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Fang Cheng clenched his arms, facing the last thin layer of clouds above his head, and thrust his waist and abdomen forward with sudden force.

Like a fish breaking through the water, carrying the momentum of its leap, it soars into a higher place.

The moment it broke through the thick rain clouds, the surrounding howling wind and ice particles came to an abrupt halt.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, there is a breathtaking silence.

Above, the sky was a deep, almost black, azure blue.

Beneath our feet stretched an endless, churning sea of ​​white clouds.

By this time, it was already broad daylight.

Although the sun had not yet fully risen, visibility at this altitude of 10,000 meters was already at its maximum.

This is the airspace where commercial airliners routinely patrol, a stark contrast to the unpredictable weather conditions below.

The airflow is mainly horizontal, with almost no vertical convection or turbulence, and the content of water vapor and dust is extremely low.

It can be said that it was truly a place of vast open skies and calm waters.

Fang Cheng stopped pedaling, stretched out his body, and relied entirely on the inertia and aerodynamics brought about by the high-speed sprint to glide smoothly above the sea of ​​clouds.

He took a deep breath of the pure, crisp air high in the sky, completely relaxing all the tense muscles in his body.

Bare skin could clearly feel the airflow gently passing through the gaps between fingers and across the shoulders and back, sending shivers of tingling sensation through the skin.

The stable and strong westerly winds in the stratosphere, like invisible hands, steadily support his body, forming a clearly visible wind trail.

Upon arriving here, the Earth's gravity seemed to have lessened slightly, and Fang Cheng felt incredibly light.

He tried twisting his waist and tilting his left shoulder.

With just a slight shift in the center of gravity, the body gently shifts along with the airflow.

There was no hesitation whatsoever, as if I belonged to this sky all along.

Fang Cheng then followed the path formed by the wind, drawing an arc hundreds of meters long with exceptional smoothness.

Without the disturbance of air currents, all I could hear was my own steady heartbeat.

Looking into the distance, one's gaze can reach the horizon where the sky meets the earth.

It can even capture the slightly sunken, curved outline of the planet's edge.

The sea of ​​clouds beneath us surged like waves, stretching to the ends of the earth.

The morning light pierced through the edges of the clouds, faintly gilding them with a layer of golden luster.

Fang Cheng simply spread his arms and let the wind push him soaring above the clouds.

This ultimate experience of having the entire sky beneath his feet and breaking free from the earth's constraints made his heart pound with excitement in his chest.

At this moment, he is one with the wind, the most unrestrained and free being in this vast sky.

Just then.

"Buzzing—"

A deep, penetrating mechanical roar faintly came from beneath the clouds.

Fang Cheng turned his head slightly.

A pure white Airbus A380 wide-body passenger plane slowly appeared about ten kilometers to the left and behind.

It is rising steadily at an angle, suddenly breaking through the sea of ​​clouds and plunging diagonally upwards.

The massive fuselage reflected the dazzling morning light, resembling a steel whale surveying the airspace.

The four massive turbofan engines at the tail of the passenger plane spewed out scorching air, leaving four long white contrails in the high sky.

Upon seeing this steel behemoth, a crystallization of human industrial civilization, Fang Cheng's inherent competitive wildness was instantly ignited.

"How about we hitch a ride?"

A wild smile spread across his lips, and the sharp glint in his pupils instantly contracted.

Then adjust your posture, keeping your arms close to your torso and your legs together, reducing your body's windward surface area to a streamlined shape.

"boom!"

All the pores on the legs and the outer side of the back opened simultaneously, and true energy surged out like the tail flame of a thruster.

At the same time, the soles of the feet stomp backward, generating a recoil force.

With a series of deafening sonic booms, Fang Cheng transformed into a golden arrow and shot straight toward the area ahead of the passenger plane's flight path.

It's important to know that on the ground, he can rely on his muscle strength to get a firm footing and generate enough recoil to easily break the sound barrier.

However, in the thin stratosphere, there is simply no sufficiently dense medium around him to achieve the same effect.

Relying solely on the extra thrust from the eruption of true qi, its speed could never catch up with a modern passenger plane with a cruising speed approaching 900 kilometers per hour.

Therefore, he had to change his strategy and stop relentlessly pursuing from behind.

Instead, it cut diagonally into the flight path directly in front of the passenger plane, waiting for this steel behemoth to "overtake" from behind.

Ten kilometers... eight kilometers... five kilometers...

