Standing on the hillside that had just completed the extreme challenge, Fang Cheng checked the data recorded by Sports Watch.
Then he raised his head and looked at the Axe-cut-like cliff not far away.
The wind is howling, but the fog has not yet cleared.
In the air shrouded in light smoke, there seemed to be traces of "flying" left.
Of course, not all of the 8.4 seconds belongs to Airtime.
According to normal physical laws, at a height of more than thirty meters, if only the Free Fall time is considered, it will be approximately 2.5 seconds to 2.8 seconds.
During the test a year ago, the airborne limit that I could achieve was about 3.07 seconds.
In other words, during this cliff jumping test, I actually stayed in the air for three seconds longer.
However, Fang Cheng knows it very well.
The extra 3 seconds are not all due to Agility Attribute breaking through 40 points.
Or to be more precise, there is no obvious and direct Karma relationship between the two.
Because Agility Attribute's lifting effect is extremely limited in terms of simply staying in the air to keep the body at the highest point without falling.
Based on this cliff jumping experience, even if you break through 40 points of agility, the improvement will not exceed 0.5 seconds at most.
What Fang Cheng does is to cleverly disperse the precious Airtime during the landing process, thereby creating an almost "wingsuit flying" experience and improving the airborne effect by about twice compared to before.
This way of flying is by no means completely divorced from Geocentric Gravity.
Instead, it uses the power brought by the airflow and the open enough terrain to enable the body to maintain a certain height in the air and glide to maximize the time for the feet to land.
Finally, an effect similar to "Wind Riding Flight" is formed.
However, for ordinary people, wanting to achieve such a level of ease is no different from whims.
Regardless of natural environmental factors, you must first have a strong balance to stabilize your body shape under the impact of the airflow and the double pull of Geocentric Gravity.
Secondly, it also requires excellent flexibility, such as imitating the shape of Gliding of animals such as flying squirrels, stretching the body posture as much as possible and increasing the air stress surface.
In particular, you need to know every inch of the body's muscles, calmly respond to various changes in updrafts and horizontal airflows, and accurately adjust the magnitude and direction of lift and resistance.
Only by being able to make effective responses instantly when encountering various emergencies can you harness the power of the wind.
In the final analysis, these are the keys for Agility Attribute to help Airtime Ability improve.
It brings not only a change in speed, but also a dramatic transformation in overall physical fitness.
Fang Cheng I recall the thrilling feeling of flying just now.
Then I took a deep breath, felt the fresh mountain air, and filled my mind with plans for subsequent training.
At least, now I am able to display the peerless Lightness Skill like the knights in those movies, taking risks with ease and grace.
It is undoubtedly a big solid step towards truly realizing the grand goal of "Midair Flight".
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng lowered his head and looked at Sports Watch on his wrist again.
The dial shows the time, 7:36.
You have to go back to Hotel quickly, lest Mom and the others wake up and find that they are not in the room and get worried.
Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment, looking for a way out.
At this moment, he was on the steep slope of the meadow in front of the cliff, which seemed to be an inaccessible area.
To the left there is a lush Camphor Woods, with lush branches and leaves stacked on top of each other, like a natural barrier, completely blocking the view.
There are overgrown weeds under the feet, growing wildly and unkemptly. It is obvious that few people come to such a ghost place.
Fortunately, it is winter now and snakes are still hibernating.
I didn't encounter any "surprises" along the way, which saved me a lot of potential trouble.
When we walked to the depths of Woods, the sunlight was almost completely blocked by the branches and leaves, with only a few rays of fine light penetrating through the gaps.
Occasionally, there are a few bird calls of "cuckoo" and "cuckoo" coming from a distance, but they make this Woods even more gloomy.
Suddenly, a strange cry joined in, breaking the silence.
Fang Cheng Instantly, my back straightened and my whole body muscles tightened slightly.
Listen carefully, the sound is intermittent and whining.
It looked like someone was crying and begging for mercy, which seemed particularly abrupt in such a quiet place.
Fang Cheng's eyes became sharp, revealing a bit of confusion.
Then he moved his steps carefully and walked slowly towards the place where the sound came from.
In the dense and deep Woods, the sunlight appears dim here.
The mist that has not dissipated in the early morning is still gently wandering in the forest.
A gust of wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and the mist drifted away, revealing four figures.
Two sturdy men were working hard to dig a hole. The Iron Shovel in their hands lifted up the soil again and again, making a dull popping sound.
