Single-Finger Limit

Facing the fierce winds blowing toward him, Ye Jin

actually...gradually spread his hands.

He pressed his back tightly against the cliff and shifted his center of gravity backward.

Only then could he stand more steadily.

His balance had now reached its peak.

The old him could never have done this. He probably wouldn't even have been able to change his posture.

But now, his strength had increased tremendously, and his physical abilities in every respect had improved considerably. Only then could he stand firm even on the cliff.

"What was he trying to do?"

"Why was he spreading his hands?"

"Oh my god, Mom, he really is a monster. Was he a vine in his last life? How could he stand so steadily?"

"Look, the wind has lifted his clothes, and they're flapping the whole time. I'm so scared. All it would take is one movement, even a slight shift of his foot, and he could fall off the cliff."

"I have to record this video. This is an extraordinary athletic miracle, one rarely seen in human history."

"I want to know if the production team was really blind. Someone this versatile was selected, and it was random, too. It's like hitting the jackpot."

"Yeah, it's completely unfair to the other contestants. It's not that they're weak, it's that Ye Jin is too strong."

Ye Jin hooked both hands around a protrusion on the cliff behind him.

He kept himself centered.

He watched the distant sun begin to move slowly toward the sea.

Though it had yet to set,

the land was already bathed in golden light.

The higher he stood, the farther he could see.

The scenery was even more magnificent.

Golden light fell across his face as the wind howled in his ears.

He was like an utterly immovable boulder on the cliff.

No matter how wildly the wind blew, it couldn't budge him in the slightest.

This wind could only serve as his backdrop.

The scenery was at its most beautiful now.

Standing here, he could look down over most of the area. Though it was windy, the sunlight still felt warm on his body.

"It's so beautiful!"

Ye Jin shook his head.

Unfortunately, he was the only person in this world.

Viewers around the world watched him with bated breath.

Ye Jin was on the cliff,

like a leaf that had landed on it, seemingly ready to be blown away and sent falling by a gust of wind.

He looked down.

The moment he looked down, countless people screamed.

They couldn't help growing frantic, shouting wildly:

"Don't look down! Whatever you do, don't look down!"

"Oh my god, why is he looking down? Doesn't he know that'll put him under immense psychological pressure?"

"It's over, it's over, everything's over. Pandora's box has been opened."

Even looking down through the camera made them dizzy, and their hearts clenched.

Let alone Ye Jin, who was actually there.

A single glance downward made them feel as though a nerve deep in their hearts had been plucked, sending chills through their entire bodies.

Countless people began to despair.

Even the world's top climbers shook their heads at the sight.

If the wind before had been a desperate predicament,

then looking down now was like placing shackles on his heart.

With just one glance, fear would stay with him,

like a nightmare,

never to be shaken off again.

Those who wanted Ye Jin to die immediately gloated, their hearts leaping with joy. They could hardly resist jumping up and applauding.

They looked at Ye Jin's face, hoping to see an expression of fear.

But to their disappointment, Ye Jin's face was still and undisturbed, utterly calm.

He seemed completely unaffected by that glance downward.

As though what he had just done was as simple to him as eating or drinking.

It had no effect on him whatsoever.

Let alone fear,

there wasn't even a chance of him being moved.

"No, how is that possible?"

"Why isn't there even a trace of fear on his face?"

"Is he even human? He's practically a machine. I want to see if his heart is made of stone!"

After admiring the beautiful scenery, Ye Jin withdrew his gaze.

To him, this was merely another way to burn more calories.

So he only felt something for a brief moment at the start.

It had completely vanished in less than 0.01 seconds.

He turned around again, using the same movements and drawing another great wave of screams.

After turning around, Ye Jin resumed climbing.

His figure was like a roaming dragon.

On the sheer cliff, which was nearly vertical at ninety degrees, he was agile to the extreme.

Everyone was truly in awe.

Amid the fierce wind,

Ye Jin stood firm and unmoving.

Relying on his physical strength, he kept climbing.

110 meters,

120 meters,

130 meters,

160 meters,

180 meters,

200 meters!

It was a godlike feat.

An achievement only a god could accomplish.

He could only move forward, not back.

Behind him was the cliff, certain death with no chance of survival.

The camera footage was extremely high-definition.

They could clearly make out every last line on the cliff. They saw that directly above Ye Jin, there was nowhere left for his hands to grab, only a spot a few square centimeters in size where he could place them.

It was the only point of purchase.

Compared with the spots around it, it was already among the best.

But using this spot was like dancing on a knife's edge.

If his grip slipped, he would fall off the mountain.

That would be the absolute end.

The end, forever and ever.

It was as though everyone could already see him stepping through the gates of hell with one foot, waiting for the other to follow.

This was an almost impossible task.

Even the world's top extreme athletes would shrink back from such a situation.

After seeing the spot above him, Ye Jin only pondered for a moment.

Then he hooked his fingers into that spot and used his other fingers to secure himself in a different way. Pressing his body tightly against the wall, he began to shift his feet.

His whole body was like a slowly moving machine.

He moved upward, inch by inch.

The spot above him for his fingers grew smaller and smaller.

At the very top, the spot where he could hold on was minuscule.

There was room for only a single finger.

Before the utterly horrified eyes of the crowd,

Ye Jin switched to one finger and hooked it fiercely into the indentation.

For the first time, his expression turned serious.

Although he was confident, he couldn't help feeling a tiny bit nervous.

His adrenaline was surging.

He was burning calories like crazy.

His eyes grew more and more excited.

Gradually, that excitement turned to madness.

He wanted to challenge the impossible.

Deep in his heart, his master skill was madly urging him to try.

It was the greed of encountering something he longed for.

He brought his body closer to the rock.

The two were pressed close together.

He did so to increase friction and maintain his balance.

His posture became extremely strange, and the angle of his index finger remained remarkably steady. He had turned completely into a gecko, scrambling madly upward.

His body suddenly jerked forward and heaved upward.

He exerted force with the one hand hooked into the indentation.

He shot upward.

His other hand hooked into another indentation.

Both hands held on with a single finger.

His hands gripped the two indentations tightly, like iron pincers.

If someone observed them with an extremely precise instrument, they would discover that the rocks beneath his fingers were slowly deforming because his grip was so powerful.

He had made it across!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"That's impossible!"

"That's the most badass way of climbing I've ever seen!"

"Fuck, is that something a human can do?"

"That move was way too dangerous. For a moment there, I thought he was going to fall!"

"I was completely fucking dumbstruck! That's fucking incredible, holy shit!"

Sorry, I skipped a chapter just now and posted chapter 38 first. I've now filled in chapter 37. Thank you.

Thanks to the big shots Yongheng and Zongsong for the 200-book-coin tips.