218: Chapter 218 A Good Thing Happens

Chapter 218 Encountering a Good Thing

Standing on this hillside that had just completed an extreme challenge, Fang Cheng checked the data recorded by his sports watch.

Then he raised his head and looked at the hatchet-hewn cliff not far away.

The wind whistled, and the mist had not yet dispersed.

In the air shrouded in light smoke, there seemed to still linger traces of "Flight".

The 8.4 seconds of time naturally did not all belong to the air-time.

According to normal physical laws, for a height of more than thirty meters, considering only the free-fall time, it would be in the range of about 2.5 seconds to 2.8 seconds.

And during the test a year ago, the air-time limit he could achieve was about 3.07 seconds.

That is to say, in this cliff-jumping test, he actually stayed in the air for 3 seconds longer.

However, Fang Cheng knew very well in his heart.

The extra 3 seconds were not entirely due to the effect after the Breakthrough of the agility attribute to 40 points.

Or more accurately, there was no obvious and direct Karma between the two.

Because in terms of simply staying in the air while keeping the body at the highest point without descending, the improving effect of the agility attribute was inherently extremely limited.

Estimated from this cliff-jumping experience, even if the agility Breakthrough reached 40 points, the degree of improvement would at most not exceed 0.5 seconds.

What Fang Cheng did was more to cleverly distribute the precious air-time during the descent, thereby creating an experience close to "wingsuit Flight", increasing the air-time effect by about twice compared to before.

This method of Flight was by no means completely detached from gravity.

Instead, with the power brought by the airflow and a sufficiently open landscape, the body was able to maintain a certain height of gliding in the air, extending the time for both feet to land as much as possible.

Ultimately forming an effect similar to "riding the wind Flight".

However, wanting to achieve such a degree of ease was no different from whimsical fantasy for ordinary people.

Setting aside natural environmental factors, one must first possess extremely strong balance to stabilize one's posture under the dual tug-of-war of airflow impact and gravity.

Secondly, it also required excellent flexibility, like mimicking the gliding posture of flying squirrels and other animals, stretching the body posture as much as possible to increase a larger air force-bearing surface.

Especially needing to know every inch of muscle in the body like the back of one's hand, calmly coping with various changes in upward and horizontal airflow, and accurately adjusting the magnitude and direction of lift and drag.

Being able to instantly make effective reaction measures when encountering various emergencies, only thus could one harness the power of the wind.

Ultimately, these were the key to the agility attribute assisting the improvement of air-time capability.

What it brought was not just a change in speed, but a leap forward in the comprehensive quality of the body.

Fang Cheng reminisced about that heart-stirring feeling of Flight just now.

Then he took a deep breath, felt the fresh air in the mountains, and his heart was full of plans for subsequent training.

At least, his current self was already able to perform peerless lightness skills that navigated danger with ease and swept like startled swans, just like the martial heroes in those movies.

Towards the grand goal of truly realizing "flying in mid-air", he had undoubtedly taken a solid and major step forward.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng lowered his head and cast his gaze once more onto the sports watch on his wrist.

The time displayed on the dial was 7:36.

He had to hurry back to the hotel, lest his mother and the others wake up, find him not in the room, and have thoughts of worry.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look at the surrounding environment, searching for a way out.

At this moment, he was on the steep meadow slope in front of the cliff, which seemed to belong to a seldom-visited area.

To the left was a lush camphor forest, with luxuriant branches and leaves overlapping layer upon layer like a natural barrier, blocking the line of sight tightly.

Underfoot, it was even overgrown with weeds, growing wildly and untidily; obviously, few people would come to such a ghost place.

Fortunately, it was currently winter, and snakes were still in hibernation.

Along the way, he did not encounter any "surprise" matters, saving a lot of potential trouble.

When walking deep into the woods, the sunlight was almost completely obscured by the branches and leaves, with only a few wisps of fragmented light penetrating the gaps and spilling down.

Occasionally, a few "coo", "coo" bird calls came from afar, making this forest appear even more gloomy and eerie.

Suddenly, a strange cry joined in, breaking this silence.

Fang Cheng instantly straightened his waist and back, his muscles tightening slightly all over.

Listening carefully, that sound was intermittent, sobbing and wailing.

It sounded like someone crying and begging for mercy, appearing exceptionally abrupt in this inherently secluded place.

Fang Cheng's eyes became sharp, revealing a bit of doubt.

Then he cautiously moved his steps, walking slowly towards the source of the sound.

In the dense and deep woods, the sunlight appeared relatively dim here.

The morning mist that had not yet dissipated still gently wandered among the woods.

A breeze blew past, leaves rustled, the mist drifted away, revealing four figures.

