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At dawn, the sea was shrouded in mist.

The pale light on the horizon was slowly expanding, spreading out in a hazy, cold glow.

The undercurrents propelled the seawater forward, causing waves to crash against each other and splash up large amounts of fine white foam.

Fang Cheng maintained a cruising posture close to the sea surface, breaking through wind resistance and moving forward at high speed.

Feeling the kinetic energy of gliding about to diminish, the body began to fall under the pull of gravity.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right leg bent in mid-air.

The muscles on the inner and outer sides of the thighs tightened instantly, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

Then, he locked onto the air beneath his feet, channeled his strength into the soles of his feet, and stomped down hard.

boom!
This incredibly fast kick unleashed a terrifying force of tens of tons, instantly compressing the air in the small area below to its limit.

The originally ethereal fluid medium was instantly compressed into a solid wall of air that was invisible to the naked eye because it could not escape in time.

The violent recoil force was immediately transmitted upwards through the strong thigh muscles, reaching all the way to the waist.

It was like stepping onto an invisible, solid step out of thin air.

Fang Cheng paused, and using the reaction force, he suddenly rose ten meters into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the left foot followed without hesitation, the waist and hips twisted, and the foot stomped down again.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of sonic booms echoed across the open sea.

Like the rumble of thunder in early summer, it broke the silence of dawn and echoed for a long time.

Fang Cheng stomped the air faster and faster, his legs moving alternately until he was almost a blurry afterimage.

He simply abandoned the parallel gliding posture, leaned forward, and adopted a sharp upward angle.

With its left foot stepping on its right, it defied gravity with an arrogant posture, pointing diagonally towards the sky, and climbing higher and higher.

Thump thump thump—

In the nearby port, diesel engines emitted a monotonous roar.

A small fishing boat is sailing away from the harbor, cutting through the waves.

At the bow of the boat, an old fisherman wearing a raincoat held a cigarette, yawning as he bent down to tidy up the ropes covered in seaweed.

Suddenly, a series of dense and muffled claps of thunder came from overhead.

"That's strange, the weather forecast didn't say there would be thunderstorms today."

The old fisherman looked up in confusion, his wrinkled eyes narrowing into slits.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In mid-air, a figure wearing only red shorts was seen leaping upwards in a way that defied common sense.

It looked as if he was stepping on the air with both feet, leaving a straight white trail of air behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the figure darted into the air, hundreds of meters high.

Holy crap!

The old fisherman's hand holding the cigarette trembled suddenly, and the burning cigarette fell onto the seawater-filled deck with a soft hiss.

He ripped off his hood, his bloodshot eyes glaring, and shouted into the cockpit in a voice roughened by the sea breeze:

"Old Liu, Old Liu, stop the fuck from sailing! Come out and look! There are people flying in the sky!"

The metal door to the cockpit was pushed open with a clatter.

His companion leaned out halfway, clutching a chipped enamel mug in his hand.

He looked in the direction the old fisherman was pointing for a long time.

However, apart from the gray clouds and a few circling seagulls, there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Fly my foot! Did you drink half a jin of cheap liquor last night and are you still not sober?"

His companion rolled his eyes, grumbled, and slammed the iron door shut behind him as he retreated into the cabin.

The old fisherman rubbed his eyes and looked up at the empty sky again.

A cool sea breeze rushed down his neck, making him shiver, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.

"What exactly happened? I clearly saw it just now, could it be that I was seeing things?"

The old fisherman stood frozen at the bow of the boat, lost in deep self-doubt.

Fang Cheng was completely unaware of the little incident below.

He had now broken through the low-altitude zone and reached the high-altitude boundary at an altitude of 1000 meters.

The fishing boats beneath our feet have shrunk to tiny black dots, and the outline of the harbor is faintly visible in the hazy fog.

The air here is relatively thin, and the temperature is several degrees lower than at sea level.

A thin mist lingered, reducing visibility to far less than at low altitudes.

From a meteorological perspective, this area is located at the boundary between near-surface and upper-air weather.

Therefore, the airflow is extremely turbulent, sometimes with strong crosswinds and sometimes with gentle, stagnant air.

Fang Cheng focused all his attention on dealing with the increasingly complex environment around him.

One thousand meters... one thousand two hundred meters... one thousand five hundred meters.

As the altitude increased rapidly, the sound of the wind became increasingly sharp.

