Gripping the supple branch, Han Shuo launched himself outward, his body tracing a semicircle through the air. When he swung back to his starting point, he kicked hard against the trunk with both legs and shot out again like lightning.
After several swings, Han Shuo swung farther and farther, his speed steadily increasing. The group watched him in astonishment, their hearts rising and falling with his movements.
Just when Han Shuo felt his swinging speed had reached its peak, he shouted, "Angelica, get ready to cast the Fierce Wind Technique!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Shuo released his grip. His tremendous momentum hurled him toward the other side of the swamp. The instant he let go of the branch, the crude glider stored in his Spatial Ring appeared. He held it beneath him, as though he had suddenly sprouted a pair of wings.
At the same time, Angelica confidently chanted the Fierce Wind Technique. A fierce gale sprang up out of nowhere around Han Shuo, carrying him over the swamp.
Without the glider, Han Shuo would certainly have shot out like lightning, then perhaps plunged just as swiftly into the depths of the swamp. But with the glider's support and the Fierce Wind Technique blowing him along, Han Shuo miraculously drifted slowly toward the center of the swamp, his pace unhurried.
"Oh, heavens, he really did it!" Nia exclaimed, her face filled with disbelief.
The other onlookers also appeared deeply astonished. Only Trunks remained calm, his expression grave as he said in a low voice, "The poisonous fumes are thickest in the center of the swamp, and the man-eating plants there aren't easy to deal with either. Getting the fruit in such a short time won't be easy. I hope he gets what he wants."
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