263: Chapter 263 The Ability of Extreme Flight

As soon as those words were spoken, the conscious channel of the group chat instantly fell silent.

Everyone appeared somewhat stunned.

The Professor and Li Dingjian had no reply for a moment.

Lin Chuqiao, Bailing, Dachui, and Monkey widened their eyes and turned to look at Fang Cheng in unison.

Fang Cheng stood upright and tall at the edge of the cliff, raising his eyes to gaze into the distance at the golden bumpa bottle radiating golden light.

Subsequently, he spoke with an even firmer tone:

"The bottle suspended in mid-air is obviously the Formation eye of the entire Formation on Miwu Mountain."

"The person in charge of the Lu family and that lama both know the Formation like the back of their hands, yet right now they are resorting to fierce combat to vie for the golden bumpa bottle. This shows that as long as one controls it, it is equivalent to controlling this Formation, which in turn concerns the life and death of all of us in the Inner World."

"Therefore, we must absolutely not sit and wait for death. If we take down the golden bumpa bottle and the Formation collapses, allowing us to successfully escape the Inner World, that would naturally be the best outcome."

"Even if that cannot be achieved, at least it will disrupt the opponent's plan and allow us to grasp more initiative."

These words were clear and logical with thorough analysis. Upon hearing them, everyone's hearts could not help but stir.

"I agree with White Ghost's view. No matter whether the Lu family or that lama wins, it will not be a good thing for us."

Lin Chuqiao nodded slightly, then turned to look at Fang Cheng, a look of worry revealing itself in her eyes:

"However, the distance from here to the golden bumpa bottle is so far, and there is still black fog blocking the middle. Rashly flying over is truly too dangerous."

"I feel that we can change to another method, for example, letting Monkey try to use a sniper rifle to shoot down the golden bumpa bottle. This can both avoid the risk of close combat and perhaps achieve the purpose of destroying the Formation eye and cracking the Formation..."

As Lin Chuqiao spoke, she gently bit her lower lip, her lips moving, nearly blurting out the sentence "I am worried about you".

She was not doubting whether Fang Cheng truly possessed the Flight ability, but rather deeply knew the degree of danger of this action.

At the thought of all the various mishaps Fang Cheng might encounter, worry surged into her heart like a tidal wave, difficult to suppress.

"That's right, White Ghost, you must never act rashly. We can first try other methods and decide based on the situation."

Li Dingjian subsequently reminded him in the conscious channel.

Staying in the manor, although he had not witnessed the terror of the black fog with his own eyes, back in the Underground Vault, the horrifying scene of the light sphere devouring flesh and blood was still vivid in his mind.

"White Ghost, I am not clear on what your specific abilities are."

The Professor pondered for a moment, and also cautiously advised:

"However, before taking action, you must first consider clearly whether you can confirm the location of the golden bumpa bottle and scout out a safe path to approach it. Otherwise, with the slightest mishap, the consequences would be unimaginable. Do you really have certainty?"

Fang Cheng did not continue to explain, but calmly replied with a sentence:

"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Finishing his words, he cast his gaze once more toward that unfathomable golden bumpa bottle.

The howling wind stirred his strands of hair, yet his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, piercing through layers of thick fog to face the desperate situation before him.

In fact, when deciding to take action, Fang Cheng had already used his Memory Palace to construct a three-dimensional holographic image in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to possess a god's-eye view, overlooking from high above the entire Miwu Mountain which seemed to have expanded several-fold.

Beneath his feet, the thick black fog churned, just like an endless sea of black clouds with undulations rising and falling.

And the golden bumpa bottle was like a dazzling star floating within, clearly presenting its full view.

Fang Cheng's gaze slowly shifted, scanning carefully. Not a single corner or detail could escape his eyes.

Even the most minute energy fluctuations around the Formation eye were acutely captured by him.

Through visual distance comparison, Fang Cheng estimated that the mountain peak where everyone was located had a height of about 190 meters, which was 73 meters higher than the position where the golden bumpa bottle floated.

Next, he precisely calculated various parameters such as distance, wind speed, wind pressure, and temperature.

The magnitude and direction of the wind speed directly affected the trajectory and speed of Flight, relating to the precision of the Flight route planning.

The fluctuations and changes in temperature and wind pressure could likewise not be ignored.

Interacting with each other, they would spawn complex and changing air currents, thereby exerting varying degrees of lift and resistance on the body.

With the slightest deviation, one might fall into a state of loss of control, getting further and further away from the target.

Therefore, besides making thorough estimations in advance, during the actual process of Flight, one also needed to rely on keen perception and superb skills to timely discover problems and quickly adjust posture to ensure stability.

Fang Cheng was immersed in the world of data, concentrating fully on calculating various parameters and variables.

This time, compared to verifying hovering ability in the mountain forest last time, the difficulty undoubtedly escalated exponentially.

Not only was the Flight distance several times farther, but the surrounding environment was also incomparably perilous.