The strong wind made the muscles in his cheeks ripple violently, and because of the speed, the air around him began to howl again.

He maintained a distance from the passenger plane in a way that was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

One kilometer... five hundred meters... fifty meters.

The nose of the Airbus A380 is approaching with an immense sense of oppression.

Fang Cheng exerted his utmost control over his core power, like a light feather, attempting to cut into the turbulent boundary layer airflow surrounding the passenger plane.

In the fractions of a second as the massive fuselage brushed past him, he suddenly reached out his right hand, his five fingers like iron hooks, and precisely grabbed the protruding communication antenna base on the top of the fuselage.

Sizzle————

Fingertips barely grazed the cold metallic paint, leaving a trail of blazing sparks in the air at 10,000 meters.

However, the terrifying kinetic energy carried by the passenger plane at a speed of nearly 900 kilometers per hour is simply beyond his ability to forcibly hold on while he is currently suspended in mid-air with no point of leverage.

Fang Cheng felt his palm slip.

Immediately afterwards, a massive, overwhelming jet stream of steam surged forth, forcefully shaking his hand away.

The violent shockwave instantly engulfed his body, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

After losing his balance, Fang Cheng did not stubbornly resist.

He followed the airflow, suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and completed a highly difficult series of backflips in mid-air with extreme smoothness.

His extremely graceful movements perfectly dissipated all the impact, and he hovered steadily above the clouds unharmed.

As the passenger plane completed its climb and entered cruise mode, its speed increased again.

The distance between the two began to widen irreversibly.

Fang Cheng felt his internal energy being severely depleted and let out a long sigh of helplessness.

He then stopped the energy injection, spread his arms again, and glided slowly.

"You're lucky you ran fast."

Fang Cheng steadied himself, watched the passenger plane disappear into the distance, and chuckled softly:
"I'll have a go when my agility breaks through eighty, or when I upgrade to master-level flight skills."

He was not discouraged; on the contrary, he found it extremely interesting.

The experience of chasing a giant steel bird at an altitude of 10,000 meters is absurd, yet it exudes an extreme sense of romance.

At the same moment that Fang Cheng tried to hitch a ride.

Just seconds ago, the instruments in the cockpit of the passenger plane emitted a soft beeping sound.

The captain gripped the control stick with one hand, his gaze sweeping across the main flight display, and calmly reported into his headset:

"Eastern Capital handover, Flight CA892, current altitude 10,050 meters, has entered stratospheric cruise route, autopilot engaged." After completing his checks, the co-pilot glanced at the weather radar and added in a low voice:
"Route verification complete, radar reports no hazardous weather, all operations are normal..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something red in the sky above the sea of ​​clouds to his right.

The passenger in the front seat froze, his eyes fixed on the view outside the windshield.

Only then did I truly see clearly that it was a muscular man wearing only a pair of red underwear.

Moreover, judging from its posture, it seemed to be actively moving closer to the passenger plane.

“David…”

The co-pilot's voice trembled slightly as he reached out and nudged the captain's arm.

"Am I having a hallucination of high altitude? It looks like there's a man wearing only underwear flying in front of the plane?"

Upon hearing this, the captain looked up and followed the co-pilot's gaze.

He was then jolted awake, his eyes widening as he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

"A generous gift of crabs..."

The captain's Adam's apple bobbed. Coming to his senses, he immediately grabbed the communicator and stammered:
"Control tower! Control tower! We encountered...we encountered a streaking Superman at 10,000 meters altitude!"

The spacious first-class cabin of an international flight.

A blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant was pushing a food cart and bending down to serve a Chinese gentleman sitting by the window a whiskey on the rocks.

"Sir, your drink."

"Thank you."

The man from Xia accepted the wine glass, raising what he thought was a refined smile:
"Actually, your smile is more captivating than whiskey. I wonder if I could do you the honor of having a drink with you after we land?"

The flight attendant maintained her professional smile and was about to politely decline when her gaze inadvertently swept across the window, and her pupils instantly contracted.

Her lips, painted with red lipstick, gaped open in an "O" shape, and she nearly dropped the tray in her hands, exclaiming in a trembling voice:
My God!

"God?"

The man from Xia took a small sip of whiskey, raised an eyebrow, and jokingly remarked in a deliberately humorous tone:
"Is there a more charming man out there winking at you than me?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and followed the flight attendant's gaze.

Then, he witnessed a scene that he would never forget.