A stern-eyed Bald Man held a gun in his hand, and the black muzzle was pointed directly at another person kneeling on the ground.
The man was fat and had a happy face.
At this moment, he was wearing a dirty and muddy sportswear, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and an extremely frightened expression.
It seems that I was just jogging in the morning to exercise, but now I am caught by several gangsters who want to seek money and death.
After some resistance and struggle, I banged my knees heavily on the ground covered with fallen leaves and soil, crying with snot and tears.
"Dig quickly, don't waste time!"
The tall and thin gangster wiped the sweat from his face and shouted to his companion next to him in a low voice.
The Iron Shovel in his hand plunged into the soil again and again with his movements, and the raised soil splashed on his trouser legs.
The other gangster, who was slightly shorter and stouter, responded in a muffled voice, "I know."
Iron Shovel shovels soil much slower than his companions. Every time he shovels, he mutters:
"That stupid Fatty Xu has caused us to go to such great lengths. Even if we tell you the truth later, we can't let him off easily..."
The arms of both of them rolled up their cuffs, revealing a ferocious Tattoo. They were obviously not good people.
As the soil continued to rise, a deep hole was gradually forming beneath their feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When the fat man kneeling beside him saw this, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
He looked up at Bald Man, who was standing in front of him with a gun pointed at him, and cried:
"Brother, please just let me go. I really don't know what Antique is!"
"I have an elder and a younger child, and the whole family is counting on me to support them. My parents are in poor health and have been bedridden all year round. They cannot stop taking medicine. My child has just entered elementary school. He is well-behaved and sensible. He looks forward to my coming home every day..."
When he talked about the emotional part, the mucus from his nose almost ended up in his mouth, and he didn't even bother to wipe it away.
"It's okay."
Bald Man's eyes were cold and he interrupted ruthlessly:
"I still have two brothers waiting in front of your house. After you go down, I will send them to reunite with you."
When the fat man heard this, his face turned pale and his body shook even more violently.
"Brother, if you have anything to do with me, come to me. I really do my duty and do serious business."
"You want money, right? I can give you one million! Not enough? That two million, isn't it enough? That... that... five million..."
The more he spoke, the more his voice shook, as if he was scared, or as if his body was hurting and he needed so much blood to save his life.
"Where the hell are you sending to beg for food?!"
The tall and thin gangster who was digging the hole couldn't help but curse, his face was full of contempt, and he paused heavily on Iron Shovel in his hand.
"Boss Xu, do you think we haven't investigated you before doing anything?"
Bald Man snorted coldly, took a step forward, and the muzzle of the gun almost touched the fat man's forehead.
He lowered his head slightly and looked down at the fat man. The chill in his eyes was even worse, as if he was looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered:
"You are one of the biggest Illicit Antiquities Dealers on the Eastern Capital road. I heard that you hid all your goodies in the Underground Vault in your hometown, including an antique stolen from Western Mountain Ancient Tomb."
"For these things, we brothers have been watching you for a week without even spending a year."
"What Underground Vault?"
The fat man looked confused and quickly shook his head in defense:
"There is a cellar in my hometown, but the old house is almost collapsing and the cellar is full of debris. How could I dare to put such valuable things there."
"How dare you speak so harshly!"
Bald Man shouted angrily and slammed the handle of the gun into his head.
The fat man's forehead instantly opened a gash, and blood flowed down his face. He said "ouch" in pain and fell to the ground in a panic.
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"Really, I didn't lie to you!"
Lying on the ground, covering his wounds with his hands, the fat man still cried and begged for mercy:
"I don't know where you heard the news. Maybe I was fooled by lard that day. I wanted to hang out in the street and occasionally brag to show that I was capable, so I casually mentioned to people that Antique was hidden in the vault. Who knows, it spread to the ears of several elder brothers. I am so regretful that my intestines are green."
"I have a lot of brothers, please spare me this time. I promise that I will never brag again. If I do it again, I will be struck by lightning!"
"Damn it, I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with you!"
Bald Man then stepped forward and kicked him several times, and his boots landed heavily on his body, making a dull sound.
The fat man wailed, holding his head with both hands, curling up into a ball, the fat on his face twisted in pain.
"Shut up, if you dare to scream again, I'll shoot you right now."
Bald Man had a cold look in his eyes, Killing Intent, with the muzzle of the gun pressed against the fat man's forehead, on the verge of exploding:
"Let me tell you, these brothers have a lot of lives on their hands, and you are not missing one now."
