based on the situation."

Li Dingjian then reminded him in the consciousness channel.

He stayed in the manor, and although he didn't witness the horror of the black mist firsthand, the terrifying scene of the light sphere devouring flesh and blood in the underground vault was still vivid in his mind.

"White Ghost, I don't know your specific abilities."

After a moment's hesitation, the professor cautiously offered his advice:
"However, before taking action, you must first consider whether you can confirm the location of the golden jar and find a safe route to approach it. Otherwise, the consequences could be disastrous if anything goes wrong. Are you really confident?"

Fang Cheng did not offer any further explanation, but simply replied calmly:
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After saying that, he turned his gaze back to the mysterious golden peony.

The wind whipped at his collar, but his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierced through the thick fog, facing the desperate situation before him.

In fact, when deciding to take action, Fang Cheng had already used the memory palace to construct a three-dimensional holographic image in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to have a god's-eye view, looking down from high above at the Misty Mountain, which appeared to have expanded several times over.

Beneath their feet, thick black mist surged, resembling an endless black sea of ​​clouds, its waves rising and falling erratically.

The golden bonba bottle, like a dazzling star, floats within, clearly displaying its entirety.

Fang Cheng's gaze moved slowly, carefully scanning every corner and every detail, leaving no stone unturned.

He was able to keenly detect even the slightest energy fluctuations around the "core of the formation".

By comparing visual distances, Fang Cheng estimated that the mountain where everyone was located was about 190 meters high, which was 73 meters higher than the position where the Golden Bamba Bottle was suspended.

Next, it precisely calculated various parameters such as distance, wind speed, wind pressure, and temperature.

The magnitude and direction of wind directly affect the flight trajectory and speed, and thus the accuracy of flight path planning.

Fluctuations in temperature and wind pressure should not be ignored.

Their interaction generates complex and varied airflow, which in turn exerts varying degrees of lift and drag on the body.

Even the slightest deviation could lead to a loss of control, causing us to drift further and further away from our goal.

Therefore, in addition to making thorough estimates in advance, during actual flight, one also needs to rely on keen perception and superb skills to promptly identify problems, quickly adjust attitude, and ensure stability.

Fang Cheng was immersed in the world of data, calculating various parameters and variables with complete concentration.

This time, the difficulty has undoubtedly increased exponentially compared to the last time when we tested our ability to hang in the air in the mountains.

Not only did the flight distance increase several times, but the surrounding environment became even more treacherous.

It's worth noting that the steep slope used for the last experiment was only about 50 meters high.

This time, however, they faced a mountain peak that pierced straight into the clouds, with a height of 190 meters, far exceeding the limit.

Fang Cheng had never attempted such a height before; it was practically an impossible task, and the physical and psychological pressure he faced was unimaginable.

After all, even the cape on Yong An Island where you challenge the limits of diving is only a little over 100 meters high.

However, this is not without its advantages.

For example, stronger air currents and sufficient altitude differences can provide more time for adjustment and soaring.

Fang Cheng planned to make full use of these natural conditions, along with his special skills, to find a relatively safe flight route.

Of course, before that, we need to anticipate all the problems that may be encountered during the flight.

Subsequently, Fang Cheng began to attempt various extreme challenges within the "Misty Mountain Model" constructed by the Memory Palace.

It's like playing a virtual reality flight game, where you use a realistic environment to test whether your ideas are feasible.

If it fails, it will reset, adjust the parameters, and start again.

This process involves continuous experimentation, review, and identifying and addressing any shortcomings.

Every simulation exercise is a valuable accumulation of experience gained by risking one's life, laying a solid foundation for the final real combat.

In Lin Chuqiao's and the others' eyes, Fang Cheng stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, seemingly lost in thought and hesitation.

No one dared to utter a sound, for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes, a sign of confidence.

After more than a dozen persistent attempts, he finally found the flight route with the highest success rate amidst the complex data and simulated reality, and mastered an effective way to deal with various variables.

"You wait for me."

Fang Cheng spoke, his voice steady and firm, carrying a powerful force that made people believe in him.

Then, under the concerned gazes of Lin Chuqiao and the others, they retreated about several dozen meters until their backs were against a rock wall.

At this moment, the other team members, seeing this scene, all cast surprised and curious glances, whispering among themselves, guessing what Fang Cheng was planning to do.

Some of them were survivors who had previously fought for the Golden Bamba Bottle in the woods.

They were still somewhat apprehensive and couldn't help but take a few steps back, wondering if this "humanoid beast" might do something even more astonishing.

Fang Cheng paid no attention to the stares and whispers coming from all around him.

After standing still, he slowly moved his neck and limbs.

The joints made a "crackling" sound, adjusting the body's state and allowing every muscle to be fully warmed up and prepared.

Then he bent his knees into a half-squat, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and supported himself with his hands on the ground, assuming a standard sprinting ready position. His entire body was like a fully drawn bow, every muscle brimming with power, ready to spring out at any moment.

As he slightly raised his head, his gaze passed through his arms and fixed on the darkness ahead, which seemed like an endless abyss.

In my field of vision, a running route seemed to be drawn by a paintbrush, extending straight from my feet to the edge of the cliff, and then drawing a parabola that stretched into the air.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath of the breeze that was blowing on his face, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, and quickly adjusted his physical state.

The biting cold in the air instantly made him incredibly alert, and also gave him a sense of excitement to prepare for battle.

The blood gradually boiled, causing the body to lean forward further and the hips to rise even higher.

Snapped!
As if the machine expansion screws had been tightened to their limit and then suddenly loosened, Fang Cheng started up instantly.

