Flight

Mo Qiong traveled light and boarded a plane that very evening.

It was his first time flying, and he was initially very excited.

However, during takeoff, he felt immense pressure in his head, a buzzing sound that seemed to make all other noises fade.

Mo Qiong rubbed his eye sockets uncomfortably, feeling a tightness in his chest.

"This is bad. I shouldn't have gotten on the plane."

While dizzy and disoriented, Mo Qiong quickly raised his right hand and stared at the spiral pattern he had drawn.

He forced himself to concentrate, knowing that if his subjective control slipped, serious trouble would ensue.

Mo Qiong had never flown before and wanted to try it out of curiosity. He hadn't expected to feel so unwell during takeoff.

It felt as though stones were pressing down on his head, throat, and chest.

If, at this moment, he accidentally set a destination point outside the plane, such as the runway, the waiting hall, or his hometown...

Then the air he exhaled would rush towards the target point at a certain speed.

Normally, this would be completely harmless.

But it was not something that should happen inside a sealed, airtight, rigid compartment.

The air inside the cabin did not naturally connect with the outside. Air exchange relied on a series of pressure-reducing and pressure-increasing valves, which ultimately supplied fresh air to the passenger cabin at intervals.

For most of the time, the cabin was sealed.

The air mass shot towards the target point would not wait for the cabin's air exchange to happen before exiting.

Therefore, when the air hit the cabin wall, it would push directly against the entire plane, moving it towards the target point.

If the destination was perpendicular or opposite to the plane's original heading, the plane would veer sideways or fly backward in the air!

If the destination was the ground, the plane might even descend, plummeting towards the surface.

No matter how powerful the plane's engines were, unless they also moved towards Mo Qiong's designated target point, they absolutely could not stop the "arrow" Mo Qiong had launched.

Instead, the plane would be dragged along by the arrow.

Even if this "arrow" was merely a mass of air.

Unless there was a gap in the cabin for it to escape, the air could not penetrate the rigid cabin and would take it along, because its speed towards the target would not decay.

It was precisely for this reason that Mo Qiong had long realized he could use this to propel a sealed cabin.

Rowing without oars, relying solely on blowing.

Without blowing, he could use anything to push against for propulsion, perhaps similar to an unconventional hot air balloon.

However, if this situation occurred on a passenger jet, it would be troublesome.

The plane wasn't being piloted by him, and the pilot, unaware of the situation, would constantly try to steer the plane back onto its course.

The more they did this, the more it would conflict with the air "arrow," and the plane's power would be entirely devoted to the force of the air pressing against the cabin walls.

In such a scenario, many subsequent events could occur.

The air "arrow" dragging the plane down to a crash was the most likely outcome.

Secondly, the plane's flight path and the air "arrow's" path would be completely opposed, causing the air mass to exert immense, continuous pressure on a specific part of the cabin, leading to a rupture and destroying the seal.

While this possibility might avoid the air "arrow" dragging the plane down, a cabin leak at high altitude was still an extremely serious accident.

The plane wouldn't be able to fly for long before the powerful airflow might tear open the damaged area, ripping off a large section of the fuselage.

Regardless of which outcome occurred, the end result would be tragic.

As for the air mass being compressed into charged particles and transmitted as energy, that was impossible. The required pressure would be too immense, far beyond what Mo Qiong and the plane could achieve.

Given the resilience of molecular structures, in the tug-of-war between the plane and the air "arrow," the plane's structure would be the first to be damaged.

Therefore, theoretically, as long as Mo Qiong was inside a sealed cabin, no matter how sturdy and rigid that cabin was, he could tear it apart using two streams of air...

One breath exhaled towards the sky, another exhaled towards the ground.

With both breaths trapped within a sealed chamber but directed in opposite ways, neither would decelerate. The two opposing Absolute Forces would tear apart even the most rigid chamber.

Of course, there was a way to interrupt that stubborn "arrow."

The one who tied the bell must also untie it. Only Mo Qiong himself could interrupt this Absolute Hit.

As long as he touched what he had launched again, he could reset the destination point.

But air, he couldn't see it.

"Calm down..."

"Control yourself, take a deep breath..."

"All airflow, converge in my palm..."

Mo Qiong's face was pale, and he felt extremely unwell. He desperately wanted to sleep.

Of course, he couldn't sleep, nor did he dare to.

Normally, he could relax occasionally; at most, hormones would affect others.

But on the plane, he absolutely couldn't relax. Otherwise, a single exhale could kill everyone on board.

Mo Qiong dared to fly because he was confident he could maintain the "palm as a target" state continuously.

