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Chapter 218: Encountering Good Things
Standing on the hillside where he had just completed an extreme challenge, Fang Cheng checked the data recorded by his sports watch.

Then he raised his head and looked at the cliff that looked like it was cut by a knife or an axe not far away.

The wind was whistling and the fog had not yet dissipated.

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

Of course, not all of the 8.4 seconds is spent in the air.

According to normal physical laws, at a height of more than 2.5 meters, if we only consider the free fall time, it is approximately between 2.8 seconds and seconds.

When tested before the New Year, the limit of the airborne time I could achieve was about 3.07 seconds.

In other words, during this cliff jumping test, I actually stayed in the air for 3 seconds longer.

However, Fang Cheng was very clear in his mind.

The extra 3 seconds are not entirely due to the agility attribute breaking through 40 points.

Or to be more precise, there is no obvious, direct causal relationship between the two.

This is because the agility attribute has a very limited effect in simply keeping the body in the air at the highest point without falling.

Judging from this cliff jumping experience, even if the agility exceeds 40 points, the improvement will not exceed 0.5 seconds at most.

What Fang Cheng did was to cleverly disperse the precious hovering time during the landing process, thus creating an experience that was almost like "wing suit flying", which increased the hovering effect by about two times compared to before.

This way of flying is by no means completely free from gravity.

Instead, it uses the power brought by the airflow and sufficiently open terrain to enable the body to glide in the air at a certain height, thus prolonging the time that the feet are on the ground as much as possible.

The final effect is similar to "flying in the wind".

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

Putting aside the natural environmental factors, one must first have extremely strong balance in order to keep his body steady under the dual pull of the airflow and gravity.

Secondly, excellent flexibility is also required, such as imitating the gliding form of animals such as flying squirrels, stretching the body posture as much as possible to increase the air force surface.

In particular, you need to be familiar with every inch of muscle in the body, calmly respond to various changes in updrafts and horizontal airflows, and accurately adjust the size and direction of lift and drag.

Only by being able to respond effectively instantly when encountering various emergencies can you harness the power of the wind.

Ultimately, these are the key to how agility attributes help improve the ability to stay in the air.

It brings not only a change in speed, but also a leap-forward transformation in the overall physical quality.

Fang Cheng recalled the heart-pounding feeling of flying just now.

Then I took a deep breath, feeling the fresh mountain air, my mind full of plans for subsequent training.

At least, now I can perform the unparalleled martial arts like the knights in the movies, walking through danger as if it were nothing and as graceful as a startled swan.

This is undoubtedly a solid step towards truly achieving the grand goal of "flying in the air".

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

The time displayed on the dial is 7:36.

I have to get back to the hotel quickly, otherwise my mom and others will wake up and find that I am not in the room and start worrying.

Fang Cheng looked up at the surroundings, looking for a way out.

At this moment, he was on the steep slope of the meadow in front of the cliff, which seemed to be a sparsely populated area.

To the left is a lush camphor forest with layers of flourishing branches and leaves, like a natural barrier that blocks your view completely.

There were weeds all over the ground underfoot, growing wildly and unkemptly. It was obvious that few people would come to such a hellhole.

Fortunately, it is winter now and snakes are still hibernating.

I didn't encounter any "surprises" along the way, which saved me a lot of potential trouble.

When we walked deep into the woods, the sunlight was almost completely blocked by the branches and leaves, with only a few thin rays of light shining through the gaps.

Occasionally, the sounds of "coo" and "coo" birds could be heard from afar, making the forest seem even more eerie.

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

Fang Cheng straightened his back instantly and all the muscles in his body tensed slightly.

If you listen carefully, the sound is intermittent and sobbing.

It sounded like someone was crying and begging for mercy, which was particularly out of place in such a secluded place.

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

Then he moved his feet carefully and walked slowly towards the source of the sound.

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In the dense and deep woods, the sunlight seems dim here.

The early morning mist has not yet dissipated and is still gently lingering in the woods.