Less than 500 meters from the porthole, a man wearing only red underwear was flying at high speed like a superhuman.

Even more outrageous, this muscular Eastern man seems to be... trying to catch up with the plane!
However, it was quickly left behind by the plane and disappeared from sight.

"puff--"

The man from Xia Kingdom sprayed a mouthful of whiskey directly onto the leather seat in front of him, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The pungent alcohol made him cough violently, and he didn't even notice that his trouser leg was soaked.

What the hell is going on? Did I really see a god?

The man from Xia coughed as he stared blankly out the window, his mind completely blank.

Looking at the empty sea of ​​clouds, he fell into doubt about materialism, and his worldview continued to crumble.

The back row of economy class.

A foreign father and son were sitting by the window.

The father, wearing glasses, was intently reading the financial newspaper in his hands.

The seven- or eight-year-old boy leaned against the porthole, curiously staring at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, the little boy excitedly pounded on the window and turned to shout:
"Dad, Dad! Look! There's someone flying outside!"

The father didn't even look up, turned a page of the newspaper, and replied dismissively with a sigh:

"Oh, really? That's so cool. Remember not to bang on the glass, Luke."

"No, it really is flying! And it's Superman wearing red underwear!"

The little boy panicked, reached out his little hand and grabbed his father's sleeve, pulling him towards the porthole with all his might.

The father, unable to resist being pulled, could only put down his newspaper, sigh, and lean closer:

"Okay, okay, let me see where your Superman is..."

He gave a perfunctory reply and glanced casually out the window.

All that could be seen was a clear blue sky and a continuous sea of ​​clouds; there was nothing else in sight.

“Luke, there aren’t even birds flying at this altitude of ten thousand meters, let alone…”

Before the words were finished, a fit and slender figure swiftly swept past the edge of the line of sight.

The bright red fabric flashed briefly in the sunlight, extremely eye-catching, before it passed right by the plane.

The father's voice abruptly stopped.

His mouth was slightly open, and he was stunned for a full two seconds.

He then abruptly raised his hands, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked again carefully.

But outside the window, there was nothing but a surging sea of ​​clouds.

"Damn it..."

The father swallowed hard, his face pale as he looked at his son:
"You...you really saw someone flying just now?"

Seeing his father's shock, the little boy proudly raised his chin:

"I told you, that's Superman in Red Underpants!"

At this moment, Fang Cheng had already been left far behind by the passenger plane due to insufficient speed and had returned to cruising attitude.

He stopped wasting his energy and continued to focus intently on practicing his flying skills.

A moment later, with the help of the strong westerly winds in the stratosphere, it stabilized itself and remained in a nearly still suspended state, quietly appreciating the magnificent scenery at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

At that moment, the colors of the world suddenly changed.

At the eastern horizon, the darkness that had enveloped the entire night was completely torn apart.

A huge, round, blood-red sun, with unstoppable force, roared out of the ocean.

In an instant, millions of golden rays of sunlight pierced the sky like sharp swords, instantly igniting the boundless sea of ​​clouds beneath our feet.

The originally gray-white clouds were instantly dyed into magnificent orange-red and dazzling dark gold.

The clouds surged and rolled, resembling countless golden dragons soaring and roaring through the sea of ​​clouds.

Fang Cheng hovered atop the clouds ten thousand meters in the air.

Ten thousand rays of golden light poured down on him without any obstruction.

Every inch of firm, radiant skin and full, muscular lines was bathed in a sacred glow.

The wind around me seemed to become exceptionally gentle, and all I could hear was the steady, drum-like beating of my own heart.

He slightly raised his chin, looking down at the world ignited by the sunlight.

The magnificent undulating sea of ​​clouds, the veins of mountains and rivers, and the blurred outline of the edge of the earth.

All things that appear insignificant in the face of nature's immense power are now fully visible.

A sense of aloofness and grandeur, like a god looking down upon humanity, quietly emerged from the depths of his soul.

This is true freedom!

No external aids are needed, and no one's opinion needs to be considered.

As long as this physical body is strong enough, one can go anywhere in this vast world!
Suddenly, Fang Cheng was filled with enthusiasm. He clenched his fists, raised his head, and shouted towards the rising sun, his voice echoing through the heavens:
"Ah—I am the King of the World—"

His shouts echoed across the vast sky, lingering for a long time, proclaiming his lofty ambitions to the world. (End of Chapter)