You must know, the steep slope used for experiments last time was merely a height of over 50 meters.

Yet what he faced this time was a peak piercing straight above the clouds and fog, with a height of 190 meters far exceeding the limit range.

Such a height was something Fang Cheng had never tried before, practically an impossible task; the physical and psychological pressure could be imagined.

After all, even the headland on Yongan Island where he challenged the limit of diving was only a little over 100 meters.

However, this did not mean there were no favorable conditions.

For example, more powerful air currents and sufficient altitude difference could contend for more adjustment and hovering time.

Fang Cheng was prepared to make full use of these natural conditions, coupled with his own special skills, to find a relatively safe Flight route from them.

Of course, prior to this, he had to pre-imagine the problems that might be encountered during Flight.

Subsequently, within the Miwu Mountain model constructed by the Memory Palace, Fang Cheng began to try various extreme challenges.

Just like playing a virtual reality Flight game, through a realistic environmental experience to verify whether his ideas were feasible.

Once he failed, he would reset to position, adjust parameters, and set off again.

Trying continuously like this, constantly reviewing, checking for omissions and making up for deficiencies.

Each simulation drill was no different from accumulating precious experience traded for by risking one's life, laying a solid Foundation for the ultimate actual combat.

In the eyes of Lin Chuqiao and the others, Fang Cheng stood quietly at the edge of the cliff, seeming to have fallen into deep thought and hesitation.

Everyone did not dare to speak rashly, fearing to disturb his thoughts.

Suddenly, a sharp gleam flashed across Fang Cheng's eyes, which was a manifestation of absolute confidence.

After dozens of unremitting attempts, he finally found a Flight route with the highest success rate amidst the intricate data and simulated reality, mastering effective response methods to face various variables.

"Wait for me."

Fang Cheng spoke, his voice calm and firm, carrying an abundant strength that made one unable to help but believe in him.

Afterwards, under the concerned gazes of Lin Chuqiao and the others, he retreated backward for several tens of meters until his back leaned against a cliff face.

At this time, the people from the other teams saw this scene and successively cast surprised and curious gazes, whispering to each other and guessing what on earth Fang Cheng wanted to do.

Among them were several people who were survivors from participating in the scramble for the golden bumpa bottle in the woods earlier.

Their hearts still felt somewhat timid, and they couldn't help but secretly take a few steps back, suspecting that this human-shaped Vicious Beast probably had some astonishing action again.

Fang Cheng did not care at all about the gazes and discussions cast from all around.

After standing still, he unhurriedly exercised his neck and limbs.

A crack crack popping sound emitted from his joints, adjusting his bodily state to let every single muscle receive full warm-up preparation.

Then he bent his knees into a half-squat, his upper body leaning forward slightly, his arms supporting the ground with his hands, striking a standard sprint preparatory posture.

His entire body was like a fully drawn bow, every inch of muscle brimming with power, ready at any moment to spring forth.

At the moment of raising his head slightly, his gaze penetrated through his arms, staring fixedly at the darkness ahead that resembled an endless abyss.

In his field of vision, a running route seemed to be outlined by a paintbrush, extending straight from under his feet to the edge of the cliff, and then sketching out a parabola, expanding toward the air.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath of the wind brushing against his face, his ribcage rising and falling rhythmically, rapidly adjusting his bodily state.

The piercing coldness permeating the air made his whole person instantly incomparably sober, and also added a kind of excitement to welcome the battle.

His blood gradually boiled, causing his body to lean forward even more, and his hips to raise further.

"Clack!"

As if a mechanism wound to the limit suddenly loosened, Fang Cheng instantly started off.

His front foot stomped fiercely, and the ground instantly depressed into a pit.

His back foot kicked off simultaneously, rock debris splashed, and a footprint appeared.

With the aid of the powerful reaction force, his legs were like springs installed, rapidly exerting force to swing forward, driving his body to dart forward like an arrow leaving the string.

The starting movement was smooth and accomplished in one go, with astonishing explosive power, resembling a super sports car roaring to life.

"Clatter——"

The engine roared, the sound wave vibrating.

At this mountain peak, a much more fierce hurricane was instantly stirred up, roaring and sweeping across the surroundings.

Wherever the violent wind passed, the branches and leaves of plants were blown to tremble violently, rustling, and flying sand and dust were whipped up, charging straight at everyone's faces.

Everyone simply had no time to react, and could only raise their hands one after another in panic to shield themselves.

It was truly hard to imagine that the lightning-fast figure before their eyes was actually a human running.

Just as everyone was still immersed in shock, Fang Cheng was like a black lightning bolt, crossing a distance of dozens of meters and arriving at the cliff edge in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, his arms swung swiftly and forcefully, just like a flying bird flapping its wings, providing powerful assistance for continuous acceleration of the body.

Then, without hesitation, he took a stepping takeoff, lifting his knees high and charging fiercely out of the cliff.

