As he plummeted at high speed, Jiang Siming checked the situation around him. Not bad. Although this was a Ranked Match, there were still people like him who had chosen to land in Sad City for a firefight.
Jiang Siming swept his eyes over the area. Apart from him, there were four parachutes in total.
When he was nearing the limit of his fall distance, Jiang Siming opened his parachute, steered it, and headed toward the central district.
Parachuting was still a technical skill. Even though Jiang Siming had done it many times, his parachuting ability remained at only a basic level.
By "basic level," he meant that he could now point to a spot and land there, instead of veering wildly off course like before and landing somewhere else.
But Jiang Siming knew that, compared to people who were proficient at parachuting, his skills were still far behind.
There were many students proficient in parachuting at his National Martial Arts University. They were elite students from the military and the Celestial Group.
They underwent long-term high-altitude parachuting training, so they had considerable knowledge and experience when it came to this signature skill.
He was already like this, so the other players were even worse. Of the four parachutes, two people were wobbling all over the place and almost failed to make it into Sad City.
Of the remaining two, one flew toward the small buildings on the edge, while the last one flew toward the main building with him.
What Jiang Siming hadn't expected was that this player's parachuting skills were actually better than his!
He was much faster than Jiang Siming. When Jiang Siming was still more than ten meters above the ground, that person was already almost at the rooftop.
The audience burst into exclamations.
"Holy crap,