Flight

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

This was his first time on a plane, and he had originally been quite excited.

However, during takeoff, he felt the pressure inside his skull rising sharply. With a buzz, it seemed as though all sounds had grown quieter.

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

"Not good. I shouldn't have taken a plane."

As his head grew dizzy and heavy, Mo Qiong hurriedly raised his right hand and stared at the spiral pattern he had drawn.

He forced himself to concentrate, because once he lost subjective control, something terrible would happen.

Mo Qiong had never flown before. He had wanted to try something new on his first flight, but he had never expected takeoff to make him feel this awful.

It was as if stones were pressing down on his head, his throat, and his chest.

If he accidentally set a landing point somewhere outside the plane at a time like this—on the runway, in the terminal, or back in his hometown...

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

Under normal circumstances, this would be completely harmless.

But it should never happen inside a sealed, airtight, rigid cabin.

The air inside the cabin was not naturally connected to the outside. Air was exchanged with the outside through a series of decompression and pressurization valves, with fresh air delivered to the passenger cabin at intervals.

For most of the time, the passenger cabin was sealed.

The mass of air shooting toward its target would not wait for the cabin air to be exchanged before leaving.

Thus, when the air struck the cabin wall, it would force the entire plane toward the target.

If the destination lay perpendicular or opposite to the plane's original course, the plane would fly sideways or backward through the air!

If the destination were the ground, the plane might even sink and plunge toward the surface.

No matter how powerful the plane's engines were, unless they also carried it toward the target Mo Qiong had designated, they absolutely could not hold back the arrow Mo Qiong had launched.

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

Even if that arrow was merely a mass of air.

Unless there was a gap in the passenger cabin for it to pass through, the air could not penetrate the rigid fuselage. It would take the plane along with it, because the speed at which it traveled toward its target would never diminish.

That was precisely why Mo Qiong had realized long ago that he could use this method to propel a sealed vessel from within.

Rowing without oars, relying entirely on blowing.

If he did not blow, he could simply use something else to push against it. It was roughly like an alternative kind of Hot Air Balloon.

However, if such a situation occurred on a passenger plane, it would be troublesome.

He was not the one flying the plane. The pilot, unaware of the situation, would keep trying to return the plane to its flight path.

The more the pilot did that, the more the plane's movements would conflict with the air arrow, turning all the plane's power into force pressing the air against the cabin walls.

Once that happened, countless consequences could follow.

The air arrow dragging the plane to its destruction was the most likely one...

The next possibility was that the plane's flight path would completely oppose that of the air arrow, causing the mass of air to press continuously against one part of the cabin with tremendous force and eventually split it open, breaking the seal.

Although this might prevent the air arrow from dragging the plane to its doom, a cabin leaking air at high altitude would still be an extremely serious accident.

The plane would not be able to fly for long. The powerful airflow might tear open the damaged section and rip away a large part of the fuselage.

Either way, the outcome would be horrific.

As for the mass of air being compressed into a pile of charged particles and transmitted as energy, that was impossible.

The pressure required was far too great. It was beyond what Mo Qiong and the plane could produce.

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

Thus, in theory, as long as Mo Qiong was inside a sealed cabin, no matter how sturdy and rigid it was, he could use two streams of air to tear it apart...

One breath blown into the sky, another blown underground.

The two breaths would be trapped inside a sealed room, their directions opposed. Neither would slow down. Two absolute forces moving away from each other would destroy even the most solid chamber.

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

The one who tied the bell must untie it. The only person who could break Absolute Hit was Mo Qiong himself.

He merely had to touch the launched object again and reset its landing point.

But he could not see air.

"Calm down..."

"Control yourself. Breathe deeply..."

"All airflow, gather in the palm..."

Mo Qiong's face was pale, and he felt unbearably ill. He really wanted to sleep.

Of course, he could not sleep, nor did he dare to.

He could relax occasionally under normal circumstances. At most, his hormones would affect other people.

But on a plane, he absolutely could not relax. Otherwise, a single breath could kill everyone aboard.

Mo Qiong had dared to fly because he was confident he could maintain the state of using his palm as a target.

He simply had not expected to get airsick...

"Ugh... ah..." Mo Qiong felt nauseous and dizzy, with ringing in his ears. It felt as if his head were about to burst, while his throat felt stuffed with a stone.