His entire person was like being catapulted into the air, carrying momentum and darting forward for nearly fifty meters further.

Strikingly, following the preset trajectory, he sketched out a parabola.

And when his body was about to reach the highest point, Fang Cheng's mind entered an incomparably calm state of Focus.

Everything around seemed to fall into stagnation, and even the passage of time seemed to become slow.

At this moment, the entire world only had Fang Cheng himself alone.

"Thump, thump."

His heart beat powerfully within his chest cavity, the echo clearly audible, resembling rhythmic drumbeats.

"Clatter——"

A strong wind of level 7 blew howling from behind, like surging waves of the sea, forming an onward thrust.

The wind speed was 13.9 - 17.1 meters per second, and the wind pressure was 120.8 - 182.8 Pascals.

Fang Cheng's mind operated rapidly, making a precise judgment in an instant.

Consequently, he twisted his waist and abdomen, skillfully adjusting his posture while extending both arms, resembling an eagle spreading its wings to soar. Following the wind's momentum, he once again utilized the wind force to continue moving forward.

With a "clatter" sound, his body actually sketched out an even smoother arc in the air, thereby beginning his gliding journey.

Then, toward the golden bumpa bottle hanging high in the thick fog and deciding everyone's fate, he flew unwaveringly.

Everyone on the mountain peak was stunned in place, unable to recover their wits for a long time. In their eyes, besides shock, there was only shock.

They widened their mouths, as if wanting to say something, but were shocked by this unimaginable scene before them to the point of being unable to emit the slightest sound.

They could only blankly gaze at the direction where Fang Cheng left, their hearts full of astonishment at his heroic feat and apprehension toward the unknown result.

Lin Chuqiao stood at the cliff edge, gazing fixedly at Fang Cheng's figure gradually disappearing into the mist, her hands unconsciously clasping in front of her chest, her fingernails almost embedding into her palms.

That howling sound of the wind seemed like a rope pulling at her heart, every single beat making her heart tighten even more.

Yet right now, she could only silently pray for Fang Cheng, hoping that he would be safe and sound and successfully achieve the goal.

After learning of Fang Cheng's action, the expressions on the faces of the Professor and Li Dingjian in the manor also instantly froze.

A complex light flickered in the Professor's eyes, containing both appreciation for Fang Cheng's courage and deep worry toward this adventurous act.

Li Dingjian widened his eyes, looking up at the vault of heaven covered with dark clouds, his fists clenched tightly, as if doing so could transmit some power to Fang Cheng flying in the air.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, tensely waiting for subsequent news.

Fang Cheng, positioned high in the air, was like a brave soul dancing with the violent wind, gathering all his Mental Energy and engaging in a thrilling contest against gravity.

Outlined in his field of vision was a planned Flight arc, resembling a natural resistance slope leading straight to the golden speck of light hidden in the black fog.

However, from the mountain peak to the location of the target, there was a distance of about 903 meters, nearly a kilometer away.

This was by no means a journey that could be easily crossed.

Wanting to smoothly reach the target, he had to give full play to his hovering ability, using the precious hovering time as much as possible during the gliding process to delay the descent speed.

But relying solely on this single ability was obviously still far from enough.

According to the calculations and exercises in the Memory Palace beforehand, over such a long distance, if there were no other coping strategies, he would start free-falling before even flying halfway.

The solution Fang Cheng thought of was to use the skill he relied on the most — "Qigong"!

As soon as his thought stirred, True Qi gushed out from his Dantian, instantly spreading to his limbs and bones.

Rumble——

Between an inhalation and an exhalation, thunderous sounds vaguely resounded.

The Qi inside Fang Cheng's body billowed, and his five viscera, six bowels, tendons, bones, skin, and flesh all vibrated slightly.

Afterwards, the tightly closed pores of his whole body abruptly opened, and accompanied by the roaring of thunder, streams of white steam jetted out from them.

These white vapors rushed out, actually creating an outward exhausting effect, as if equipping his body with countless miniature boosters.

Fang Cheng immediately felt his physique become increasingly light and agile, and with a "swish", wrapped in strong wind, he darted forward even faster.

Just like a jet plane, buzzing and rumbling, slicing through the vast sky.

Yet even so, the process of flying across Miwu Mountain was still fraught with perils.

The strong wind howling from the side was like many pairs of invisible giant hands, desperately shoving and tugging at his body, attempting to drag him away from the established trajectory.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng had accumulated rich experience through simulated Flight earlier.

At this moment, amidst actual combat, he could also rely on his Mental and Agility attributes exceeding 40 points to timely perceive the complex and changing air currents, instantly making posture adjustment movements.

In this way, he skillfully utilized the impact force of the wind, converting it into assistance for adjusting direction, precisely correcting the Flight path bit by bit to ensure he never deviated from the scheduled route.

As his body continuously glided and descended forward, Fang Cheng got closer and closer to the golden bumpa bottle radiating brilliant light.

A new danger, however, followed closely behind.