Low-altitude wingsuit flying, the world's most dangerous sport!

The comment sections on major websites were on the verge of exploding.

Every topic revolved around him.

His every move stirred up intense discussion and attention.

"I thought he was going to pull off another unbeatable stunt, but he can't even put on a wingsuit. Is he here to make us laugh?"

"There's seriously a hole in his head. He's asking to die. Even if my Lord Jesus came back to life, he couldn't save him."

"If he doesn't have what it takes, why the fuck is he showing off? I thought he was something special, but he's just another piece of trash."

"I agree with every comment above under my real name. All those great performances before were fake. His real purpose in coming here was to kill himself."

"Sure enough, yellow monkeys have the worst mental fortitude. He's chosen suicide when he's barely even started. Trash!"

Many people with darkness in their hearts felt they had found an opening.

They brought up one example after another to smear Ye Jin.

Many people who cared about Ye Jin had no heart to pay them any attention. All they cared about now was his safety.

They put themselves in Ye Jin's position.

Seeing him walk down the road to suicide, they were even more frantic, their hearts burning like fire.

They wished they could make the production team stop everything he was doing immediately.

But many people still hadn't realized just how cruel wingsuit flying was.

"What's the big deal about wingsuit flying? Isn't it just ordinary gliding? The gliding suit is just a little smaller, and he's even got a parachute. What's there to worry about?"

"Exactly. Yellow monkeys are so melodramatic. What's the big deal?"

"I'm going to order a suit right now and try flying tomorrow. Remember to watch my livestream!"

In some people's eyes, wasn't this just like ordinary gliding?

And he even had a parachute.

It was just like playing!

The comment section split into two camps.

Those familiar with the sport thought he was courting death.

Those unfamiliar with it thought he was melodramatic and had a glass heart.

Just then, a tweet from Kelis, one of the world's top wingsuit flyers, set the internet ablaze.

"Wingsuit flying is one of the advanced activities derived from skydiving. Athletes wear wingsuits and perform difficult maneuvers in the air by adjusting their body positions, then use a parachute to land once they descend to a certain height."

"Wingsuit flying is extremely challenging and dangerous. It can be called the craziest extreme sport in the world, the extreme of extreme sports."

"Some countries require by law that anyone wishing to learn wingsuit flying must have made more than two hundred high-altitude parachute jumps before they qualify. The entry requirements are extremely high."

"Low-altitude parachuting, meanwhile, is recognized worldwide as the most dangerous and thrilling extreme sport. Many countries have explicitly banned it. According to incomplete statistics, fewer than a thousand people worldwide take part in it."

"And what Ye Jin is about to attempt is low-altitude wingsuit flying, a combination of wingsuit flying and low-altitude parachuting. It can be called the most dangerous and terrifying sport in the world, without exception."

"And the information on Ye Jin shows that he has never received professional wingsuit flying or parachuting training. If he jumps from such a height, he will surely die."

Only when Kelis, one of the world's top wingsuit flyers, came forward to explain the dangers of the sport did these people realize what a towering mountain Ye Jin was about to challenge.

For someone with no foundation at all, it was simply courting death!

Even among those with a foundation, quite a few died every year.

That alone showed how dangerous wingsuit flying was.

Kelis's words exploded in everyone's hearts like a depth charge.

No one doubted the truth of what he said.

Because Chris was recognized worldwide as the most elite and courageous extreme wingsuit pilot.

He had made a thousand extreme parachute jumps across sixteen countries.

Every time, he had danced on the tip of the Grim Reaper's blade.

He had once flown through Tianmen Mountain, known as the most perilous wonder under heaven, at 220 kilometers per hour.

The feat was as hair-raising as threading a needle on the first try with pinpoint accuracy.

He had created a miracle in the world of wingsuit flying.

To this day, no one had broken his record.

His words in the world of wingsuit flying were unquestionably the final word.

At the end of his tweet, Kelis expressed his regret to the production team and hoped they could stop Ye Jin's suicidal act.

Once an untrained person jumped off a cliff,

death was all but certain.

Wingsuit flying had always been a niche sport and rarely entered the public eye. Thanks to Ye Jin, the whole world now knew about this extreme sport.

Many viewers raised questions with the production team.

The hosts, Brian and Ailiya, also promptly came forward to respond.

"Hello, viewers. Because of the special nature of the program, we cannot interfere with the observers' personal actions. If we forcibly intervene, unforeseen consequences may arise."

"Therefore, we treat all observers equally. Unless serious injury or death has clearly occurred, the production team will not intervene."

"Please rest assured that if any uncontrollable, serious incident occurs, we will ensure the observer's safety at the earliest opportunity."

Viewers in countries around the world looked at Ye Jin sympathetically.

Some hoped he would die.

Others hoped he could create a real miracle.

Even if the chance of a miracle was only one in ten thousand.

Their faith had only just risen; if it fell again, it would deal them a severe psychological blow.

But their strength alone could not make the production team intervene.

They could only place their hopes on him.

"God Ye, you have to keep it together. You can't let that bunch laugh at you."

"God Ye, if you make it out alive, damn it, I won't play games for a year to show my support."

The underground black market seized the opportunity too.

It immediately opened a betting pool with astronomical stakes.

More than several billion in funds poured in.

Countless people were red-eyed with excitement. Never before had they been more eager to see whether someone would live or die.

Countless topics shot up the trending searches.

The domestic media in particular sent the top ten trending searches into a frenzy.

Even those traffic stars didn't dare buy a trending spot at that moment.

Even if they did, it wouldn't be long before they were pushed down.

The sport was simply too thrilling and addictive.

It was even more exciting than the car race just now.

Enough to drive people wild.

Ye Jin finally finished reading the manual and stood up.

His every move tugged at people's hearts.

"He's standing up."

"Is he about to start?"

"Whatever you do, don't jump! Go back!"

Ye Jin closed the manual. Although he had already mastered wingsuit flying at the master level, he was still quite interested in some of the information.

The most dangerous extreme sport in the world.

Didn't that suit him perfectly?

When he grew old, he could even write his experiences into a novel.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, when humanity returned home, people would still be able to read his work and learn that an ancestor had once challenged the world's most thrilling sport of life and death.

Following the manual, he quickly put on the wingsuit properly and strapped on the parachute.

Neither could be left out.

If he really jumped down foolishly without a parachute,

probably not even an immortal could save him.

He stood at the edge of the cliff.

He kicked a pebble over the edge.

A long time passed before an echo came back.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was a breathtaking extreme sport of life and death; unfortunately, he was the only one there to appreciate it.

He spread his arms, then... jumped!