In such discomfort, he was terrified that he might accidentally blow the plane away.

"What's wrong with you?" A young woman beside him had been bored. Seeing Mo Qiong's condition, she could not help speaking to him.

Anyone could tell from Mo Qiong's current complexion that he was airsick.

But the young woman was somewhat uncertain. If Mo Qiong was airsick, why did he not close his eyes and rest? Why was he staring at his palm?

There was even a spiral pattern drawn on his palm. When the young woman looked at it, she was involuntarily drawn in by the pattern and focused her gaze on the center of the spiral.

Was this supposed to ease his discomfort? No, that could not be right. Wouldn't it make him even dizzier?

He was already suffering. Wouldn't it be better to close his eyes and empty his mind? Why force himself to focus on a single point? Wasn't he just making himself suffer?

Mo Qiong heard the young woman, but he felt too awful to speak.

An ordinary person would have left him alone after seeing that he did not respond.

But the young woman seemed rather warmhearted and pressed him further. "Are you all right? I have some candy. Would you like one?"

As she spoke, she took an airsickness pill from the pouch on the seat in front of her.

Mo Qiong was startled. He had genuinely not known that airsickness pills were provided there.

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

Whether it worked or not, it was worth a try. Enduring this was simply too painful.

The young woman smiled. "You're welcome. Is this your first time flying?"

"Yeah." Mo Qiong answered as he lowered his hand.

He did not have to keep staring. Watching his palm lines was merely a way to ensure he did not fire at random.

He lowered it now because he was afraid someone nearby might touch it.

If the young woman grew curious and reached her hand above his palm, she would feel a small, concentrated current of air flowing past—soft yet powerful, unlike something produced by blowing.

She might think he was practicing qigong...

"Why are you going to He Fei?" the young woman asked.

Mo Qiong hurriedly told 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 glance, he left the young woman staring blankly.

As if struck by some kind of aura, the young woman stared at Mo Qiong's face and stammered, "Huh? Wh-what do you mean, you c-can't control yourself?"

As she spoke, she nearly lost control herself under Mo Qiong's gaze.

"This is... this is... on a plane..."

She had no idea what she was saying. She abruptly shut her mouth, then had no idea what she was imagining either. Her hand gripped her hem tightly, and she was extremely tense.

Mo Qiong sighed and supported his forehead with one hand without speaking.

After calming down for more than ten minutes, the young woman could not help offering him a bottle of water. "Would... would you like some water? I brewed it myself... lemon tea..."

Mo Qiong took a deep breath and looked at her with utmost seriousness.

His expression was incredibly grave. "Don't talk to me. I'm serious. The consequences will be severe."

"C-consequences? I'm not afraid!" The young woman clearly had no idea what she was thinking.

Mo Qiong was speechless. What the hell do you mean, you're not afraid?!

He decided not to acknowledge her anymore. Nothing was more important than safely waiting until they landed.

And so, for the rest of the flight, he endured his physical discomfort and dizziness while remaining unable to relax, maintaining control over his subjective awareness.

On top of that, he had to endure the young woman beside him letting her imagination run wild and occasionally chatting with him about anything and everything... desperately searching for things to say...

Fortunately, once the plane was flying steadily, his suffering eased considerably. The airsickness pill also seemed to take effect, and he gradually adapted.

By the time the plane was about to land, he had been free of discomfort for quite a while.

"Fortunately, my motion sickness isn't especially severe. With medicine, I can endure it. Maybe I just wasn't used to it the first time? After all, I don't get carsick..."

Mo Qiong felt uncomfortable again during the landing, but it was already much better than during takeoff.

Only after leaving the cabin did he finally feel at ease.

He quickly shook off the young woman and went outside the airport to breathe in the fresh air.

"Unless absolutely necessary, I'm never taking a passenger plane again. It's too dangerous."

"If I have to travel, I'll go alone and use my own vehicle. If something goes wrong that way, I can still deal with it instead of sitting in a seat and enduring it."

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

He thought that he definitely would not take a plane on the way back. He could use the opportunity to study how to solve this problem.

"Hmm, what should I ride?"

Mo Qiong thought for a while. He had too many ideas at once. In theory, as long as something would not injure him when he touched it, there was nothing he could not control.