Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 26: The Magical Use of Reality and Illusion
Hu Xiaobei stood in front of the dormitory wall, his expression focused and his consciousness slightly focused.

The shadow was like a lively dark ink, winding along the wrist to the palm, wrapping the entire palm.

As he thought, the surface of the shadow wrapped around his palm began to bulge slowly.

Countless tiny, sharp thorns like the bristles on the toes of a spider gradually became apparent, flashing a cold black light in the dim light of the dormitory.

He slowly raised his arm and touched his palm lightly to the wall.

In an instant.

Those tiny but tough shadow bristles fit tightly with the bumps and indentations on the wall surface and the gaps between molecules with an almost microscopic fit, as if countless tiny gravitational anchors were taking effect, tightly connecting the palm to the wall.

Hu Xiaobei tried to push down with force, but his palm was as solid as a rock and did not move at all.

He was secretly delighted and tried to move his palm horizontally. Surprisingly, he was able to move it slowly across the wall as if walking on flat ground, leaving only extremely tiny and almost imperceptible marks on the wall.

Hu Xiaobei was very excited about the improvement of his shadow ability. Looking at the hidden night outside the window, he decided to make it more difficult for himself and go to the campus playground to test it out.

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, weighing heavily on the school playground. As he walked along, the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of Hu Xiaobei's light breathing could be heard.

He was filled with ecstasy about expanding his shadow abilities and couldn't wait to show off his skills in this open space.

He stood still, his eyes like torches, his thoughts like a net, and his shadow slowly wrapped around his whole body like a nimble tide.

Gradually, his entire body seemed to be tightly wrapped in a layer of extremely cool black liquid metal battle suit, emitting a cold luster under the dim moonlight.

Hu Xiaobei looked up at the towering walls of the playground stands, which looked a bit cold in the night.

He bent his body slightly, his leg muscles tensed instantly, like a cheetah gathering strength, and then suddenly exerted force, rushing towards the high wall like an arrow.

His feet tapped alternately on the wall, and each step was accompanied by a slight wriggling of the shadow, as if having a silent conversation with the wall, helping him to climb to the top easily.

He stood proudly on the top of the high wall, overlooking the dark area below, the night wind whistling past, blowing up the corners of his clothes.

At this moment, he recalled the scene in the ancient version of The Return of the Condor Heroes where the left foot stepped on the right foot and spiraled into the air.

I looked down and it was about five or six meters high.

Hu Xiaobei smiled contemptuously, not afraid at all.

He just moved slightly and came to a place about three meters high.

He sensed the soles of the shadow suit again to confirm that the shadow was in place.

Suddenly, he jumped up without fear, and his body fell straight down like a black lightning that cut through the night sky.

Just as he was about to land, the shadow beneath his feet instantly solidified, spread out, and sank slightly, like a black cloud gently supporting him.

He fell like a light feather, and his feet made almost no sound when they touched the ground.

The surrounding dust only swirled slightly symbolically before quickly disappearing into the quiet night.

Hu Xiaobei was overjoyed and rushed up the high wall again and came to the same position as before.

He maintained the shadow under his feet and dispersed the shadow suit on his body.

Then, based on the knowledge of wing suit flying and aeronautics that I have learned today, I began to slowly build a pair of huge wings on my back.

The shadows slowly gathered and extended on his back like a stream of ink. The strands of black shadows intertwined and entangled, gradually outlining the outline of the wings.

At first, the shape of the wings was slightly blurry, like the outline of a mountain shrouded in mist. As Hu Xiaobei focused on controlling it, its structure began to become clear.

It is not in the shape of feathers, but a unique shape built based on the principle of wing suit flying. The wing part has a slightly arched arc, like the smooth curve of a glider.

There are several perfect bends and ridges at the bottom, which look like an aerodynamic structure designed to cleverly guide airflow.

I don’t know how long it took, but the initial version of the Shadow Wings was finally completed.

In the faint moonlight, the entire shadow wings exuded a cold luster, as if it were a mysterious flying weapon born for the dark night.

Hu Xiaobei let out a long sigh, as if to relieve his fatigue.

Then he checked his condition again and jumped off the edge of the three-meter-high wall.

On his first attempt, his body plummeted like a falling stone. In a hurry, he frantically adjusted the angle of his wings, trying to catch more airflow.

"call--"

A gust of wind whistled past.

At the moment of landing, he successfully used his shadow wings to catch some air, and his body suddenly stopped. Although he staggered a little, he landed smoothly.

Hu Xiaobei frowned, summed up his experience, and climbed up the wall again.

This time, his jump was more decisive, and he leaped off the high wall like an arrow from a bow.

At the moment of jumping, he concentrated all his attention, precisely controlling the shadow's wings to quickly spread out and put them in the best gliding posture.

The curvature of the wing edge was like a carefully calculated blade, cutting into the air.

As his body fell rapidly, Hu Xiaobei used his mind to slightly adjust the angle of his wings, lifting them a little on one side and extending them a little on the other.

The air flowed smoothly along the wing surface like tamed water, making a slight rustling sound, and his body glided forward for a distance using the force.

But after all, this is a new experience, and the steering control is still not mature enough.

He had intended to land in a straight line at the predetermined point, but due to the angle deviation, he deviated from the direction when landing. He stepped on the ground in a panic and slid rapidly before he could barely stabilize his body.

Hu Xiaobei was not discouraged at all, because he enjoyed it. He cheered up and tried again and again to go back and forth between the high wall and the ground.

Every time you take off, you are accumulating experience for the next time.

Every time he was in the air, he held his breath and concentrated, as if he could sense the subtle texture of the air, and delicately adjusted the curvature of his wings.

Whether flattening, lifting, twisting or tilting, the swing amplitude becomes more and more just right.

By repeating this process over and over again, the results gradually became apparent, the gliding distance steadily increased, and the steering operation became more flexible.

Finally, after a jump, he adjusted skillfully, his shadow wings coordinated perfectly with the airflow, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and landing lightly.

Hu Xiaobei raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

At this moment, I can't help but shout: Who else?
Feeling proud and confident, Hu Xiaobei once again rushed up the wall.

This time he wants to challenge the highest point of five or six meters.

Without hesitation, he jumped with ease.

The figure left the top of the high wall and fell several feet rapidly like a stone thrown with great force. He hurriedly controlled the shadow wings to stretch and adjust.

However, the impact force and airflow changes brought about by the height of five or six meters are far greater than before.

When the newly spread wings cut into the airflow, they seemed to be pushed and pulled by a pair of invisible and manic hands.

The gliding trajectory was instantly filled with twists and turns. It was no longer a smooth arc, but like a lone boat in the stormy waves, swaying left and right, up and down.

Beads of sweat broke out on Hu Xiaobei's forehead. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to fine-tune the angle of his wings, trying to regain stability.

But the turbulent airflow seemed to have a spirit, and always raged again when he was about to stabilize it.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, he became extremely anxious and responded hastily. The moment he landed, his posture was difficult to control.

He staggered forward several steps before he managed to steady himself awkwardly, leaving a deep scratch on the ground.

Fortunately, the soles of the shoes were protected by shadows, so no injuries occurred.

At this moment, he was still frightened, his chest heaving violently, and he was gasping for breath.

Although there was no danger, the thrill of that moment still lingers in my mind, and I know that this is not the time to be so arrogant.

He looked up at the high wall about ten meters away from him, secretly remembered this lesson, patted the dust off his body, and retracted his shadow wings.

Although still a little reluctant and cautious, Hu Xiaobei decided to go back to the dormitory to rest first.

I plan to accumulate experience and fight again after my virtual and real abilities are improved.

(End of this chapter)