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Standing on this hillside where he had just completed an extreme challenge, Fang Cheng checked the data recorded on his sports watch.

Then, he raised his head and looked towards the towering cliff not far away, as if cleaved by a knife and split by an axe.

The wind howled, and the mist had not yet completely dissipated.

In the air shrouded in light smoke, traces of "flying" seemed to linger.

The time of 8.4 seconds, of course, did not entirely consist of hang time.

According to normal physical laws, at a height of over thirty meters, considering only free fall time, it would be approximately in the range of 2.5 to 2.8 seconds.

However, Fang Cheng was very clear in his mind.

The extra 3 seconds were not entirely due to the effect of his agility attribute breaking through 40 points.

Or, more precisely, there was no obvious or direct causal relationship between the two.

This is because the agility attribute's role in simply maintaining the body at the highest point without falling has always been extremely limited.

Based on this cliff jumping experience, even if he broke through 40 points of agility, the increase would not exceed 0.5 seconds at most.

What Fang Cheng did was to cleverly distribute the precious hang time during the descent process, thereby creating an experience close to "wingsuit flying", increasing the hang time effect by about two times compared to before.

This flying method did not completely break away from gravity.

Instead, it used the power brought by the airflow and a sufficiently open terrain to allow the body to glide at a certain height in the air, trying to prolong the time before his feet touched the ground.

This ultimately created an effect similar to "riding the wind and flying."

However, for ordinary people, wanting to achieve such a comfortable level is no different from wishful thinking.

Putting aside natural environmental factors, first, one must possess extremely strong balance to stabilize their body under the dual pull of airflow and gravity.

Secondly, one also needs excellent flexibility, like imitating the gliding posture of animals such as flying squirrels, trying to stretch the body posture as much as possible to increase the air force-bearing surface.

In particular, one needs to have a thorough understanding of every inch of the body's muscles, calmly respond to various changes in updrafts and horizontal airflow, and accurately adjust the magnitude and direction of lift and drag.

Only by being able to make effective response measures instantly when encountering various emergencies can one truly control the power of the wind.

Ultimately, these are the key to the agility attribute helping to improve hang time ability.

It brings not only changes in speed, but also a leap-like transformation in the body's comprehensive qualities.

Fang Cheng savored the exhilarating feeling of flying just now.

Then, he took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air in the mountains, his heart full of plans for subsequent training.

At least, he was now able to perform the peerless lightness skill of treading on dangerous ground as if it were flat, like a startled swan, just like those knights in movies.

Undoubtedly, he had taken a solid step towards truly achieving the grand goal of "flying in the sky."

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng lowered his head and cast his gaze on the sports watch on his wrist again.

The dial showed the time, 7:36.

He had to hurry back to the hotel, lest his mom and the others would worry if they found him not in the room after they woke up.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look at the surrounding environment, searching for a way out.

At this moment, he was on a steep meadow slope in front of the cliff, which seemed to belong to a rarely visited area.

To the left was a lush camphor forest, with dense branches and leaves stacked upon each other, like a natural barrier, completely obscuring the view.

Underneath his feet, weeds grew wildly, obviously few people came to this ghostly place.

Fortunately, it was winter, and the snakes were still hibernating.

He had not encountered any "surprises" along the way, saving him a lot of potential trouble.

When he walked into the depths of the forest, the sunlight was almost completely obscured by the branches and leaves, with only a few scattered rays of light penetrating through the gaps.

Occasionally, a few "coo coo" bird calls came from a distance, making the forest even more secluded.

Suddenly, a strange cry joined in, breaking the silence.

Fang Cheng instantly straightened his back, his body muscles slightly tense.

Listening carefully, the sound was intermittent, sobbing and whimpering.

It sounded like someone was crying and begging for mercy, which seemed particularly abrupt in this originally quiet place.

Fang Cheng's eyes became sharp, with a hint of doubt.

Then, he carefully moved his steps, slowly walking towards the source of the sound.

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In the dense and secluded forest, the sunlight appeared dim.

The morning mist that had not yet dissipated still gently floated in the forest.

A gust of wind blew, the leaves rustled, and the mist dissipated, revealing four figures.

Two burly men were digging a pit with all their might, the shovels in their hands repeatedly raising soil, making dull thudding sounds.

A bald man with a cold gaze held a gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing directly at another person kneeling on the ground.

That person was corpulent, with a face full of blessings.

At this moment, he was wearing a dirty and muddy tracksuit, his face was bruised and swollen, and his expression was terrified.

