Chapter 232: Four Kilometers Is No Different Than Two Kilometers to Me

Seeing Jiede open his parachute at two thousand meters, Qin Yun knew he had no chance whatsoever.

Although he was a professional athlete, this wasn't some battle royale game where you could casually steer your parachute wherever you wanted— in reality, his probability of hitting the target had dropped to near zero.

But there was no choice—he'd drifted too far off course; if he hadn't opened his chute early, he might have ended up god-knows-where. Opening it now still gave him a slim chance of scoring, though the hope was extremely faint.

And as expected, Jiede landed a full thirty meters away from the target center—he still couldn't reverse the situation.

Not just him—every subsequent competitor who jumped one after another all missed the target.

Yet even under these conditions, two competitors still hit the target: one from the TEMU Club, the other from the British Royal Club. Though both barely scraped in, compared to everyone else's zero scores, they already held a massive advantage—barring accidents, these two would be the ones advancing.

The repechage didn't involve five consecutive jumps, because the altitude made five straight jumps far too taxing on the body. So, each group jumped once, then the next group, then the next, and so on.

After each jump, rankings were updated.

As the first group finished, the leaderboard now appeared on the big screen:

First place, USA TEMU Club, Sangjis Bell, 4.82 meters from the center point

Second place, British Royal Club, Ryan Vicks, 4.78 meters from the center point

……

Shu Han was extremely nervous— even top club athletes were only scoring this poorly; she figured she was already done for.

"Shu Han, if the wind is strong, when you exit the cabin, cross your arms, tuck your legs in, minimize your surface area exposed to the air, and make absolutely no unnecessary movements—wait until you're stable before deploying. With today's weather, if you can just hit the target, you still might make it to the finals."

Shu Han, encouraged by Qin Yun, felt her spirits rise, and her earlier nervousness faded considerably.

"I understand, Qin Ye."

Nie Jun and Jiang Shuangxing looked even more nervous than Shu Han.

"Qin Ye, does Xiao Han really have a chance to make the finals?"

Qin Yun thought to himself: How would I know? Normal performance would definitely not be enough. But today's wind is far stronger than usual—who knows what might happen?

Still, outwardly he said: "Of course. Shu Han's skill is solid. With good luck, her chances of advancing are high."

They exchanged glances, both thrilled.

Only Zeng Luo and Su Huan caught Qin Yun's underlying tone—but neither spoke up; let them have a little hope.

"The third group's helicopter has taken off. Our club's Shu Han is fifth to exit."

Qin Yun said, watching the helicopter rapidly ascend.

"Go get 'em, Xiao Han."

"Hanan will definitely make it."

"Shu Han, don't be nervous—just perform normally."

"I love Xiao Hanhan, don't you dare compete with me."

Watching the chaotic comments section, Qin Yun sighed: "You've had enough."

At this moment, the live stream camera focused on Shu Han—the host, surprised to see a girl, immediately became interested.

"Hello, are you from China?"

Shu Han nodded: "Yes, I'm Shu Han from China's Changkong Club."

"Do you have confidence you'll hit the target? I recall Chinese aren't good at extreme sports—except Qin Ye."

Great, another Qin Ye fan.

Shu Han smiled: "I can't compare to Qin Ye, but I'll give it my all—after all, even top international athletes missed the target."

After interviewing Shu Han, the host moved on to others—she couldn't show favoritism.

Soon, as the cabin door opened and the first competitor exited, Shu Han let go of all her emotions.

"Believe in yourself—Qin Ye said I can do it."

"I'm not worse than them. Just hit the target—that's all."

Pumping herself up, Shu Han stepped to the cabin edge, silently counted a few numbers, then, remembering Qin Yun's advice, curled her body tightly the instant she jumped.

Instantly, a fierce wind slammed into her, hurling her out.

But unlike others who flailed wildly, Shu Han stabilized much faster—within four or five seconds, she was perfectly controlled.

"Good—perfect exit. Now adjust your trajectory using freefall."

Judging the target's position, Shu Han spread her limbs and began adjusting her posture like a flying goose, slowly moving toward the target.

But high-altitude precision skydiving isn't used as a regular competition for a reason.

Shu Han quickly felt the wind speed and pressure affecting her body—this made fine adjustments extremely difficult. Just as she neared the target, sudden air shifts pushed her off course again.

The constant need to recalibrate and react—now it was tangible.

Watching the screen, Qin Yun sighed inwardly.

From his professional perspective, he could tell Shu Han had reached her limit—her chance of hitting the target was far too low.

Minutes later, as Shu Han landed on the ground and saw the target a hundred meters away, her heart sank.

Though this outcome was within her expectations, actually experiencing it made disappointment unavoidable.

"Sigh… too bad, Xiao Han was just a hundred meters off."

"What the hell do you mean 'just'?"

"Don't lose heart, Xiao Han—you've got four more jumps, still a chance."

"Heh, I knew she couldn't do it—foreign elite athletes missed the target, so how could a domestic one possibly hit it?"

"You foreign-worshipping scum, get out."

"Don't be jealous—this sport is just naturally dominated by foreigners."

The comment section erupted in chaos, but Qin Yun glanced at it once and ignored it.

With the third group finished, the fourth group's helicopter began ascending; soon it would be the fifth group's turn. He handed control of the livestream to Su Huan and went to prepare.

Meanwhile, Raul and Sharu of the Pharaoh Club rubbed their hands together, eager to compete.