A gust of wind blew, rustling the leaves and dispersing the mist, revealing four figures.

Two sturdy men were digging a hole with all their might. The shovels in their hands raised up the soil again and again, making dull puffing sounds.

A bald man with a stern look in his eyes held a gun in his hand, with the black muzzle pointing directly at another person kneeling on the ground.

The man was fat and had a blessed face.

At this moment, he was wearing a dirty, muddy sportswear, his nose and face were bruised, and he looked extremely terrified.

It seemed that he was just doing a morning jog, but now he was caught here by several gangsters who wanted to rob him of his money and kill him.

After a struggle, he banged his knees hard on the ground covered with fallen leaves and dirt, and cried with snot and tears.

"Dig quickly, don't dawdle!"

The tall and thin gangster wiped the sweat from his face and whispered to his companion beside him.

The shovel in his hand dug into the soil again and again as he moved, and the raised soil splashed onto his trouser legs.

Another shorter and stronger bandit replied in a muffled voice: "I know."

The shovel was shoveling the soil much slower than his companions. Every time he shoveled a few times, he would mutter a few words:
"That damn Fatty Xu has caused us so much trouble. Even if he confesses honestly later, we can't let him off easily..."

The two men's arms with their sleeves rolled up revealed hideous tattoos, and it was obvious that they were not good people.

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

The fat man kneeling beside him couldn't help but tremble 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:
"Brother, please be kind and let me go. I really don't know what antique it is!"

"I have elderly parents and young children to support. My family is counting on me to support them. My parents are in poor health and have been bedridden for years. They cannot stop taking medicine. My child has just started elementary school. He is well-behaved and sensible and looks forward to my return home every day..."

When he was so excited, his snot was almost running into his mouth, but he didn't even bother to wipe it.

"fine."

The bald man's eyes were cold and he interrupted ruthlessly:
"I have two brothers waiting outside your door. After you go down, I will send them to reunite with you."

Upon hearing this, the fat man's face turned pale and his body shook even more violently.

"Brother, if you have any problem, come to me. I am really an honest man doing serious 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, or in pain and needed to bleed so much to save his life.

"Are you fucking sending away beggars?!" The tall and thin bandit who was digging the pit couldn't help but curse, his face full of contempt, and he slammed the shovel in his hand heavily.

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

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

He lowered his head slightly and looked down at the fat man. The coldness in his eyes was even more intense, as if he was looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered:
"You are one of the biggest ghost goods dealers in Dongdu Road. I heard that you hide all the valuables in the underground vault of your hometown, including an antique stolen from the ancient tomb in Xishan."

"Because of these things, we brothers haven't even celebrated the New Year. We have been watching you for a week."

"What underground vault?"

The fat man looked confused and shook his head to explain:

"I do have a cellar in my hometown, but the old house is about to collapse, and the cellar is full of miscellaneous items. How could I dare to put such valuable things there?"

"How dare you speak so harshly!"

The bald man yelled angrily and hit him on the head with the butt of the gun.

A gash appeared on the fat man's forehead in an instant, and blood flowed down his face. He cried out "Ouch" in pain and fell to the ground in a mess.

"Really? I didn't lie to you!"

Lying on the ground, covering his wound with his hands, the fat man still begged for mercy in a crying voice:
"I don't know where you heard the news from. Maybe I was just being naive that day. I thought I could brag about my abilities and show off my abilities. So I just mentioned the vault where antiques were hidden. Who knew that it got to the ears of the big brothers? I regret it so much that my intestines are turning green."

"My dear brothers, please forgive me this time. I promise that I will never brag again. If I do it again, I will be struck by lightning!"

"Damn it, I don't have that much patience to talk nonsense with you!"

The bald man then stepped forward and kicked him several times, his boots landing heavily on his body with a dull sound.

The fat man wailed, holding his head with his hands, curled up into a ball, and the fat on his face was twisted in pain.