A chilling airflow surged in like a tide, constantly pounding against Fang Cheng, attempting to knock him over from his height.

Besides that, the most obvious feeling is that the air density has become lower.

As he continued to climb, Fang Cheng kept using his feet to push off the air for leverage, and he could clearly sense the abnormality.

boom!
He stepped out with the same force and angle as before, trying to use the reaction force to jump upwards again.

However, this time, the situation is completely different.

"Ah-"

With a soft, suffocating sound, the recoil force from the soles of the feet suddenly decreased by nearly half.

He stepped into the air and suddenly lost his balance.

The upward trajectory, which was originally ascending at an acute angle, suddenly became skewed.

He fell to the left like a kite with a broken string.

In the instant he lost his balance, a powerful gust of wind swept across from him from above, crashing down on his side like a giant wave.

Fang Cheng was thrown into the air and tumbled twice by the force.

The strong wind rushed into his mouth and nose, bringing a stinging pain like being cut by a knife.

If the impact was so small, it wouldn't even be enough to move him half a step.

However, if one's feet are not touching the ground in mid-air and there is no point of leverage, this impact can become a deadly threat.

Fang Cheng remained completely calm.

His long battles for survival kept his mind sharp and clear even as he fell out of control.

He quickly clarified the current predicament in his mind.

The decrease in air density means that the original pedaling force can no longer create a sufficiently solid air wall.

In addition, the convergence and turbulence of upper-level wind belts can lead to abnormal changes at any time, disrupting its balance.

To conquer the sky, brute force alone is clearly not enough.

"Since the density is insufficient, let's artificially create thrust!"

In the third second of falling.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the true energy flowing within his body, like a river, instantly changed its course.

He forcibly stretched out his limbs, making his body into a "T" shape in mid-air to increase the surface area exposed to the wind, thereby slowing down his fall.

At the same time, a massive amount of internal energy was forced towards the skin of the back and feet.

Swish!
Fang Cheng's control over muscles and skin has long been exquisite.

He forcibly controlled the sudden expansion of the pores in these areas, transforming them into countless tiny jet valves.

Buzzing sound—Highly compressed true energy bursts out from the pores.

This is like installing countless miniature jet engines on the surface of the body.

The recoil from the burst of true energy instantly counteracted the inertia of the fall and forcibly straightened his rolling body.

The moment he stabilized his flight attitude, Fang Cheng slowed his breathing.

He no longer uses his eyes to see, but instead fully releases his five senses.

On the bare skin, every single hair now becomes the most sophisticated weather radar.

He sensed it.

A cold, downward airflow is raging and howling on the left.

Twenty meters to the upper right, there is a relatively warm rising vortex.

Fang Cheng's lips curled into a calm smile.

He then pulled his legs back and twisted his waist.

The true energy nozzles on his back suddenly adjusted their angle, propelling him like a swimming fish, precisely cutting into the rising vortex.

As soon as he entered, a powerful lifting force was transmitted upwards from his chest and abdomen.

Fang Cheng immediately withdrew his true energy, spread his arms, and adjusted his tilt angle to meet the airflow.

It switched back to cruising mode, letting the natural force carry it higher, flying diagonally upwards for hundreds of meters.

As the lifting force of the updraft began to weaken, he no longer stomped straight down as before, but changed his technique.

The moment the foot stomped down, a burst of true energy suddenly erupted from the bare sole.

This powerful surge of true energy mixed with the thin air, briefly increasing the local density of the medium.

Fang Cheng seized this fleeting moment and tried to stomp down hard again.

boom!
A deeper, more solid sonic boom followed.

With the help of this improved method of exerting force, Fang Cheng's body once again rose higher and higher like a rocket.

Two thousand meters... three thousand meters... four thousand meters...

Fang Cheng charged towards the sky against the fierce wind, relentlessly pushing his physical body to its limits.

As he crashed into the middle troposphere, the surrounding environment became increasingly violent.

The surrounding temperature dropped by six degrees Celsius for every kilometer it rose.

The biting wind, mixed with tiny ice crystals, scraped against his naked body like a sharp grinding wheel.

The oxygen content in the air has decreased sharply, and each breath requires the chest cavity to generate a huge suction force, like a water pump.

The raging westerly winds pulled at him relentlessly, trying to tear this mortal who dared to challenge the heavens to shreds.

But Fang Cheng did not back down in the slightest.

