Ye Jin's Madness

The wild grass stirred slightly.

The wind sprang up.

Ye Jin also noticed that the weather had suddenly begun to change.

The wind had started to rise just after four in the afternoon.

The wind on the island.

Had it arrived so soon?

He shook his head. The wind had no effect on him at all, and he focused solely on the task before him.

The audience below was practically ready to explode.

Hell-level difficulty was one thing.

Ye Jin seemed to have it under control for the moment.

But the moment the wind came, they panicked. They had never even considered it before.

They were all on the ground, where the wind was weakest, and they weren't on an island, so they had subconsciously overlooked the possibility of this unexpected occurrence.

And then, just when they least expected it,

the wind came.

They only knew that the wind affected Ye Jin in some way, but they didn't know how much.

But when those professional rock climbers saw the wind, their expressions grew incomparably grave.

If they were ordinary people, their nationalities would put them on different sides, and no matter how much they mocked him, they wouldn't feel the slightest guilt.

But they were rock climbers too.

They knew what he was going through.

When the wind came, they suddenly lost confidence in Ye Jin.

Before he reached the summit, every stunning display was nothing but a bubble.

Only when he truly reached the summit would he be a true king.

All the mockery could only become a crown upon his head.

They knew that the wind was deadly to Ye Jin.

If the danger had been at ninety percent before,

then with the arrival of the wind,

the danger had reached ninety-eight percent.

It was almost certain death.

The wind on an island was different from ordinary wind. It came early and blew fast.

Anyone with basic common sense knew that the higher a person was, the stronger the wind they faced.

Ye Jin, in just over ten minutes,

had already reached a staggering hundred meters.

A hundred meters didn't sound like much.

But in terms of floors,

that was more than thirty stories.

Imagine standing on a roof. Even atop a building only a dozen or so stories high, the wind would be especially strong, let alone thirty-odd stories. With every floor higher, the wind speed would keep increasing.

This was a true death challenge.

Although Brian felt some schadenfreude, he didn't dare show it.

He pretended nothing was amiss.

"According to news just received from the relevant meteorological monitoring department, the wind has picked up on the island where Ye Jin is. It's currently force two and could reach force four."

As soon as he said that,

quite a few extreme rock climbers began shaking their heads.

A maximum wind force of four.

Even on the ground, the wind would feel strong.

Let alone on a sheer cliff more than a hundred meters high.

At this very moment, the force of the wind Ye Jin faced up there was far greater than in the mountains.

They sighed. Heaven envied the gifted.

Someone like him could have become a pearl in the crown of extreme sports. Who would have thought that before he had fully shone, he was already close to falling?

It was truly heartbreaking.

There were no protective measures and no rescue team.

This was an absolute dead end.

Then, an internationally top-ranked extreme rock climber posted a tweet.

He explained the desperate situation Ye Jin was in.

He hoped the production team would give it serious consideration and provide him with safety protection.

But after careful consideration, the production team

issued a statement.

"All activities on the island are entirely voluntary and cannot be altered by the will of others. Unless an observer suffers a serious accident and is gravely injured and dying, the production team will not intervene under any circumstances."

Countless viewers felt helpless when they saw the statement.

The production team was too obstinate.

They couldn't stop them at all.

They could only turn their attention to the government, using what information they had in the hope that it would step in and stop him.

But they found that there was no word from that quarter either.

Everything depended on Ye Jin himself.

"Please don't let anything happen. In wind that strong, a person wouldn't even be able to stand steady up there, right?"

"If he falls from more than a hundred meters up, is there any chance he'll survive?"

"What do we do? He can't get down from that height, and even if he's in danger, no one can rescue him in time. Oh my God, I can hardly bear to watch."

Some people were deeply worried about his situation.

Others couldn't wait for him to die.

"Just hurry up and die! You never should have been able to perform like this!"

"Only if you die will this competition be fair."

"That's what you get for showing off. You should fall from up there and be smashed to death!"

"God bless, let him die!"

Countless people watched him with envy.

They would never allow another country to have such an outstanding genius.

Only their own country could be the strongest.

Ye Jin had broken the balance. Only his death would restore true fairness!

This was the chance heaven had given them!

Ye Jin gripped the protruding rocks with both hands like iron pincers, his feet planted in the hollows.

The wind howled past his ears.

With his master-level skill,

how could he not know the danger the strong wind posed to him?

It was the wail of death.

The Grim Reaper's scythe seemed to whistle past his ears.

If he lost his balance just once, he would die without a burial place.

If he died here, no one would collect his corpse.

Perhaps only after hundreds of years would someone discover his remains and guess that he had been a failed rock climber.

He didn't care about any of that.

What he cared about was his calorie consumption.

That was what mattered most.

He could feel the calories in his body being consumed at a frenzied rate.

His body had responded to the stress, but his mind remained rock steady.

The stimulation to his body still wasn't enough.

He had to burn even more.

Only then could he reach the point of frenzied calorie consumption.

And so, Ye Jin did something even crazier.

He slowly loosened his hands, then crossed his feet and found a suitable spot.

Moving with the speed of a thunderclap before anyone could cover their ears, he flipped himself around.

With a smack, he pressed himself against the cliff face.

The entire process was completed in an instant.

The crowd had yet to react.

Their mouths had opened, but before they could even make a sound, Ye Jin had already completed his incredibly dangerous maneuver.

Only after he finished

did the audience scream.

"Ah!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was fucking awesome!"

"Is that something a human can do? Are you sure they're not filming a movie? Anyone with sharp eyes, check whether there's a transparent rope around his waist."

"Is he really not afraid of dying?"

Once everyone realized what had happened, their scalps went numb.

He hadn't done that on flat ground.

He was more than a hundred meters in the air.

One slip, and he would step straight into hell.

And that maneuver could even be done on flat ground.

Without tremendous flexibility and speed, it was impossible to pull off.

Ye Jin... how did he dare!!!

They desperately wanted to demand an answer from him.

That was insanely awesome!

Absolutely crazy!

They wiped the sweat from their foreheads. What he had just done had scared them into breaking out in a sweat.

But in the next moment, Ye Jin made them scream even louder.