Capsizing

That afternoon, Mo Qiong was already at sea.

His small boat cut through the waves, sailing at a speed of ten meters per second.

This was already a restrained speed, but compared to other boats, it was still extremely fast.

So fast that the white waves on both sides splashed more than three meters high, leaving long trails.

The entire small boat surged forward at this rapid pace, with Mo Qiong using modified air valves to blow air into the sealed cabin.

The gas was trapped inside, propelling the boat forward, operating on the same principle as the airbags in his flight suit.

To brake, he simply opened the air valve and released the gas.

The target of the gas was a landmark building Mo Qiong had chosen at his destination.

To change direction, he just needed to blow air again.

Originally, Mo Qiong had tried hanging a flag in front of the boat, drawing a target on it himself, and letting the air shoot at it.

He was attempting to achieve a synchronized movement where the gas propelled the hull, and the hull pulled the flag along.

You see, Mo Qiong's arrows, with Absolute Hit, couldn't be dodged, but they could be delayed. As long as one escaped at the same speed or faster, it would be fine.

But unfortunately, this synchronized state could not be achieved.

His arrows wouldn't play a synchronized tug-of-war with their landing points. If the landing point moved away under its own power, it was fine, but if it tried to maintain synchronization by being propelled by the arrow itself.

Then the arrow would judge that it couldn't reach the target and would directly ignore certain laws to proceed.

The reason walls obstructed it was due to electromagnetic forces. Thus, the arrow directly ignored the electromagnetic collisions of all the molecules in the wall, passing through the alloy wall like a ghost, as if a quantum tunneling event had occurred.

Truly an arrow that could not be blocked at all; once targeted by his arrow, unless one escaped with superior strength or endured the impact, any attempt to obstruct it was futile.

The sealed cabin seemed to block it, but by propelling the boat forward, it didn't actually stop its progress toward the destination.

"No one around, accelerate!"

Mo Qiong blew air again, and the boat suddenly accelerated, sprinting at a speed of thirty meters per second.

At this speed, the giant waves kicked up on both sides were nearly seven meters high.

Mo Qiong hid in the upper cockpit and didn't get wet.

But the commotion was too great, like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Along the way, whenever he saw another boat, he would immediately release the air and slow down.

Once clear, he would accelerate again.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't choose to dive, as diving was troublesome.

First, he had to find a landing spot in the sea himself, then enter the bottom cabin, and let the hull submerge to a certain depth.

Then, he would use a specially made exhaust valve to spray gas outward. With this path connected, the gas in the sealed space would escape and head straight for the seabed, while the water wouldn't enter.

After closing the exhaust valve, he would continue to blow air, select a target in the distance, and let the boat navigate underwater.

The speed couldn't be fast; underwater navigation could only be maintained at a maximum of five meters per second.

Otherwise, without even considering collisions, the sheer impact force of the water would be enough to shatter his small boat.

Therefore, to maintain acceleration for a long time, Mo Qiong's route did not follow the shortest path; instead, he deliberately took a detour.

He first circled around to international waters, then headed south, and finally circled back to the northeastern waters of the Philippines.

At night, Mo Qiong shut off the air valve, released the gas, and activated the boat's own engine, allowing it to maintain its intended course normally.

He traveled during the day, but at night, it wasn't necessary; he still needed to sleep.

He didn't dare to use this unconventional method of navigation while sleeping, and he even had to keep the cabin ventilated to prevent accidental bumps to the boat from his breathing in his sleep.

Mo Qiong was fast asleep when, in the early morning hours, a large three-story yacht passed by his intended route.

"Bang!"

The large yacht collided with the side of Mo Qiong's small boat. In front of the larger vessel, Mo Qiong's boat was no match.

With this collision, Mo Qiong's boat's deck immediately warped, the bottom cabin leaked, and several metal plates cracked and flew off.

Mo Qiong was jolted awake by the tremendous noise, tumbling several times inside the cabin and hitting the walls.

"Damn..."

Mo Qiong woke up instantly, watching large amounts of seawater pour in from the ruptured side. He quickly grabbed the crucial instruments and packed them in waterproof bags.

By then, more and more water was rushing in, and the entire boat was sinking rapidly.

Most people, at this point, would be terrified and scramble out of the cabin to escape first, otherwise, they might drown even with good swimming skills if caught at the bottom of the sea.

But Mo Qiong wasn't panicked; he was busy packing the valuable instruments.

It was fine if the boat was damaged; he could still operate it. But the instruments were another matter, especially the air compressor, which could conveniently pressurize air for his oxygen tank. Without it, he could basically only dive for an hour.

And the GPS, without these, how would he receive positioning?

"Hello! Is anyone on this boat?" Mo Qiong suddenly heard a woman shout from outside.

Another man's voice followed: "No one's come out for so long, maybe it's an empty ship. Some ship drifted away from somewhere and was blown here by the wind."

"Nonsense, what ship could be blown by wind and waves all the way to the Pacific without sinking?" someone else said.

"Who would sail such a small boat all the way out here?"

"Some extreme sports enthusiasts can sail across the Pacific."

Eight people, men and women, were lying on the deck of the large ship.