He seemed to have just been jogging and exercising in the morning, but now he was caught here by several bandits who wanted to rob him and kill him.

After some resistance and struggle, his knees heavily knocked on the ground full of fallen leaves and mud, and he cried with snot and tears.

"Dig faster, don't dawdle!"

A thin and tall bandit wiped the sweat from his face and whispered to his companion next to him.

The shovel in his hand plunged into the soil again and again with his movements, and the raised soil splashed on his trouser legs.

Another slightly shorter and stronger bandit responded in a muffled voice: "Got it."

The frequency of the shovel digging soil was much slower than his companion's, and he mumbled a few words every time he shoveled:

"Damn Fatty Xu, making us spend so much effort, even if he honestly confesses later, we can't easily spare him…"

The arms of the two men, with their sleeves rolled up, revealed ferocious tattoos, obviously not kind people.

As the soil continued to rise, a deep pit was gradually taking shape under their feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fat man kneeling aside trembled all over when he saw this.

He looked up at the bald man standing in front of him, pointing a gun at him, and cried:

"Big brother, please be kind, let me go, I really don't know anything about antiques!"

"I have the old and the young to support, my family depends on me to support them, my parents are in poor health, bedridden all year round, and can't stop taking medicine, my child has just started elementary school, is well-behaved and sensible, and looks forward to me going home every day…"

Speaking of the emotional part, the snot was about to drag to his mouth, and he couldn't care less about wiping it.

"It's okay."

The bald man's eyes were cold, and he interrupted ruthlessly:

"I also have two brothers guarding in front of your house, and after you go down, I will send them to reunite with you."

The fat man's face turned pale immediately, and his body trembled even more violently when he heard this.

"Big brother, if you have anything, come at me, I really am honest and do legitimate business."

"You want money, right, I can give you, one million! Not enough? Then two million, still not enough? Then… then… five million…"

The more he spoke, the more his voice trembled, as if he was afraid, and also as if he was distressed by needing to shed so much blood to save his life.

"Are you treating us like beggars?!"

The skinny, tall bandit digging the hole couldn't help but curse, his face full of contempt, and he slammed his shovel heavily into the ground.

"Boss Xu, do you think we didn't investigate you before acting?"

The bald man snorted coldly, took a step forward, and the muzzle of his gun almost touched the fat man's forehead.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the fat man, the coldness in his eyes even more intense, as if he were looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered:

"You're one of the biggest black market dealers in Dongdu, right? I heard you hide all the good stuff in your old home's underground vault, including an antique stolen from the Xishan ancient tomb."

"For these things, we brothers haven't even celebrated the New Year, and we've been watching you for a week."

"What underground vault?"

The fat man looked blank, quickly shaking his head and arguing:

"I do have a cellar in my old home, but that old house is about to collapse, and the cellar is full of杂物 (zawu, sundries), how could I dare put such valuable things there."

"Still dare to be stubborn!"

The bald man roared, and slammed the gun handle against his head.

A gash instantly opened on the fat man's forehead, and blood flowed down his face. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

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"Really, I'm not lying to you!"

Lying on the ground, covering his wound, the fat man still begged for mercy with a crying voice:

"I don't know where you heard the news, maybe I was blinded by greed that day, thinking about making it in the underworld, occasionally bragging to show off my abilities, so I casually mentioned a vault for storing antiques, who knew it would reach the ears of you great leaders, I really regret it so much that my intestines are turning green."

"Great leaders, please be generous and spare me this time, I promise I will never dare to brag again, if I do, may I be struck by lightning!"

"Damn it, I don't have so much patience to waste time talking to you!"

The bald man then stepped forward and kicked him a few times, his boots landing heavily on his body, making dull sounds.

The fat man wailed, hugging his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, the fat on his face twisted with pain.

"Shut up, dare to howl again, and I'll shoot you right now."

The bald man's eyes revealed a cold killing intent, the muzzle of the gun pressed against the fat man's forehead, on the verge of exploding:

"I'm telling you, we brothers have all taken lives, and we don't need one more, you."

"If you don't hand over the location and key to the vault today, I'll bury you alive here, and then you'll disappear without a trace, and you'll be a lonely ghost!"

Saying that, he turned his head and looked at the two people who were digging the pit, urging, "Hurry up, don't delay things."

"Okay, boss, it'll be finished soon."

The two underlings immediately waved their shovels more vigorously upon hearing this.

Before long, a grave that seemed tailor-made was formed.

The fat man was kicked into the pit, tumbling and rolling, falling to the bottom.