"I'll control my descent speed." Raul said.

Saru nodded: "Mm, the moment he exits the cabin, I'll follow right out. I'll lock onto him tight."

"High-altitude turbulence isn't that easy to control. No rush on the first jump—the main thing is to see at what altitude he opens his chute. We should still prioritize the score." Raul added, "If he hasn't opened his chute by a thousand meters, we don't need to bother with him."

"Understood."

When the fifth group's helicopter began to ascend, everyone in the livestream chat immediately got excited.

"Haha, finally waiting for Master Qin's first jump. Wonder if he can hit the bullseye."

"Impossible! Even those top experts' best scores are only around 1 meter. No matter how skilled Master Qin is, he can't possibly pull such a huge gap."

"Heh, the poster above is a hater, right?"

"You know nothing of Master Qin's greatness."

Inside the helicopter, the host went straight for Qin Yun first, leaving the contestant waiting in the first slot to be interviewed completely dumbfounded.

"Dammit, I'm pretty famous too!" he roared inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

"Qin, hello, my name is Daphne. May I interview you?"

Qin Yun smiled: "Daphne, of course."

Daphne laughed: "Qin, do you think you can hit the bullseye as smoothly as you did in the preliminaries?"

Qin Yun nodded: "Of course. A four-thousand-meter altitude honestly makes no difference to me compared to two thousand—it's all part of my regular training routine."

He didn't even need to draft his lies.

Nie Jun looked at Zeng Luo: "Boss, has Master Qin ever trained for this?"

Zeng Luo's mouth twitched: "You ask me, who do I ask?"

Trained, my ass. If Qin Yun had ever trained, he'd rip his own head off and let people kick it around like a ball.

"Wow, Qin, you're very confident. Will you be participating in any wilderness survival shows in the future?"

"I won't be." Qin Yun shook his head without hesitation. "However, I'll be doing my own wilderness-style livestreams. If you're interested, you can follow my account."

"I've already followed everything." Daphne's eyes were practically melting as she looked at Qin Yun, even leaning closer as she spoke. "Qin, you can follow my account too. Just search my name and you'll find me. I've already unlocked the access permissions for my private photos for you."

Shu Han glanced at Su Huan's expressionless face and suddenly felt a chill.

Soon, the cabin door opened, and the interview ended.

The first was Kaut from the Canadian Extreme Club, the second was Edlu from Temu, the third was Raul from the Pharaoh Club, the fourth was Qin Yun, and the fifth was Saru from Pharaoh.

Qin Yun waited for Raul to exit the cabin, then after about twenty seconds, leaped down as well.

The wind was indeed strong. The moment he left the helicopter, a tremendous force pulled him flying to one side. He quickly spread his limbs and adjusted his body's position—in just two seconds, his tumbling body instantly stabilized.

This speed was far faster than every contestant so far.

"OMG, Qin's body adjustment and adaptation abilities are just too strong."

The ground host saw this scene and was completely stunned.

Even a layperson could tell how fierce Qin Yun's operation just was—that kind of ease was absolutely beyond what an ordinary person could match.

"Haha, just basic moves for Master Qin."

"These uncultured foreigners."

"666, Master Qin is indeed still as mighty as ever."

Zeng Luo clenched his fists, his face very excited. In contrast, Su Huan looked calm, as if it were nothing.

After Qin Yun stabilized his body and adjusted his direction, he began plummeting rapidly, his entire body in free fall heading toward the target.

Literally flying—the speed was so fast that even through the livestream, the "whoosh whoosh" sound from the microphone could be heard.

Raul, who had exited the cabin one step earlier, didn't even have time to react before a figure descended from afar and swiftly overtook his position. By the time he realized, it was already far too late.

Not to mention Raul—even Saru, who had jumped just five seconds after Qin Yun exited the cabin, had stabilized his body and still had no idea where Qin Yun was. Forget about locking onto him.

For a moment, both men's faces were as ugly as a shoehorn.

Qin Yun couldn't care less about the two of them. After adjusting his direction, he dropped rapidly from 3,500 meters to 3,000 meters.

But at this altitude, the high-altitude turbulence basically had no effect anymore—his speed had reached the point where he could ignore such influences.

He calibrated the landing point.

2,500 meters… 2,000 meters… 1,000 meters…

But he still hadn't opened his chute.

This made everyone watching the livestream hold their breath, one by one.

"That's freaking awesome."

"Master Qin looks like he's heading straight to crash into the earth."

"Hahaha, that's a funny way to put it."

"666, just like Ultraman descending."

"Breaking Wave Lady gifted the streamer…"

Gift rewards flew everywhere. Red Bull's official camera locked tightly onto Qin Yun's body, not missing even a single detail.

At this moment, the others no longer mattered. Everyone was watching when Qin Yun would open his chute, whether he could land on the target, and even whether he could precisely hit the bullseye.

The others? Who cares!

Glancing at the altimeter, at around six hundred meters, Qin Yun gave a pull, and the orange parachute instantly deployed. He quickly fine-tuned his direction, his entire body descending rapidly at a tilted angle.

"Thud—!"

His feet precisely landed on the bullseye, not moving an inch. At the same time, the screen of the nearby target monitor displayed the score: 0!

"Boom—!"

It was as if the entire town of Saint-Amant erupted.

From four thousand meters up, this was the first person to hit the bullseye, and currently the only one.