What You Give Will Surely Forge a Glorious Future

The gale was a blade.

Countless frenzied blades surged at his face from every direction. His clothes snapped in the wind, and the airflow whipped his hair wildly about.

To the fighter pilot, his figure rose without limit, like a mountain crushing down upon his field of vision.

Ba Di's spine was always held proudly straight. Whenever his emotionless eyes glared at someone, they inspired a fear that trembled to the depths of the heart.

"This is impossible!!!"

The Eagle Fighter Jet's pilot clenched up in terror, his breath catching. This was simply impossible.

Who could jump from a helicopter onto a fighter jet at nearly two thousand meters in the air?!

The two were at least thirty meters apart.

Not to mention whether the airflow would blow you away the moment you jumped down.

The Eagle Fighter Jet's speed alone was enough to smash a person into pulp. How could anyone possibly stand on its nose?

"Hah..."

Ba Di slowly expelled a breath from his throat. The force of impact from the instant he jumped down, combined with the Eagle Fighter Jet's forward momentum, gravity, and his own deliberate control—even he felt his body go numb. Every pore stood on end, and the veins within him throbbed with pain as if they were about to burst through his skin.

He had landed just right, denting the Eagle Fighter Jet's nose slightly and allowing himself to brace against the howling airflow, so that neither the wind nor the jet's impact could send him flying.

The gale tousled his hair. Such pain was far from enough to make him show any expression of suffering. Sunlight shone on him constantly, allowing him to recover almost instantly. He stared coldly and mercilessly at the cockpit.

Seeing the pilot's pupils contract as he instinctively prepared to pull the control stick and climb, Ba Di clenched his right hand into a fist, gathered tremendous muscular strength, and punched at the cockpit canopy.

Ba Di's normal strength was around fifteen tons. Through muscle control, exertion, and the accumulated force of a punch, he could unleash ten times that power. This was nothing strange.

The greater the muscular strength, the more terrifying the accumulated force of movement became.

Even standing on the nose of the plane and needing to stabilize himself to avoid falling, he could still strike with nearly a hundred tons of force.

Bang!

That force, delivered through a single fist, punched straight through the canopy, leaving a fist-sized hole in it. Cracks instantly spread across the fighter jet's glass canopy.

Flying shards of glass sprayed directly onto the pilot's face. His eyes narrowed in shock, and fear immediately rose in his heart.

Was this even human?

He had punched through the cockpit canopy with one fist! The pilot was horrified, but his movements were not slow. He yanked down the control stick, pressing his terrified body tightly against the cockpit seat as he instinctively tried to get away, his eyes fixed on the fist that had pierced through the canopy.

Boom!

The roaring engine erupted with immense thrust. Blue flames surged from the rear, and the Eagle Fighter Jet instantly shot upward at a ninety-degree angle.

Ba Di's face hardened as he gave a low shout. His fist opened into a palm, and his five fingers, like steel, gripped the edge of the hole in the canopy as the Eagle Fighter Jet carried him straight into the sky.

His entire body hung outside the Eagle Fighter Jet by one arm, swaying in extreme danger. The turbulent airwaves grew even more violent, surging and tearing like chaotic blades across Ba Di's face.

His eyes were resolute and fearless. Facing the cutting wind, he did not waver or feel the slightest fear.

They were now at roughly two thousand five hundred meters. Even he would very likely die if he fell from here, because it was simply too high.

His body gradually sank outside the Eagle Fighter Jet. His steel-like fingers slowly slid downward under the external force of the airflow and the jet's upward momentum, tearing the cockpit glass bit by bit.

His fingers carved directly down through the glass, like a beast's claws scraping a tree and stripping away great sheets of bark.

The canopy glass on the left side was torn away by his steel fingers. His fingers gripped rigidly and firmly, dragging all the way down to the steel armor plating.

Shattered glass fell through the sky, each fragment reflecting dazzling light beneath the sun.

The pilot in the cockpit was already terrified beyond measure. The airflow slapped against his face, turning him deathly pale with fright.

At two thousand five hundred meters, without the protection of the cockpit canopy, a pilot would suffer more than twice the force of gravity when the aircraft rapidly climbed, descended, or turned, compressing the arteries and increasing the burden on the blood and heart.

Simply put, without protection, ordinary people could not endure high-altitude flight at excessive speeds. They would die.

After the fighter jet shot upward, the pale-faced pilot saw Ba Di tear open the canopy and hurriedly turned to dive downward, pressing his body tightly against the side where some of the canopy glass remained.

The instant the fighter jet turned, Ba Di brought both hands together and gripped the steel armor plating even more tightly.

The Eagle Fighter Jet's dive was not especially fierce. Clearly, the damaged canopy also meant that the pilot inside could not withstand too intense a plunge.

But he could still pull off some maneuvers.

As it dove, the Eagle Fighter Jet made three or four consecutive turns in an attempt to throw Ba Di off, rolling as lightly and nimbly as a swallow.

Facing the raging wind, Ba Di's arm muscles bulged. His ten fingers were like steel, gripping the Eagle Fighter Jet's body tightly. No matter how it shook, it could not throw him off.

Instead, that exhilarating, violent flight made Ba Di's blood surge and boil. The thrill of being free to fly across sky and earth made him want to throw back his head and howl.

A smile spread across Ba Di's face.

This exhilarating "flight" gave him a feeling of freedom and unrestrained exhilaration. The thought that he would one day soar through the heavens and look down upon Earth filled him with passion, his blood burning hotter.

During a brief slowdown in its forward rush, he seized the opportunity, flipped neatly, and leaped onto the fighter jet's nose, returning to where he had landed before. He tore away the remaining cockpit glass.

His large hand reached directly into the cockpit and forcibly dragged the pilot out.

Terror crawled across the pilot's face. The cold, blade-like gale scraping over him only heightened his panic, and he kept crying out for mercy.

Ba Di let him go, allowing him to fly freely with the wind.

He turned around and stood atop the Eagle Fighter Jet as it charged onward. His towering body stood upright against the sky, his head raised toward the forest, white clouds, and blue heavens. Beneath the sunlight, even his blood seemed to steam as heroic fervor surged within him.

The days of schemes and calculations on Krypton.

The people he had let down.

The people he had used.

The year and three months he had spent imprisoned after coming to Earth.

All of the past flashed through his eyes.

At this moment.

He was truly free, possessing the power to conquer everything.

At that moment, the blood in his body seemed to ignite, boiling and scorching as it burned through his will and body.

Ba Di held his chest high against the biting gale. With both hands, he tore apart his military uniform. Using all the strength in his body, his face flushed red, he threw back his head and roared at the sky, roaring out the anger he had once buried! A tear flew far from the corner of his eye in the wind, glittering beneath the sunlight.