He looked up at the nearly one-person-high pit wall, yellow mud constantly falling down as the shovel moved, showering down on his face.

The other side clearly intended to bury him alive here.

The fat man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he begged for mercy in a panic:

"Don't ah, don't ah, I'll talk, I'll talk, okay!"

The bald man smiled coldly upon hearing this:

"You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin, hurry up and say it before you're buried up to your neck, otherwise it'll be too late!"

The fat man trembled his lips, hesitated again and again, just about to say something.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the bushes not far away.

It sounded like a shoe stepping on a broken branch, stepping through the grass.

Immediately afterwards, a wild rabbit ran out in fright, accompanied by its panicked footsteps, and several sharp "squeak" sounds.

The sudden movement made the three bandits stunned, and they couldn't help but look back.

Before their tense nerves could relax, they saw a strange man walking out of the depths of the forest.

The man was wearing a neat sports suit, with a tall figure, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and extremely handsome appearance.

It was Fang Cheng, who had found this place all the way.

Seeing that these three people were all looking at him with fierce eyes, Fang Cheng spread his hands calmly, and said in a relaxed tone:

"I'm just passing by, here to exercise, you guys do whatever you want."

While saying that, he surveyed the surrounding situation without showing any signs, his eyes swept over the deep pit behind the bandits, and the fat man in a sorry state.

The bald man narrowed his eyes, staring at Fang Cheng suspiciously, the gun in his hand slightly raised, the muzzle intentionally or unintentionally shifting towards his direction, and said coldly:

"Passing by to exercise? Hmph, this place is very remote, it's not by the side of the road, how can it be so easy for someone to pass by."

The skinny, tall bandit picked up the shovel, tilted his head, and echoed:

"Boss, I think this kid might be the Xu's bodyguard, following the trail here."

The short, stout bandit also nodded, and said in a muffled voice:

"No matter what, we can't let him just walk away like that."

The bald man held up the gun, a trace of killing intent flowing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Since you've stumbled upon our good fortune, then you might as well stay here too."

While speaking, he nodded towards the skinny, tall bandit.

The skinny, tall bandit received the signal, his eyes also revealing a fierce light.

With the boss holding a gun to help, he was naturally full of anger and energy.

Immediately, he clenched the shovel on his shoulder tightly, and without saying a word, rushed towards Fang Cheng aggressively.

The shovel划过 (huá guò, cut/traced) a cold arc in the air, the sharp blade directly劈 (pī, chopping) towards Fang Cheng's forehead, seemingly wanting to cut off half of his head.

Because the power was too violent, the横肉 (héngròu, fleshy jowls) on his face even抖动 (dǒudòng, twitched) with the action of waving the shovel with both hands.

Fang Cheng was not flustered, like a ghost, he dodged this fierce blow sideways, and then lightly绕 (rào, circled) to the side.

His body didn't seem to move much, he just dodged directly.

The expression on his face was calm and composed, as if he was just playing a light game.

The skinny, tall bandit missed the blow, and brushed past Fang Cheng with both himself and the shovel.

He couldn't help but become angry and ashamed, and the青筋 (qīngjīn, veins) on his forehead暴起 (bàoqǐ, popped).

So he shouted violently, and once again swung the shovel,砸 (zá, smashing) towards the back of Fang Cheng's head with the sound of wind.

Fang Cheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, slightly偏头 (piāntóu, tilted his head), five fingers like steel hooks, quickly探 (tàn, extended) out, instantly grabbed the shovel blade.

The skinny, tall bandit憋 (biē, held his breath) until his face was red, and both hands铆足 (mǎozú, exerted all) strength to pull back.

Just as he was trying to compete, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force,甩 (shuǎi, flung) his arm, and松开 (sōngkāi, released) his tightly clenched fingers.

The skinny, tall bandit's entire body suddenly flew out of control, like a kite with a broken string, directly撞 (zhuàng, collided) into a tree.

The thick tree trunk was震 (zhèn, shaken) until it簌簌 (sùsù, rustling) trembled, and the leaves飘落 (piāoluò, fell) one after another.

Then, "咔嚓 (kāchā, crack)" sound.

It wasn't the tree that broke.

But the skinny, tall bandit's腰 (yāo, waist) broke!

The sound of the spinal骨 (gǔ, bone)断裂 (duànliè, fracture), was清晰 (qīngxī, clear)可闻 (kěwén, audible), 悚人 (sǒngrén, frightening)心魄 (xīnpò, soul).

This sudden change immediately呆住 (dāizhù, stunned) everyone present.