Capsizing

That afternoon, Mo Qiong was already out at sea.

His little boat broke across the surface, traveling at ten meters per second.

He had already kept the speed under control, but compared with other boats, it was still incredibly fast.

It was so fast that white waves splashed more than three meters high on both sides, leaving a long trail behind.

The entire little boat surged forward at high speed as Mo Qiong used a modified air valve to blow air into the sealed cabin.

The air was trapped inside the cabin, pushing the little boat forward. It worked on the same principle as the airbag in the Flight Suit.

To brake, he only needed to open the air valve and let the air out.

The air's target was a landmark building Mo Qiong had found in the direction of his destination.

To change direction, he only needed to blow in another breath of air.

Mo Qiong had originally tried hanging a flag at the front of the boat and drawing a pattern on it as a bull's-eye, hoping to make the air shoot at it.

He had hoped to achieve a process in which the gas propelled the boat, the boat carried the flag, and both moved forward in sync.

After all, Mo Qiong's arrows had Absolute Hit. They could not be dodged, but they could be delayed. One only needed to flee at the same speed or faster.

Unfortunately, this synchronized state could not be achieved.

His arrow would not play a synchronized tug-of-war with its Landing Point. If the Landing Point moved away under its own power, there was no problem, but if it relied on the arrow's push to maintain synchronization...

Then the arrow would determine that it could not reach its target and directly ignore certain rules as it passed through.

The reason walls could obstruct it was also electromagnetic force. Thus, the arrow directly ignored the electromagnetic collisions of every molecule in the wall, passing through the alloy wall like a ghost, as if a quantum tunneling event had occurred.

It was truly an arrow that could not be stopped at all. Once someone was targeted by his arrow, unless they fled by relying on their strength or endured it head-on, any attempt to obstruct it was simply offering themselves up.

The sealed cabin seemed to obstruct it, but it was pushing the boat forward. In reality, it had not stopped moving toward its destination.

"Not a soul around. Accelerate!"

Mo Qiong blew in another breath of air. The boat suddenly accelerated, sprinting at thirty meters per second.

At that speed, the huge waves kicked up on both sides approached seven meters high.

Mo Qiong hid in the upper cockpit, so he did not get splashed.

But the commotion was enormous, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea.

Whenever he saw another boat along the way, he immediately released the air and slowed down.

Once no one was around, he accelerated again.

Under normal circumstances, he would not choose to travel underwater, because diving was troublesome.

First, he had to go into the sea and find a Landing Point, then enter the lower cabin and make the boat submerge to a certain depth.

After that, he would use a specially made exhaust valve to spray air outward. Once such a passage was connected, the air in the sealed space would flow out, heading straight toward the seabed, while the water could not flow in.

Then he would close the exhaust valve and continue blowing air, select a distant target, and make the boat travel underwater.

The speed could not be too high. Underwater travel could only be maintained at a maximum of five meters per second.

Otherwise, without even hitting anything, the impact of the water alone would be enough to smash his little boat apart.

Therefore, to accelerate for a long time, Mo Qiong's route did not follow the shortest path. Instead, he deliberately took a detour.

He first went around to the High Seas, then traveled south all the way before circling back to the northeastern waters of the Philippines.

At night, Mo Qiong released the air, started the boat's own engine, and let it maintain its expected course.

He traveled during the day, but there was no need to do so at night. He still had to sleep.

He did not dare to sleep while traveling in this unconventional manner. He even had to keep the cabin ventilated, lest his breathing become irregular in his sleep and send the boat veering off course.

Mo Qiong was sleeping soundly when, in the early hours of the morning, a large three-story yacht passed along his expected route.

"Bang!"

The large yacht struck the side of Mo Qiong's little boat. In front of the larger vessel, his little boat was utterly helpless.

The impact twisted the boat's deck, flooded the lower cabin, and sent several metal plates breaking off and flying away.

The enormous commotion jolted Mo Qiong awake. He rolled several times inside the cabin before crashing into a wall.

"Fuck..."

Mo Qiong woke with a start. Seeing seawater surging in through the ruptured side, he hurriedly grabbed several crucial instruments and packed them into a waterproof bag.

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

An ordinary person would have been terrified and crawled out of the cabin at once, escaping first and worrying about the rest later. Otherwise, if they were dragged to the seabed, even an excellent swimmer might die.

But Mo Qiong was not worried. He was busy gathering his valuable instruments.

It did not matter if the boat broke; he still had a way to operate it. But the instruments were another matter, especially the air compressor. It could conveniently pressurize air into his oxygen tube. Without it, he could basically only dive for an hour.

There was also the GPS. Without these things, what would he use to receive his position?

"Hey! Is anyone on that boat?" Mo Qiong suddenly heard a woman shouting outside.

Another man's voice immediately followed. "No one's come out for so long. Maybe it's an empty boat that drifted here from somewhere, blown over by the wind."

"Don't be ridiculous. What boat could be blown all the way to the Pacific Ocean without sinking?" someone else said.