"If I don't hand over the location and key of the vault today, I'll bury you alive here immediately. If you don't see anyone alive or dead, I'll let you be Lost Soul!"
As he spoke, he turned his head, looked at the two people digging the hole, and urged, "Hurry up, don't delay things."
"Okay, brother, we'll dig it right away."
When the two younger brothers heard this, they immediately waved Iron Shovel harder.
After a while, it seemed that the custom-made tomb had taken shape.
The fat man was kicked into the pit with a big kick. The wheel rolled and he fell to the bottom of the pit.
He looked up at the wall of the pit, which was nearly a person high. Yellow Mud kept falling down under the swing of Iron Shovel, flying down with a splash.
The other side obviously really planned to bury him alive here.
The fat man turned pale with fright and begged for mercy in panic:
"No, no, I said, I said it's not okay!"
Bald Man heard this and smiled coldly:
"You really can't shed tears until you see the coffin, so hurry up and say it before you are buried up to your neck, otherwise it will be too late!"
The fat man's lips trembled and he hesitated before he was about to say something.
Suddenly there was a strange rustling sound in the bushes not far away.
It was as if the soles of shoes broke Withered Tree branches and stepped through the grass.
Immediately afterwards, a frightened hare ran away, followed by its panicked footsteps and several sharp "squeaking" sounds.
The sudden movement made the three gangsters stunned, and they couldn't help but look back.
Before their tense nerves could relax, they saw a strange man walking out from the depths of Woods.
The person who came was wearing a neat sportswear, with a tall figure, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extremely handsome appearance.
It was Fang Cheng who found it all the way here.
Seeing these three people looking at him fiercely, Fang Cheng spread his hands calmly and said in a relaxed tone:
"I'm just passing by and I'm here to exercise. You can feel free to do whatever you want."
As he spoke, he calmly looked at the surrounding situation, his eyes scanning the deep pit behind the gangsters and the embarrassed-looking fat man.
Bald Man narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Cheng suspiciously. The gun in his hand was slightly raised, and the muzzle of the gun was tilted in his direction intentionally or unintentionally. He said coldly:
"Passing by to exercise? Huh, this place is very remote and it's not on the side of the road. It's not so easy for people to pass by."
The tall and lanky gangster picked up Iron Shovel, tilted his head, and echoed:
"Brother, I think this guy might be Bodyguard named Xu. He came here by scratching his tail."
The stocky gangster also nodded and said angrily:
"No matter what, we can't let him go away like this."
Bald Man held the gun in his hand, with a hint of Killing Intent in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Since you bumped into our good deeds, you might as well stay."
As he spoke, he nuzzled at the tall and lanky gangster.
The tall and lanky gangster received the signal, and his eyes also showed a stern look.
With his elder brother helping out with a gun, he was naturally very angry and full of energy.
Then he tightened his grip on Iron Shovel, who was carrying it on his shoulders, and without saying a word, he rushed towards Fang Cheng aggressively.
Iron Shovel drew a cold arc in the air, and the sharp blade struck Fang Cheng's forehead, as if it was going to chop off half of his head.
Because the force was too strong, the flesh on his face shook as he waved Iron Shovel with both hands.
Fang Cheng was calm and unhurried, turning sideways to avoid the sharp blow like a ghost, and then stepped aside lightly.
His body didn't seem to move much, he just dodged away.
The expression on his face was calm and composed, as if he was just playing a relaxing game.
The tall and lanky gangster missed the target with one blow, and passed by Iron Shovel and Fang Cheng.
He couldn't help but became angry with shame, and veins popped up on his forehead.
So he shouted loudly, picked up Iron Shovel again, and with a whirring sound, hit Fang Cheng hard on the back of the head.
Fang Cheng looks like eyes on the back of its head, tilting its head slightly, and its five fingers are like steel hooks, reaching out quickly and grabbing the blade of Iron Shovel instantly.
The tall and lanky gangster's face turned red from holding back his emotions, and he used all his strength to pull back.
Just when he was trying to compete, Fang Cheng suddenly Exert Force, flicked his arm, and loosened his clenched fingers.
The tall and lanky gangster flew out uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, and hit a tree.
The thick tree trunks were shaken so hard that the leaves fell one after another.
Then, there was a "click".
It's not that the tree is broken.
But the lanky gangster's waist was broken!
The sound of the spine breaking was clearly audible and terrifying.
This Unexpected Events immediately stunned everyone present.