9: Chapter 9 Temporary Tools

"Bear, can you run as fast as him?"

Hearing Wu Jing ask this, Bear shook his head with a bitter smile.

"If it were on open, flat ground, I could indeed run as fast as him. But without knowing what lies ahead, I wouldn't run this fast—not even for the sake of the people I love."

Wu Jing looked at Ed Stafford.

"Ed Stafford, what about you?"

Ed Stafford shrugged.

"Just as Bear said, I still want to live a few more years and spend time with my family."

Hearing their answers, the livestream room's bullet screen was instantly flooded.

"Holy crap, did I hear that right? Even Master Bear doesn't dare to run like him? Is this still the fearless Master Bear I know?"

"One look and I can tell you're not a die-hard fan of Master Bear. When was Master Bear ever fearless? He is bold because of his superb skills, which is very different from looking for death, okay?"

"This is the first time I've seen Master Ed back down too. Hahaha, look at Master Ed's expression, it's so funny, like a terrified little bride."

"Both of these tough guys have acknowledged Extreme Brother. Now do you see the sheer gold standard of Extreme Brother's moves? Don't look down on Extreme Brother just because he's a college student; he is truly incredible!"

Qin Feng's speed was simply too fast, and his dodging and leaping maneuvers were incredibly flashy!

When the camera switched to the first-person perspective camera worn by Qin Feng, everyone in front of the screens couldn't help but hold their breath, terrified that their own movements might affect Qin Feng's progress!

Qin Feng wove through a pile of wooden crates. Rusty iron nails protruded from the boards, brushing past his neck by a hair's breadth!

Qin Feng leaped onto another rooftop, but the wooden boards on it were hollow. The moment his feet landed, the entire board shattered under his weight!

If Qin Feng hadn't reacted with lightning speed and grabbed the edge tightly with both hands, he would have fallen straight down the ventilation shaft!

Watching the shattered pieces of wood fall from over ten stories high, the netizens in the livestream room were all broken out in a cold sweat.

"Holy crap, my pants are wet! I'm not watching anymore!"

"Wait, is this guy really risking his life? Is it really worth it? If he loses his life, even winning the prize money would be useless."

"I can see it now. Extreme Brother purely loves the thrill of walking on the edge of death. I'd call him a severe adrenaline addict!"

"Does Extreme Brother have a personal account? I want to follow him. Not for anything else, just to see how long an awesome guy like Extreme Brother can survive."

Although Qin Feng's series of high-speed dashes caused the livestream room's online viewer rate to soar, it also kept the Program Team's staff on tenterhooks. Director Wang Haiwei's legs turned so jelly-soft that he didn't dare stand, only daring to watch while seated.

"Don't die, student bro, Extreme Brother, you absolutely must not die!"

Director Wang Haiwei pressed his hands together in devout prayer.

His entire future was now riding on Qin Feng.

As long as Qin Feng could safely secure first place, it would prove his gamble was right.

When that time came, not only the Third Boss, but probably even the Second Boss would call him personally to congratulate him.

This was a massive gamble.

Wang Haiwei couldn't afford to lose, and Qin Feng even less so!

...

Soon, Qin Feng climbed up from the edge of the ventilation shaft.

By now, he had reached the final rooftop.

As long as he could leap to the opposite rooftop, Qin Feng would be less than a hundred meters away from the finish line.

But the gap between the two buildings was currently at least fifteen meters.

Even if a long jumper came, it would be absolutely impossible to clear such a distance.

Qin Feng also noticed this immense distance.

The worst part was that the side of the opposite rooftop was covered entirely in tiles with no handholds, and there were no windows, doors, or balconies.

In other words, if Qin Feng couldn't leap directly onto the opposite rooftop, even if he fell short by just a tiny bit, he would plummet dozens of meters and turn into a puddle of mush!

Time was running out for Qin Feng!

Qin Feng carefully observed his surroundings, then walked over to tear down several clotheslines, twisting them together into a single rope.

Next, he grabbed two relatively thick steel bars from nearby. Using both his hands and feet, he applied the principle of leverage to bend the steel bars.

When the netizens in the livestream room saw Qin Feng doing this, their eyes instantly widened.

"Wait, what is this guy doing? Is he making a tool?"

"No way. Does this mean he still plans to jump across such a long distance?"

"Jump across? A fifteen-meter gap, how can he jump that? Is he jumping with his life on the line?"

"Wait, guys, he really seems to want to jump across. Look, he's already tied the rope and steel bars together!"

The two steel bars Qin Feng took were very tough. Even though Qin Feng had boosted his strength, using the principle of leverage, he still came close to exhaustion before bending the two steel bars into his desired shape.

Next, with trembling hands, Qin Feng threaded each strand of the clothesline through the bent steel bars, securing the two bars together by tying them in knots.

Qin Feng was extremely patient and meticulous during this step, ensuring that every single clothesline was firmly secured to the steel bars and would not slip off.

When the large screen displayed the tool Qin Feng had made, Dilraba looked completely bewildered.

"What is this? It looks so strange."

Bear and Ed Stafford also shook their heads, not understanding what this tool Qin Feng had made was for.

Only Wu Jing saw through it at a glance, his expression changing slightly.

"This is a Flying Tiger Claw. It's said that top assassins of the past used this kind of thing to scale walls and leap over roofs."

"However, this tool only exists in ancient texts. Some people have tried to recreate it in reality, but they all failed."

"The Flying Tiger Claw demands too much arm strength; ordinary people simply can't handle it. Moreover, this tool has a very low margin for error. If you make even a single mistake, you could fall directly from a height and be splattered into meat paste!"

Once Wu Jing said this, everyone else also recognized the tool.

The netizens in the livestream room gasped in quick succession.

"Holy crap, Extreme Brother is getting more and more ridiculous. He even made a Flying Tiger Claw?"

"Damn, what kind of reliability does an improvised tool made from clotheslines and steel bars have? Extreme Brother is literally gambling with his life!"

"My dad asked me why I was watching the livestream on my knees. After I explained it to him, he's now kneeling and watching with me."

"Friendly reminder: brothers who faint at the sight of blood can exit the livestream room now and just read the news tomorrow."

"Damn, damn, damn! Look, Extreme Brother has stood up!"

Qin Feng wrapped the rope around his left hand twice, holding the end with the steel frame in his right hand.

Then, taking a deep breath, he took a running start and dashed straight toward the opposite rooftop!