The Wind Picked Up That Day!

Countless eyes were fixed on him.

They didn't dare breathe, much less blink.

They were terrified that Ye Jin would fall the moment they blinked.

Countless people's palms and the backs of their hands were slick with sweat. It was as though a crushing pressure weighed down on their minds, making them breathe rapidly, unable to catch their breath.

Free climbing with safety equipment and doing it without any were two different things.

They were two extremes.

The difference in difficulty was more than tenfold.

As everyone watched the ground recede farther and farther away, they gradually began to feel dizzy.

Because of the camera angle, they felt as though they were right there, climbing the rock face themselves.

They were terrified that Ye Jin would look down.

Because once he looked down, something unexpected could happen.

It was like crossing a single-log bridge between cliffs: as long as you didn't look down, you wouldn't feel that pressure.

But the moment you looked down, the pressure would multiply, and even if you managed to shake it off for a while, it would cling to your body and mind for the rest of the journey.

Even the very best experts couldn't completely overcome that pressure in their hearts.

They would be affected to some degree.

So they didn't dare imagine what might happen if Ye Jin looked down.

That was a high-voltage line that could never be touched.

Some people's legs had already begun to turn to jelly.

"The more I watch, the more scared I get. Can't the production team stop him from doing this?"

"Sigh, doesn't he know what he's doing? He's practically courting death. The moment he lets go, he'll fall and be smashed into a lump of meat paste, with no chance of survival."

There was no forest below to cushion his fall, only exposed rock.

He had now climbed to a height of nearly forty meters.

Falling from forty meters onto hard rock, he would have almost no chance of surviving.

And even if he survived by some miracle, the production team wouldn't be able to reach him quickly.

"I want to know what the production team is thinking right now. Do they feel like they just fucked a dog?"

"The production team doesn't want him to die either, right? Ye Jin can bring in so many viewers and so much attention. If they could, they'd send a helicopter to save him, wouldn't they?"

"The person above is overthinking it. Even if a helicopter could fly over there, it couldn't rescue him in time. It couldn't even get close."

"This is fucking thrilling!"

Ye Jin had no idea how much trouble his actions had caused the production team.

Nor how much they had shocked the viewers outside.

He focused solely on the cliff before him.

With his master-level rock-climbing skill, although the cliff face was relatively smooth, it was full of openings in his eyes. Everything could be put to use.

Ye Jin spotted a protruding rock above him, while his foot happened to be planted in a hollow among some wild grass.

Pressing his body close to the cliff, he pushed off with his foot and made one big move, rising over half a meter in one motion and grabbing the protruding rock above.

The whole movement flowed like clouds and water.

Every part flowed perfectly into the next.

But his actions drew countless screams from people behind their screens.

If Ye Jin had made even one mistake just then...

If his foot had slipped or he hadn't gotten a firm grip, he would have fallen straight off the cliff.

After completing that highly difficult move, Ye Jin didn't stop to rest at all. He continued climbing.

In the human body, leg strength was unquestionably greater than arm strength.

The same was true in rock climbing.

Leg strength came first in everything, while arm strength only played a supporting role.

One provided the power, and the other maintained balance.

If a climber started relying on arm strength for power, their arms would soon become unbearably sore. Once their strength gave out, the consequences would be irreparable.

Rock climbing wasn't something that could be finished in a short time.

Much less free climbing.

Every step, every movement was simulated countless times in the mind. A single failed simulation meant actual death.

"God Ye, don't rush so much! You could have done that last move in several stages."

"Damn it, my heart was trembling during that move. Looking down from above was even more shocking. The moment he pushed upward with his leg, I could feel my heart pounding. I was terrified he wouldn't get a firm grip and would fall straight down."

"It wasn't just you. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest."

"I'm a rock-climbing coach. From his moves just now, I can tell he's definitely not a beginner. The way he applies his strength, the footholds and handholds he chooses, the curve of his body, the rhythm of his breathing-none of that is what you'd expect from a beginner. He's definitely a top-tier master."

"God Ye is insanely awesome! He actually has this skill too! It's simply heaven-defying."

Quite a few people sent private messages to those top extreme sports athletes.

But none received a reply.

Because they were watching too.

Was Ye Jin a true god, or was he a smart aleck who thought too highly of himself?

Although many of them had impressive records,

and were famous in the climbing world, having challenged countless impossibilities and set countless records,

for some reason, there was always a trace of jealousy in their hearts.

Deep down, they didn't dare admit that Ye Jin was far stronger and far more outstanding than they were.

Ye Jin was now at a height of forty meters.

They were utterly stunned by how high Ye Jin had climbed.

"Slow down, slow down. Don't rush so much."

"Whatever you do, stay steady!"

Ye Jin couldn't hear their cries.

He continued doing things his own way.

His speed hadn't decreased at all.

To outsiders, it looked as though he was eager for glory and rushing for results.

But only he knew that every step he took had been simulated millions of times in his mind.

He had powerful muscles and strong memory and thinking abilities, so doing all this posed no difficulty for him.

Every step took him to the best position available to him, and every move had been considered countless times. He had also found the best holds.

It was just that his technique was too fluid, flowing like clouds and water, leaving no time for others to react. That was what caused outsiders to misunderstand.

In truth, he also had a little calculation of his own.

It was already past four in the afternoon.

If he really took each step with utmost care and spent more than four hours climbing, it would be night by the time he finished, making things even less favorable for him.

In any case, everything was under his control.

And by moving quickly, he expended less energy.

He climbed higher and higher.

40 meters,

50 meters,

60 meters,

70 meters,

80 meters,

90 meters,

100 meters,

When he reached 100 meters, everyone felt as though he had flown into the clouds.

The scenery on the ground was beginning to blur when viewed from that height.

The trembling in their hearts grew more and more intense.

Especially since the camera was positioned to look down from above.

Their hearts trembled at a single glance.

Cold sweat poured down their faces.

Everyone suddenly noticed that some of the wild grass around the cliff had begun to move.

They raised their heads too.

Their eyes filled with terror.

The wind... had begun to pick up!