adbindia Chapter 1295 - 628_2
Chapter 1295 - 628_2
If this impact force couldn’t even move him a half step.
But in the air, with no ground to stand on and no leverage, that impact became a lethal threat.
Yet Fang Cheng remained unperturbed.
Years of life-and-death battles had taught him to keep his mind icy calm, even as he plummeted uncontrollably.
He quickly assessed the current predicament in his mind.
The drop in air density made his previous step force unable to compress enough solid air walls.
On top of that, the chaotic convergence of high-altitude wind belts could disrupt his balance at any moment.
To conquer the sky, sheer brute force would clearly not suffice.
"Since the density is inadequate, then artificially create thrust!"
On the third second of his fall.
A sharp light flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes as his internal True Qi suddenly altered its path.
He forcibly spread his limbs, forming his body into a "big" shape in mid-air to increase wind resistance and slow down his descent.
Meanwhile, a vast amount of True Qi surged to the surface of the skin on his back and feet.
Whoosh!
Fang Cheng’s control over muscle and epidermis had long reached perfection.
He forcibly expanded the pores of these parts, turning them into countless micro jet valves.
Buzzing——
Highly compressed True Qi spewed wildly from the pores.
It was like installing countless micro jet engines on the surface of his body.
The recoil from the True Qi spray instantly counteracted the inertia of his fall and forcibly righted his tumbling body.
In the instant he stabilized his flying posture, Fang Cheng slowed his breathing frequency.
He no longer used his eyes to see but extended his sensory perception outward.
On his bare skin, every sweat hair became the most precise meteorological radar at the moment.
He perceived it.
On the left, a cold descending airflow was fiercely howling.
While twenty meters above on the right, there was a relatively warm updraft vortex.
Fang Cheng’s lips curled into a composed arc.
He then retracted his legs and twisted his waist.
The True Qi jets on his back abruptly adjusted their angle, propelling him like a fish swimming, accurately cutting into the updraft vortex.
As soon as he entered, a powerful lifting force transmitted upward through his chest and abdomen.
Fang Cheng immediately restrained his True Qi, spread his arms, and adjusted his angle in the airflow.
Switching to cruising mode again, allowing this natural force to carry him higher, slanting upwards, flying hundreds of meters.
When the lifting force of the updraft began to weaken, he no longer stomped straight down as he did before but changed his exertion technique.
As his foot stepped down, his ankle quickly flickered inward.
Simultaneously, a blast of True Qi erupted from his bare sole, mixing with the thin air, locally increasing the medium density.
Fang Cheng seized this fleeting moment and attempted to step down again.
Bang!
An even heavier, more solid sonic boom rang out.
Using this improved hybrid power, Fang Cheng’s form once again shot upwards like a rocket.
Two thousand meters... three thousand meters... four thousand meters...
Facing the fierce wind, he continuously charged towards even higher altitudes, furiously pushing the limits of his flesh.
As he broke into the mid-layer of the troposphere, the surrounding environment grew increasingly violent.
The ambient temperature dropped at a rate of six degrees per every thousand meters elevation.
The biting cold wind, mixed with fine ice crystals, scraped against his bare body like sharp grinding wheels.
The oxygen content in the air sharply reduced, and every breath required a massive suction from his chest like a pump.
The berserk high-altitude westerly wind belt fiercely tugged at him, trying to tear apart this mortal daring to challenge the heavens.
But Fang Cheng did not retreat in the slightest.
A faint dark red flame shimmered across his body, with his blood and energy surging like molten lava.
The whole person resembled a red-hot sharp knife, forcibly drilling upwards against the extreme cold and turbulence.
Five thousand meters... six thousand meters... eight thousand meters...
Thus, Fang Cheng hurtled from the lower strata of the troposphere, all the way, fighting to the top layer.
As the altitude rises, the airflow is no longer as chaotic as it is at low altitudes, but is layered and intertwined.