Two burly and tough men were vigorously digging a pit, their shovels raising soil time and time again, making dull thudding sounds.

A cold-eyed bald man was holding a gun in his hand, the pitch-black muzzle pointing directly at another person kneeling on the ground.

That person was stout in build, with a face full of auspiciousness.

At this moment, however, he was wearing a dirty, mud-stained sportswear, bruised and swollen, with an expression of incomparable panic.

It seemed he had just been running and exercising in the morning, but right now he had been caught here by several bandits who wanted to murder him for his money.

After experiencing a round of resistance and struggle, his knees knocked heavily against the ground full of fallen leaves and mud, crying with snot and tears streaming down.

"Hurry up and dig, don't dawdle!"

The tall and thin bandit wiped the sweat from his face while shouting in a low voice to his companion beside him.

The shovel in his hand stabbed fiercely into the soil time and time again with his movements, and the raised soil splashed onto his trouser legs.

The other slightly shorter and sturdier bandit gave a muffled response: "I know."

The frequency of his shovel scooping dirt was much slower than his companion's, and every few shovels, he would mutter a few words:

"That damn Fatty Xu, making us go through so much trouble. Even if he confesses honestly later, we can't let him off easily..."

The arms with rolled-up cuffs of both men revealed ferocious tattoos; obviously, they were no good sorts.

As the soil kept flying up, a deep pit was gradually taking shape under their feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the fat man kneeling aside could not help but tremble all over.

He raised his head to look at the bald man standing in front of him pointing a gun at him, and cried out tearfully:

"Big Brother, please have mercy and let me go. I really don't know what antiques!"

"I have elderly parents above and young children below; the whole family depends on me for a living. My parents are in poor health and bedridden year-round, and their medicine can't be stopped. My child just started elementary school, sensible and well-behaved, looking forward to me coming home every day..."

When it came to the emotional part, the snot was almost dragging into his mouth, and he couldn't care less about wiping it.

"It's fine."

The bald man's eyes were cold as he ruthlessly interrupted:

"I still have two brothers guarding your front door. After you go down, I'll send them to reunite with you."

Hearing this, the fat man's face turned instantly pale, and his body trembled even more violently.

"Big Brother, whatever you have against me, come at me. I am truly an honest person doing legitimate business."

"You want money, right? I can give it to you, one million! Not enough? Then two million, still not enough? Then... then... five million..."

The more he spoke, the more his voice trembled, as if out of fear, and also as if it hurt to bleed so much money just to save his life.

"Are you fucking brushing off beggars?!"

The tall and thin bandit digging the hole couldn't help cursing, his face full of disdain, and the shovel in his hand paused heavily.

"Boss Xu, do you think we didn't investigate you before doing things?"

The bald man sneered, took a step forward, and the muzzle of the gun almost pressed against the fat man's forehead.

He lowered his head slightly, overlooking the fat man, the chill in his eyes intensifying even more, as if looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered:

"Among the biggest ghost-goods dealers on the Dongdu Dao, you are one of them, right? I heard that you hide all the good things in the Underground Vault in your hometown, including an antique stolen from the Xishan Ancient Tomb."

"For these things, our brothers didn't even spend the New Year properly and have been watching you for a week."

"What Underground Vault?"

Yet the fat man showed a blank look and hurriedly shook his head to defend himself:

"My hometown does have a cellar, but that old house is about to collapse, and the cellar is piled with sundries. How would I dare put such precious things there?"

"Still daring to be stubborn!"

The bald man let out an angry shout and fiercely smashed the gun butt towards his head.

A cut instantly opened on the fat man's forehead, blood flowing down his face. In pain, he let out an "ouch" and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Really, I am not lying to you!"

Lying on the ground with his hands covering his wound, the fat man still begged for mercy with a crying tone:

"I don't know where you guys heard the news. Maybe that day my mind was clouded by lard, thinking that hanging out in the Jianghu, occasionally bragging to make myself look capable, I casually mentioned to someone about a vault hiding antiques. Who knew it would spread to the ears of you big brothers? I really regret it so much my intestines are turned blue."

"You big brothers are magnanimous, please spare me this once! I promise I won't dare to brag wildly ever again. If I offend again, let me be struck by lightning!"

"Damn it, I don't have that much patience to talk nonsense with you!"

The bald man then stepped forward and kicked him a few more times, his boots landing heavily on the body and making a dull sound.

The fat man wailed, hugging his head with both hands and curling up into a ball, the fat on his face distorted with pain.

"Shut up, if you dare howl one more sound, I'll blow your brains out with one shot right now."