A faint dark red glow emanated from his body, and his blood and qi surged like molten lava.

The whole person was like a red-hot dagger, stubbornly resisting the extreme cold and turbulent currents, constantly chiseling upwards.

5,000 meters... 6,000 meters... 8,000 meters...

And so, Fang Cheng raced all the way from the bottom of the troposphere to the top.

As altitude increases, the airflow is no longer as chaotic as it is at low altitudes, but rather layered and interwoven.

With frequent collisions between warm and cold air currents, scattered clouds began to gather into patches.

As Fang Cheng walked through it, he vaguely sensed that the natural laws binding his body seemed to be gradually weakening.

At this moment, the color of the sky is also subtly changing.

The originally gray-black night sky gradually lost its murky undertones, revealing a deep and pure purplish-blue hue.

The air became extremely thin, but also unusually quiet.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly as he used the force of his footing to continuously ascend higher.

It seems about to break through the absolute blockade of gravity and reach that forbidden zone belonging to the gods.

Soon, at the edge of the horizon, a vast and boundless sea of ​​clouds unfolded.

Large clumps of water vapor piled up and compressed against each other, rising up to form continuous white mountain ranges.

The clouds at the bottom were swirled upwards by the turbulent air currents, tearing out deep shadows like ocean waves.

There are no birds here, no life.

Only a colossal object formed from millions of tons of water vapor lies between heaven and earth.

boom!
Thunder roared, echoing high in the sky.

A figure wearing only red shorts, like an arrow piercing the sky, plunged straight into the surging, boundless sea of ​​clouds.

The next instant, Fang Cheng's vision was blocked by the thick water vapor.

All around were thick, gray-white clouds that rolled like waves.

Even more challenging is the extreme low temperature.

Temperatures at the top of the troposphere have dropped to tens of degrees below zero Celsius.

At high speed, the cold clouds crashed against Fang Cheng's naked body, instantly forming a layer of white frost on his eyebrows, hair, and skin.

A bone-chilling cold seeped into his internal organs through his skin, as if trying to freeze the blood coursing through his body.

"break!"

Fang Cheng let out a low growl.

The true qi within the dantian circulated without reservation, instantly activating the special effects of the True Fire of the Sun.

boom!
Then, a layer of golden flames suddenly shone on the surface of the skin.

The terrifyingly high temperature emanated from the body, and the frost adhering to the surface of the body was directly evaporated into large masses of high-temperature steam without even melting into water droplets.

Fang Cheng seemed to have transformed into a meteorite enveloped in white smoke, swimming against the current and crashing wildly in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The water vapor evaporated, and the cloud clusters were shattered.

All that could be heard was the terrifying howl of the wind tearing at my eardrums.

In terms of touch, it is an extreme stimulation of ice and fire clashing.

But Fang Cheng's heart was pounding wildly and joyfully in his chest.

Soaring freely in the sky like a bird.

This ultimate exhilaration is something that no battle or killing can provide.

Fang Cheng recalled that when he was young, he always loved to lean on the windowsill and look up at the birds flying across the sky.

I dream of one day breaking free from the earth's constraints and seeing the world above the clouds with my own eyes.

Now, this ultimate fantasy, deeply buried in human genes and belonging to everyone, has been forcibly turned into reality by him with his extremely powerful physical body.

It has no wings, and no machinery.

All they have is incredibly strong muscles and vigorous, boiling blood and energy.

Every swing of his arms to ride the gale, every stomp of his foot to create a thunderous roar, proclaims his conquest of this sky.

He was no longer the mortal who stood on the ground and looked up at the birds in flight.

At this moment, he has already stepped into the realm of gods, a transcendent being, an eagle soaring in the sky!
wow-

A loud ripple, like fabric being torn apart, suddenly exploded.

Fang Cheng once again used the air to gain momentum, his figure crashing through hundreds of meters of thick clouds, completely breaking out of that dark, damp, and cold rain cloud belt.

There was no more haze around, and there were almost no large clouds above. Even the scattered wisps of clouds were quickly disappearing without a trace.

This means he has left the upper troposphere and successfully reached the stratosphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Fang Cheng's vision suddenly opened up in that instant.

The scene before me was so vast and expansive that it was dazzling and mesmerizing.

It was like slicing open a heavy iron door sealed off the top of a cellar, stepping into a crystal-clear, boundless new world. (End of Chapter)