Under frequent collisions of cold and warm air currents, scattered clouds begin to gather into patches.
Fang Cheng traverses through them, vaguely feeling the natural laws binding his body gradually weakening.
At this moment, the color of the sky is also quietly changing.
The originally gray-black night veil gradually sheds its murky base color, revealing a deep and pure blue hue.
The air becomes extremely thin, yet also extraordinarily tranquil.
Fang Cheng’s eyes are bright, leveraging his footing strength to continuously ascend higher.
It seems he is about to break through the absolute confinement of gravity, reaching the domain reserved for Gods.
Soon, at the end of his sight, a vast and boundless sea of clouds unfolds.
Large volumes of water vapor stack and squeeze against each other, rising into endless white mountain ranges.
The lower cloud masses are churned upwards by turbulent air currents, pulling out deep shadows like ocean waves.
Here, there are no birds, no life.
Only monumental structures formed by countless tons of water vapor stand between heaven and earth.
Bang!
Thunder roars, echoing high above the heavens.
A figure clad in red shorts, akin to an arrow piercing the firmament, plunges straight into the surging endless sea of clouds.
In the next instant, his vision is seized by dense water vapor.
All around is the gray-white cloud mist rolling like waves, so thick it cannot disperse.
More daunting is the extreme cold.
The air temperature at the top of the troposphere has plummeted to tens of degrees below zero Celsius.
In high-speed flight, the icy cloud mist crashes against Fang Cheng’s bare body, instantly forming a layer of frost on his eyebrows, hair, and skin.
Piercing cold drills through his skin into his organs, seemingly intent on freezing the blood surging throughout his body.
"Break!"
Fang Cheng lets out a low growl from his throat.
The True Qi within his Dantian operates without reservation, instantly triggering the effects of True Sun Fire.
Boom!
Soon, a golden flame abruptly illuminates his skin’s surface.
Frightening high temperatures penetrate outward, and the frost clinging to his body skips melting into droplets, instead vaporizing into large masses of hot steam.
Fang Cheng seems to transform into a meteor enveloped in white smoke, charging through the depths of the cloud sea against the current.
Water vapor evaporates, clouds shatter.
In his hearing, there is only the terrifying howl of the wind tearing at his eardrums.
In touch, it is the extreme stimulation of the clash between ice and fire.
Yet Fang Cheng’s heart beats fiercely and joyously within his chest.
Like a flying bird, reveling in flight at high altitudes.
This ultimate exhilaration is something no battle, no slaughter could ever grant.
Fang Cheng recalls in his youth, always loving to lie on the windowsill, gazing up at the birds soaring across the sky.
Dreaming of the day when he could break free from the earth’s constraints, to see the world above the clouds with his own eyes.
Now, this ultimate dream buried deep within human genes, belonging to everyone, he has forcefully turned into reality with his supremely strong physique.
No wings, no machines.
Only immensely strong muscles, boiling vigorous blood.
Every swing of his arms to ride the fierce winds, every stomp in the air exploding with Thunder Sound, all declare his conquest of this sky.
He is no longer that mortal gazing up from the ground.
Now, he is like a primordial fierce bird patrolling its domain.
Whoosh—
A giant sound like the tearing of cloth.
Fang Cheng once again steps through the air, his figure boldly smashing through hundreds of meters of the cloud sea, completely breaking out of that dark, damp band of rain clouds.
He also naturally leaves the top region of the troposphere, reaching the stratosphere above ten thousand meters.
Here is the typical cruising altitude for commercial aircraft, sharply different from the fierce air currents and ever-changing weather below in the troposphere.
Within the stratosphere, the air mainly flows horizontally, with almost no vertical convection or turbulent jostling, extremely low in water vapor and dust, and without the obstruction of thick cloud layers.
The view ahead suddenly opens up, so vast and wide it dazzles the mind.
Just like breaking open a heavy iron door sealed at the top of a cellar, stepping into a new world of clarity and boundlessness.