The bald man's eyes revealed a cold murderous intent, the muzzle of the gun pressing against the fat man's forehead, on the verge of eruption:

"I' ratherm telling you, all of us brothers have stained our hands with quite a few lives, and we're not short of yours now."

"Today, if you don't hand over the location of the Underground Vault and the key, I'll bury you alive right here. When the time comes, you'll neither be seen alive nor dead as a ghost, making you a lonely wandering spirit!"

Saying this, he turned his head sideways to look at the two people digging the pit and urged: "Hurry up, don't delay things."

"Alright, Big Brother, it'll be dug right away."

Hearing this, the two lackeys immediately waved their shovels even harder.

Before long, a grave seemingly tailored for him had already taken shape.

The fat man was kicked into the pit by a big foot, rolling over and falling to the bottom of the pit.

He raised his head to look at the pit wall nearly a man's height, as yellow mud kept falling down under the swinging of the shovels, flying down all over his head and face.

The opposite side obviously genuinely intended to bury him alive here.

Scared pale, the fat man begged for mercy in a panic:

"Don't, don't, I'll talk, I'll talk okay!"

Hearing this, the bald man sneered coldly:

"You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin. Speak up quickly while you haven't been buried up to your neck, otherwise it'll be too late!"

The fat man trembled his lips, hesitating again and again, just about to open his mouth to say something.

In the bushes not far away, a rustling strange noise suddenly came.

It was like the soles of shoes stepping on dead branches and walking through the grass.

Immediately after, a frightened wild rabbit fled out. Accompanied by its flustered footsteps were a few sharp "squeak" cries.

The sudden movement stunned all three bandits, and they couldn't help turning their heads to look over.

Before their tense nerves could relax, they subsequently saw a strange man abruptly walking out from the depths of the woods.

The newcomer wore a neat sportswear, had a tall figure, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and an extremely handsome appearance.

It was precisely Fang Cheng who had tracked his way here all the way.

Seeing these three people looking at him with fierce eyes, Fang Cheng spread his hands with a calm expression and said in a relaxed tone:

"I am just passing by to exercise here, do whatever you like."

While speaking, he quietly observed the surrounding situation, his gaze sweeping across the deep pit behind the bandits and the disheveled fat man.

The bald man narrowed his eyes, staring suspiciously at Fang Cheng. The gun in his hand lifted slightly, the muzzle pointing towards his direction intentionally or unintentionally, and said coldly:

"Passing by to exercise? Hmph, this place is extremely remote, not by the roadside, how could people just happen to pass by so easily."

The tall and thin bandit hoisted the shovel onto his shoulder, tilted his head, and chimed in:

"Big Brother, I think this kid might just be Xu's bodyguard, tracking the tail here."

The short and stout bandit also nodded, saying in a muffled voice:

"No matter what, we can't let him just walk away like this."

The bald man held the gun in his hand, a trace of murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Since you've bumped into our good deed, you might as well stay here too."

While speaking, he motioned with his mouth towards the tall and thin bandit.

Receiving the signal, the tall and thin bandit also revealed a fierce look in his eyes.

With the Big Brother holding a gun to back him up, his anger flared directly and he was full of drive.

Immediately, he gripped the shovel on his shoulder tightly, and without another word, rushed towards Fang Cheng with a fierce Aura.

The shovel swept a chilling arc in the air, its sharp blade directly chopping towards Fang Cheng's forehead, as if wanting to slice off half of his head.

Because the force was too violent, the flesh on his face trembled along with the action of waving the shovel with both hands.

Fang Cheng, however, was unhurried, dodging this fierce strike sideways like a ghost, and then light-footedly circling to the side.

His body didn't seem to move much as he directly dodged past.

The expression on his face was calm and composed, as if he were just playing a relaxed game.

The tall and thin bandit missed his strike, brushing past Fang Cheng along with the shovel.

He couldn't help but be furious out of shame, veins bulging on his forehead.

Thus, he let out a furious roar, swung the shovel again, and fiercely smashed towards Fang Cheng's back of the head with a whistling wind.

Fang Cheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, tilting his head slightly, his five fingers like steel hooks probing out swiftly to instantly grab the blade of the shovel.

The tall and thin bandit's face turned completely red from holding back his breath, pulling back with all his might using both hands.

Just as he attempted to contest strength, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force, flicked his arm, and loosened his tightly clenched fingers.

The tall and thin bandit instantly flew out uncontrollably, just like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight into a tree.

The thick tree trunk was shaken to quiver rustlingly, leaves fluttering down.

Then, with a "crack" sound.

It wasn't the tree that broke.

But the waist of the tall and thin bandit broke!

The cracking sound of that spine was clearly audible, soul-stirring.

This sudden turn of events instantly stunned everyone present.