"Who would drive such a small boat out here?"

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

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

They had already stopped the ship, but it was still drifting. All they could do was watch as the boat they had hit grew farther and farther away.

They shone lights over, desperately hoping to see someone emerge from the rapidly sinking boat.

The boat was about to sink. If there really was someone aboard, it would be too late if they did not come out now.

Splash.

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

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

"Tsk, you managed to hit me even out here?"

Mo Qiong was speechless. He had not encountered another boat in the Pacific Ocean for a long time. Although there were shipping routes in the area, the ocean was vast. Meeting someone required an incredible stroke of fate.

There had only been one person on his little boat, and he had still been asleep when it was struck, so there had been no way to avoid it.

But did the people on that big ship not have anyone keeping watch at night...?

"Hey! Swim over here! We'll rescue you!" someone on the ship shouted.

Everyone aboard the large ship was frightened. Mo Qiong stood on the bow of the boat, which had already sunk more than halfway, neither swimming away nor calling for help. He simply stood there, apparently lost in thought.

Mo Qiong shouted, "I'm fine. You can go first. There's no need to rescue me."

"What did you say?" Everyone stared at him in astonishment, wondering if they had heard incorrectly.

This was a collision between boats, not a bicycle accident.

Out on this vast sea, a sinking boat was a matter of life and death. How could anyone refuse rescue?

Mo Qiong sighed. His boat being damaged was not a big deal. He could still salvage it.

He had said that because he hoped these people would be heartless enough to leave him behind, allowing him to quietly salvage the boat.

But clearly, that was wishful thinking. These people were not that heartless.

He hurriedly changed his words. "I said I'm fine, but come rescue me!"

"Oh, oh!" The group immediately threw down an inflatable raft. Two men put on life jackets and rowed the raft toward Mo Qiong.

By then, the boat beneath Mo Qiong's feet had sunk completely, and he was leisurely treading water.

"Hm? The wind's picking up..." Mo Qiong felt the wind growing stronger and hurriedly looked behind him. Dark clouds filled the distant sky.

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

"Fuck, hurry! Go rescue him!" The two young men not only failed to turn back but also tried to get Mo Qiong aboard before the strong winds and waves arrived.

However, although the storm still seemed far away, the wind arrived first, and the waves grew increasingly violent.

The wind howled. Instead of drawing closer to Mo Qiong, the inflatable raft drifted farther and farther away.

"Which way are you rowing?" one of the young men shouted.

"It's not me! The waves are too strong!"

The inflatable raft rocked violently, and the two young men began to panic.

They rowed one meter, only for the waves to carry them three meters away. One wave even splashed water into the raft, and they hurriedly used a scoop to bail it out.

"Hurry! Follow them!" the people on the ship said anxiously.

Even experienced sailors could not row an inflatable raft in strong winds and waves. If it truly drifted away, the ship could only follow it and wait until the waves subsided before attempting a rescue.

"What should we do about him?" someone asked, pointing at Mo Qiong.

They could only follow one.

Mo Qiong was startled, then smiled. "Hurry and follow them. Don't worry about me."

"Fuck..." The people on the ship were stunned by Mo Qiong's optimism. Was he really not afraid of dying?

The storm was right behind him, and the waves were so huge. How could he remain completely calm while treading water?

"Are you crazy? Come over here! We'll rescue you first!" the people on the ship shouted.

Mo Qiong thought that asking them to abandon him really was making things difficult for them.

He turned and looked at the approaching storm. If the storm arrived, those two men would be in danger as well.

Suddenly, he dove beneath the surface and vanished.

Unable to see him, the people on the ship panicked and searched everywhere with their lights.

"Where is he?"

"Did he drown?"

After a while, someone shouted from beneath the ship, "I'm here!"

"Huh? You swam over? Hurry! Get aboard!" The people on the ship hurriedly lowered a rope ladder.

Mo Qiong shook his head. "Pull my things up. I'm going to find your friends."

"What?"

Mo Qiong tied the bag in his hand to the rope. Then his body sank, and he disappeared beneath the surface again.

By then, the inflatable raft had drifted more than a hundred meters away.

Mo Qiong surfaced now and then to confirm his direction, then sank beneath the waves again and surged forward at high speed.

After only seven or eight dives and surfacings, he caught up with the inflatable raft.

"Smack!"

The two young men were still rowing desperately back when a hand suddenly shot out of the water and grabbed the edge of the inflatable raft.

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

Mo Qiong pushed the inflatable raft, and it immediately began approaching the large ship at an extremely slow speed. The movement was so slow that it was impossible to notice, but it effectively kept the raft from drifting farther away.

The two young men stared dumbfounded at Mo Qiong. They had come down to rescue him.

They had never expected him to be such a strong swimmer, yet instead of hurrying aboard the large ship, he had come back to help them.

"Get aboard!" one of the young men said.

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

P.S. Sorry... Over the past two days, I deleted my original stockpiled chapters and rewrote them, cutting out a lot of the ability explanations.