He stomped his foot hard, and the ground instantly caved in.

With a simultaneous push of the back foot, rocks and debris flew from the rock face, leaving a footprint.

With the help of the powerful reaction force, the legs, as if equipped with springs, quickly swung forward, propelling the body forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The starting action was executed flawlessly, with astonishing explosive power, just like a supercar roaring into action.

wow-

The engine roared, its sound vibrating.

At the very top of the mountain, an even more violent hurricane suddenly erupted, howling and sweeping across the surrounding area.

Wherever the gale passed, the grass and trees trembled violently, rustling and blowing, and sand and dust swirled up, hitting everyone's faces.

There was no time for anyone to react; they could only frantically raise their hands to cover themselves.

It's hard to imagine that the figure moving so fast is actually a human running.

While everyone was still in shock, Fang Cheng, like a black lightning bolt, traversed a distance of tens of meters and arrived at the edge of the cliff in an instant.

At the same time, the arms swung swiftly and powerfully, like a bird flapping its wings, providing a strong boost to the body's continuous acceleration.

Without hesitation, he took a step and jumped, raising his knees high, and suddenly burst off the cliff.

He was launched into the air as if by a catapult, and with the momentum, he continued to leap forward for nearly fifty meters.

It drew a parabola exactly according to the preset trajectory.

As his body was about to reach its peak, Fang Cheng's mind entered a state of unparalleled calm and focus.

Everything around seemed to have come to a standstill, and even the passage of time seemed to have slowed down.

At that moment, Fang Cheng was all alone in the world.

Thump, thump.

The heart beats powerfully in the chest cavity, the echo clearly audible, like rhythmic drumbeats.

Wow————

A strong wind of force seven howled from behind, like a surging sea wave, creating a forward thrust.

The wind speed is 13.9-17.1 m/s and the wind pressure is 120.8-182.8 Pa.

Fang Cheng's mind raced, and he made an accurate judgment in an instant.

So he twisted his waist and abdomen, skillfully adjusted his posture, and stretched out his arms, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, taking advantage of the wind to move forward once again.

With a "whoosh," his body drew an even smoother arc in the air, thus beginning his gliding journey.

Then it flew headlong toward the golden bottle that hung high in the mist, which determined the fate of everyone.

The people on the hilltop were stunned and remained there for a long time, their eyes filled with nothing but shock.

They opened their mouths wide, as if they wanted to say something, but were so shocked by the unimaginable scene before them that they couldn't utter a sound.

He could only stare blankly in the direction Fang Cheng had left, his heart filled with astonishment at his feat and trepidation about the unknown outcome.

Lin Chuqiao stood on the edge of the cliff, staring intently at Fang Cheng's figure gradually disappearing into the mist. Her hands were unconsciously clasped in front of her chest, her nails almost digging into her palms.

The howling wind felt like a rope being pulled at her heart, each gust tightening her heart even more.

But right now, all she can do is silently pray for Fang Cheng, hoping he will be safe and sound and successfully achieve his goal.

Upon learning of Fang Cheng's actions, the expressions on the faces of the professor and Li Dingjian in the manor instantly froze.

The professor's eyes flashed with a complex light, a mixture of admiration for Fang Cheng's courage and deep concern for this risky move.

Li Dingjian stared wide-eyed at the cloud-covered dome, his fists clenched as if he could transmit some strength to Fang Cheng, who was flying in the air.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, anxiously awaiting further news.

High in the sky, Fang Cheng, like a warrior dancing with the raging wind, gathered all his spiritual power to engage in a breathtaking struggle against gravity.

A planned flight arc was outlined in the field of vision, like a natural resistance slope, leading directly to the golden light hidden in the black mist.

However, the distance from the hilltop to the target location is approximately 903 meters, nearly a kilometer.

This is not a journey that can be easily traversed.

To successfully reach the target, it is essential to make full use of hang time and utilize the precious hang time during gliding to slow down the descent.

But this one ability alone is clearly far from enough.

Based on previous calculations and rehearsals in the memory palace, such a long distance, without other coping strategies, would cause it to start freefall before even reaching the middle of the flight.

Fang Cheng's solution was to use his most reliable skill – "Qigong"!
The moment the thought arose, true energy surged from the dantian, instantly spreading to every part of the body.

Rumbling--

With each breath, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard.

Fang Cheng's internal energy surged, causing his internal organs, muscles, and skin to tremble slightly.

Then, the pores on his body, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, accompanied by a thunderous roar, and streams of white steam shot out.

These white wisps of steam surged out, creating an effect of expelling exhaust gas, as if the body were equipped with countless miniature boosters.

Fang Cheng suddenly felt his body become lighter and more agile. With a "whoosh," he swept forward even faster, accompanied by a strong wind.

Like a jet plane, it hummed and slicing through the sky.

Even so, the process of flying over Misty Mountain was still fraught with danger.

The strong winds howling from the side were like many invisible hands, desperately pushing and pulling at his body, trying to drag him off his predetermined path.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng had accumulated a wealth of experience through flight simulators.

Even in the midst of actual combat, one can use over 40 points of Spirit and Agility attributes to promptly perceive complex and ever-changing air currents and instantly adjust their posture.

In this way, he cleverly used the force of the wind to help adjust his direction, precisely correcting his flight path little by little to ensure that he would never deviate from the predetermined route.

As his body continued to glide forward and descend, Fang Cheng drew closer and closer to the golden Bamba bottle that shone with dazzling light.

New dangers, however, followed one after another.

(End of this chapter)