They had already stopped the ship, but it was still drifting. They could only watch the damaged small boat move further and further away.

They shone lights on it, desperately wanting to see if anyone had escaped from the sinking boat.

The boat was about to sink; if anyone was inside, it would be too late if they didn't come out soon.

Splash.

Suddenly, Mo Qiong climbed out of the boat, still dragging a large bag with one hand, which he slung over his shoulder.

He immediately looked at the large ship not far away and understood what had happened.

"Tsk, it bumped into this?"

Mo Qiong was speechless. He hadn't encountered any ships in the Pacific for a long time. Although there were shipping lanes here, the ocean was vast, and meeting someone required immense fate.

He was alone on this small boat and was asleep until it was hit, so he couldn't avoid it.

But this large ship, did they have no one on watch or patrol at night...

"Hey! Swim away quickly! We're coming to save you!" someone on the ship shouted.

The people on the large ship were terrified. Mo Qiong stood on the bow of the boat, which was already more than half submerged, not swimming away or calling for help, just standing there, seemingly lost in thought.

Mo Qiong shouted, "I'm fine, you guys go ahead, no need to save me."

"What did you say?" Everyone was stunned, wondering if they had heard correctly.

This was a collision, not a bicycle accident.

In the vast ocean, a sinking ship was a matter of life and death. Why would anyone refuse rescue?

Mo Qiong sighed. Actually, he didn't care if his boat was damaged; he could salvage it.

He said that to hope these people were heartless enough to abandon him, so he could quietly salvage his boat.

But clearly, that was wishful thinking, and these people wouldn't be that cruel.

So he quickly changed his tune: "I said, I'm fine, hurry up and save me!"

"Oh, oh!" Everyone immediately threw down a rubber dinghy. Two men put on life jackets and rowed the dinghy towards Mo Qiong.

At this moment, the boat under Mo Qiong's feet had completely submerged, and he was leisurely treading water.

"Huh? It's getting windy..." Mo Qiong felt the wind picking up and quickly looked behind him, only to see dark clouds gathering in the distance.

"Hey! Don't come down." Mo Qiong shouted, pointing at the storm in the distance.

"Holy crap, quickly, hurry up and save him!" The two youths not only didn't turn back but intended to rescue Mo Qiong before the strong winds and waves arrived.

However, although the storm seemed far away, the wind arrived first, and the sea waves became increasingly turbulent.

With a gust of wind, the rubber dinghy not only failed to approach Mo Qiong but was blown further away.

"Where are you rowing?" one of the youths shouted.

"It's not me, it's these waves, they're too big!"

The rubber dinghy rocked precariously, and the two youths started to panic.

They rowed one meter, and the waves pushed them back three meters. A wave crashed over them, and water poured in. They hurriedly used spoons to bail it out.

"Quick! Follow them!" the people on the ship urged.

Even experienced sailors couldn't row a rubber dinghy in strong winds and high waves. If they drifted away, the ship could only follow them and rescue them when the waves subsided.

"Then what about this guy?" someone asked, pointing at Mo Qiong.

They could only follow one group.

Mo Qiong was taken aback and smiled, "You guys hurry and follow them, don't worry about me."

"Holy crap..." The people on the ship were startled by Mo Qiong's optimism. Was he really not afraid of death?

With the storm right behind them and such huge waves, he wasn't panicking at all while treading water?

"Are you crazy! Come here quickly, we'll save you first," the people on the ship shouted.

Mo Qiong thought to himself that asking people to abandon him was indeed asking too much.

He turned his head to look at the approaching storm. If the storm hit, those two people would also be in danger.

He suddenly dove underwater, disappearing from the sea surface.

The people on the ship, unable to see him, became flustered and searched everywhere with their lights.

"Where is he?"

"Did he drown?"

After a while, someone from under the boat shouted, "Over here!"

"Huh? You swam over? Quick! Get up here!" the person on the boat hastily offered a rope ladder.

Mo Qiong shook his head. "Pull my stuff up, and I'll go find your friend."

"What?"

Mo Qiong tied the bag in his hand to the rope, then his body sank, disappearing beneath the sea's surface again.

By this time, the rubber dinghy had drifted over a hundred meters away.

Mo Qiong surfaced intermittently to confirm his direction, then submerged again to advance rapidly.

With only seven or eight dives and resurfaces, he caught up to the rubber dinghy.

"Thump!"

The two youths were still paddling frantically back when a hand suddenly emerged, grabbing the edge of the dinghy.

"Don't panic, the storm is still far off. Keep paddling," Mo Qiong said, his head breaking the surface.

Mo Qiong pushed the rubber dinghy, and it immediately began to approach the large ship at an extremely slow speed. The speed was so slow it was barely perceptible, but it effectively prevented the dinghy from drifting further away from the large ship.

The two youths stared at Mo Qiong, dumbfounded. They had come down to rescue Mo Qiong, but they never expected Mo Qiong to be such a good swimmer and not only come back for them but also help them.

"Get up here quickly!" one of the youths said.

Mo Qiong shook his head. "It's fine, I'm not cold."

p.s: Sorry... I deleted and rewrote my original draft these past two days, significantly shortening the ability descriptions.