"Shut up. If you dare to howl again, I will shoot you right now."

The bald man's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and he pointed his gun at the fat man's forehead, on the verge of exploding:

"Let me tell you, we have killed many people, and we don't need you."

"If you don't hand over the location and key of the vault today, I will bury you alive here. When the time comes, you will be a wandering ghost without a trace of your body or your soul!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the two people who were digging a pit, urging them, "Hurry up, don't delay."

"Okay, big brother, it will be done soon."

Upon hearing this, the two younger brothers immediately swung their shovels even harder.

After a while, the tomb, as if tailor-made for the purpose, was completed.

The fat man was kicked into a pit by a big foot, and his wheels rolled over and he fell to the bottom of the pit.

He looked up at the pit wall that was nearly a person's height. Yellow mud kept falling as the shovel was waved, flying down all over his head.

It was obvious that the other side really intended to bury him alive here.

The fat man turned pale with fear and begged for mercy in panic:

"No, no, I said, I said it's not okay!"

The bald man smiled coldly when he heard this:
"You won't cry until you see the coffin. Speak quickly before you're buried up to your neck, or it will be too late!"

The fat man's lips trembled, and he hesitated for a long time, just about to say something.

Suddenly, a strange rustling noise came from the bushes not far away.

It was as if the soles of shoes had broken through dead branches and stepped through the grass.

Immediately afterwards, a hare ran away in fright, accompanied by several sharp "squeaks" along with its panicked footsteps.

The sudden noise startled the three bandits, and they all turned around to look.

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

The man was wearing a neat sports suit, had a tall figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and had an extremely handsome appearance.

It was Fang Cheng who found this place along the way.

Seeing that the three of them were looking at him fiercely, Fang Cheng spread his hands calmly and said in a relaxed tone:

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

As he spoke, he calmly looked around, his eyes sweeping over the deep pit behind the bandits and the fat man who looked embarrassed.

The bald man narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Cheng suspiciously. He raised the gun in his hand slightly, and the muzzle was tilted towards him intentionally or unintentionally. He said coldly:
"Passing by to exercise? Humph, this place is very remote and not on the side of the road, so it's not easy for people to pass by."

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

"Brother, I think this guy might be Xu's bodyguard, and he came here by following his tail."

The short and strong bandit also nodded and said in a muffled voice:
"No matter what, we can't let him get away like this."

The bald man held a gun in his hand, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Since you've seen us doing this, you might as well stay too."

As he spoke, he nodded at the tall and thin bandit.

The tall and thin bandit received the signal, and his eyes also revealed a fierce look.

With a big brother supporting him with a gun, he was naturally furious and full of energy.

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

The shovel drew a cold arc in the air, and the sharp blade chopped directly on Fang Cheng's forehead, as if it was going to cut off half of his head.

Because the force was too strong, the flesh on his face trembled as he swung the shovel with both hands.

Fang Cheng was not in a hurry. He dodged the fierce attack by moving sideways like a ghost, then moved aside lightly.

It seemed like his body didn't move at all, he just dodged it.

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

The tall and thin bandit missed his attack and passed by Fang Cheng with his shovel.

He couldn't help but get angry and the veins on his forehead bulged.

So he shouted loudly, swung the shovel again, and smashed it hard on the back of Fang Cheng's head with a whistling sound.

Fang Cheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He tilted his head slightly, and his five fingers stretched out like steel hooks, grabbing the blade of the shovel in an instant.

The tall and thin gangster's face turned red with smothering, and he used all his strength to pull it back with both hands.

Just as he was trying to fight back, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force, swung his arms, and loosened his clenched fingers.

The tall and thin bandit suddenly flew out uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, and crashed straight into a tree.

The thick tree trunks were shaking and the leaves were falling.

Then, there was a "click".

It's not that the tree is broken.

But the tall and thin bandit’s waist was broken!

The sound of the spine breaking was clearly audible and terrifying.

This sudden change stunned everyone present.

(End of this chapter)