But he hadn't expected that he would get motion sickness...

"Ugh... ah..." Mo Qiong felt nauseous and dizzy, accompanied by tinnitus. His head felt like it was going to explode, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with a rock.

Under such discomfort, he worried he might accidentally blow the plane away.

"What's wrong?" a girl next to him, bored, couldn't help but ask when she saw Mo Qiong's state.

Actually, one could tell he had motion sickness just by looking at Mo Qiong's complexion.

But the girl was a bit unsure. If Mo Qiong had motion sickness, why wasn't he closing his eyes to rest? Why was he staring with wide eyes at his palm?

There was even a spiral pattern drawn on his palm. The girl looked, and couldn't help but be drawn to the pattern, focusing her gaze on the center of the spiral.

Was he trying to relieve his discomfort? No, wouldn't that make him even more dizzy?

He was already feeling terrible. Wouldn't it be better to close his eyes and let his mind wander? Why insist on concentrating on one point? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Mo Qiong heard the girl, but he was feeling too uncomfortable to speak.

If it were anyone else, they would have left him alone when he didn't reply.

But this girl seemed a bit too kind-hearted and pressed on, "Are you okay? Here, have some candy!"

She said this while pulling out motion sickness medicine from the bag in the seat in front of her.

Mo Qiong was taken aback. He really didn't know there was motion sickness medicine prepared here.

"Thanks..." Mo Qiong reached out to take it and quickly put it in his mouth.

Whether it worked or not, he had to try. Enduring it like this was too difficult.

The girl smiled, "You're welcome. Is this your first time flying?"

"Mm," Mo Qiong replied, lowering his hand.

He didn't need to stare. Staring at the palm pattern was just to ensure he wouldn't misfire 100%.

He put his hand down now for fear that someone might touch it carelessly.

If the girl, out of curiosity, reached her hand over his palm, she would feel a small, concentrated stream of air flowing out, soft yet strong, unlike anything blown out.

At that point, she might even think he was practicing qigong...

"What are you going to Hefei for?" the girl asked.

Mo Qiong quickly said to her, "Don't mention place names to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

As he spoke, he had already lost control. With just one look, he stunned the girl.

As if impacted by some kind of aura, the girl stared at Mo Qiong's face and stammered, "Huh? Wh-what won't you be able to control?"

As she spoke, she herself was almost losing control under Mo Qiong's gaze.

"This is, is... on a plane..."

She didn't even know what she was saying. She abruptly shut her mouth, and without knowing what she was thinking, she clutched her clothes tightly, extremely nervous.

Mo Qiong sighed and propped his forehead with his hand, remaining silent.

After about ten minutes of calm, the girl couldn't help but offer him a bottle again, "Do... do you want some water? I made it myself... lemon tea..."

Mo Qiong took a deep breath and looked at her very seriously.

His expression was extremely solemn as he said, "Don't talk to me, really. The consequences will be severe."

"Con... consequences? I'm not afraid!" The girl had no idea what she was thinking.

Mo Qiong was speechless. Not afraid? Seriously?

He resolved to ignore her. Nothing was more important than waiting calmly until landing.

Thus, he spent the next while enduring physical discomfort and dizziness, while also needing to stay alert and maintain control.

What's more, he had to endure the girl beside him, who was lost in her own thoughts and kept trying to make small talk with him...

Fortunately, when the plane was flying smoothly, his discomfort eased significantly. Coupled with the apparent effect of the motion sickness medicine, he adapted better as time went on.

In the period just before the plane was about to land, he was basically no longer uncomfortable.

"Thankfully, my motion sickness isn't the severe type. With medicine, it's not unbearable. Maybe it was just the first time being unaccustomed? After all, I don't get car sick..."

When the plane landed, Mo Qiong felt uncomfortable again for a while, but it was much better than when taking off.

It wasn't until he exited the cabin that his heart finally settled.

He quickly shook off the girl and went outside the airport to breathe the fresh air.

"From now on, unless absolutely necessary, I will never take a commercial flight again. It's too dangerous."

"If I have to fly, I'll fly alone, in my own vehicle. That way, if something goes wrong, I can deal with it, instead of just enduring it while sitting in a seat."

Since Mo Qiong planned to go out to sea in the future, he would inevitably have to overcome his physical problems.

He thought to himself that he definitely wouldn't fly back. He might as well research how to solve this problem.

"Hmm, what should I ride?"

Mo Qiong pondered. He had too many ideas at once. Theoretically, anything he touched without getting hurt, he could control.