Fang Cheng lifted his wrist and first set his sports watch to timer mode.
Then he mobilized his limbs slightly, adjusting his body state and standing posture.
Feeling the solid sensation transmitted from the ground beneath his feet, he then slightly bent his knees, half-squatting like a cheetah ready to pounce.
His gaze locked tightly on the landing spot below, his mind rapidly calculating the optimal jumping angle and force.
A moment later, Fang Cheng’s eyes focused, and with an unstoppable momentum, he leaped toward the cliff below.
His legs, like powerful springs, instantly propelled his body into the air, tracing a graceful parabolic curve.
Just as he was about to reach the highest point, Fang Cheng immediately stretched out his hand, pressing the timer on his sports watch.
A gust of wind swept from behind, seemingly lifting his body up gently, appearing for a split second of suspension.
Fang Cheng twisted his waist and abdomen, all his muscles tense, contending with gravity, trying to extend the feeling of weightlessness as long as possible.
At this moment, everything around seemed to stand still, with only his heartbeats powerfully echoing in his ears.
Thud, thud.
But just then, Fang Cheng suddenly sensed a subtle change in the airflow.
The airflow transformed into a pair of invisible hands, gently pushing his body, wanting to assist him to keep moving forward in the air.
The wind direction seemed to perfectly align with his posture and the direction of his exertion, achieving some seamless harmony.
At this instant, Fang Cheng felt as if he was already one with the wind, experiencing a sense of unprecedented harmony.
With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he immediately decided to utilize his precious air-time to adjust his posture again, according to his feeling.
His arms slightly opened, like a bird spreading its wings, searching for the best balance point.
Then, just like this, he merged into the wind, in sync with the flowing direction of the airflow, contending against gravity’s pull while moving his body forward in the descent.
The wind roared continuously into his ears, the entire world tilting downward at a peculiar angle.
Yet, like a wingsuit flyer, Fang Cheng, calmly and collectedly following the wind direction, glided forward.
His heartbeat sped up dramatically, not from fear but from the excitement of transcending gravity and challenging limits.
It was as if dancing with the wind, Fang Cheng keenly capturing every movement of the airflow, with his strong air-time ability, his body stretched to the maximum, moving lightly in a specific rhythm.
Every time he cleverly adjusted his posture and continued gliding a distance, Fang Cheng increasingly experienced the freedom of breaking free from constraints, enjoying the ultimate thrill of flying.
As he drew a long arc below the cliff and through the dense forest, getting closer to the ground, his body transitioned from a light state to feeling heavy again, and his freefall speed increased rapidly.
Fang Cheng moved his arms gently like wings, trying to embrace the imminent impact with the most perfect posture.
Bang!
Fortunately, the landing force wasn’t too great.
Fang Cheng, following inertia, took a few quick steps forward on the grass to buffer, then stood firmly.
"Phew—"
The breath held in his chest was long exhaled.
Fang Cheng clutched his fists, feeling the sweat in his palms, a product of tension and excitement intertwined.
Calming his mind, he looked at the sports watch he stopped upon landing.
This over thirty meters high jump had surprisingly allowed him to glide for about 7 seconds in the air.
Then turning, he looked up at the cliff he had just jumped from; the distance from the top to his current standing point was clearly 116 meters.