Chapter 232: Four Thousand Meters Is No Different Than Two Thousand for Me

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

Although he's a professional athlete, this isn't a game like PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds where you can easily control your parachute's direction and land exactly where you want. In reality, his probability of hitting the target has 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 anywhere. Now, at least, there was still a slim chance of scoring, though the hope was extremely faint.

And as expected, Jide landed over thirty meters away from the target center, ultimately failing to correct his trajectory.

Not just him—every subsequent competitor who jumped also missed the target.

Yet even under these conditions, two athletes 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 now held a massive advantage; barring surprises, they would be the two to advance.

The semifinals don't involve five consecutive jumps because the altitude makes five straight jumps too physically taxing. Instead, each group jumps once, then the next group goes, then the next, and so on.

After each jump, rankings are updated.

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

First place, USA TEMU Club, Sangis Bell, 4. 2 meters from the center point

Second place, British Royal Club, Ryan Vicks, 4. 8 meters from the center point

……

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

"Shu Han, if the wind is strong, when you exit the cabin, cross your arms, tuck your legs in, and minimize your surface area exposed to the air. Don't make any unnecessary movements—wait until you're stable before deploying your chute. 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 heart surge—her earlier tension eased considerably.

"I understand, Master Qin."

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

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

Qin Yun thought to himself: How the hell would I know? Normal performance would be barely enough. But today's wind is far stronger than usual—who knows what'll happen?

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

The two exchanged glances, both visibly excited.

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 it, Xiao Han!"

"Hanhuan will make it for sure."

"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 said flatly: "You've had enough."

At that 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 in hitting the target? I remember Chinese athletes aren't good at extreme sports—except for Master Qin."

Great, another one of Master Qin's fans.

Shu Han smiled: "I can't compare to Master Qin, 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 athlete exited, Shu Han let go of all her emotions.

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

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

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

Instantly, a fierce gust struck—Shu Han was flung violently outward.

But unlike others who tumbled uncontrollably, Shu Han stabilized far faster—within four or five seconds, her body 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. These forces made adjustments extremely difficult—just as she neared the target, sudden air shifts pushed her off course again.

The constant need to recalibrate and react had become painfully 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 too low.

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

Though she'd expected this result, actually seeing it happen made disappointment unavoidable.

"Sigh… what a shame—she 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. Even top foreign pros missed—how could a domestic athlete possibly hit it?"

"You foreign-worshipping scumbag, get out."

"Don't be jealous—this sport is just naturally better for 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 lifted off. Soon, it would be the fifth group's turn—he handed control of the livestream to Su Huan and went to prepare.

On the other side, the Pharaoh Club's Raul and Sha Lu were sharpening their claws.

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

Sha Lu nodded: "Right. The moment he exits, I'll follow right after—I'll lock onto him tightly."

"Upper-atmosphere turbulence isn't easy to manage. Don't rush the first jump—first, observe what altitude he opens his chute. Our priority is performance," Raul added, "If he hasn't opened by one thousand meters, we ignore him."

"Understood."

As the fifth group's helicopter lifted off, everyone in the livestream erupted in excitement.

"Ha! Finally, Master Qin's first jump! I wonder if he'll hit the bullseye."

"Impossible! Even the best pros only scored around one meter. How could Master Qin possibly outdo them by so much?"

"Heh, you're a hater, aren't you?"

"You have no idea how strong Master Qin is."

Inside the helicopter, the host immediately approached Qin Yun—leaving the first contestant waiting, stunned.

"Fuck, I'm famous too!" he screamed inwardly, powerless to stop it.

"Qin, hi, I'm Daphne. May I interview you?"

Qin Yun smiled: "Daphne, of course."

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

Qin Yun nodded: "Of course. Four thousand meters is no different from two thousand for me—it's all part of my regular training."

He lied without even pausing to think.

Nie Jun glanced at Zeng Luo: "Boss, has Master Qin trained?"

Zeng Luo's lip twitched: "Ask me? Who the hell should I ask?"

Train? If Qin Yun had trained, I'd twist my own head off and kick it like a soccer ball.

"Wow, Qin, you're so confident. Will you join any more survival shows?"

"No," Qin Yun shook his head without hesitation. "But I'll do my own wilderness livestreams—if you're interested, follow my account."

"I've already followed everything," Daphne said, her eyes practically dripping, leaning closer as she spoke. "Qin, you should follow mine too—just search my name. I've already unlocked my private photos for you."

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

Soon, the cabin door opened—the interview ended.

First out was Court from Canada Extreme Club, second was Edru from TEMU, third was Raul from Pharaoh Club, fourth was Qin Yun, fifth was Sha Lu from Pharaoh Club.

Qin Yun waited for Raul to exit, then jumped twenty seconds later.

The wind was indeed strong—he was yanked sideways the instant he left the helicopter. He quickly spread his limbs, adjusted his posture, and within two seconds, his tumbling body stabilized completely.

That speed was far faster than any competitor so far.

"OMG, Qin's body control and adaptability are incredible."

The ground host, watching this, was utterly stunned.

Even laypeople could see how powerful Qin Yun's maneuver was—his effortless control was beyond ordinary human capability.

"Ha, just basic ops for Master Qin."

"These clueless foreigners."

"666, Master Qin remains as powerful as ever."

Zeng Luo clenched his fists, face flushed with excitement. Su Huan, by contrast, remained calm, as if nothing unusual had happened.

After stabilizing and adjusting his direction, Qin Yun began plummeting rapidly, his freefall trajectory aimed straight at the target.

He wasn't just falling—he was flying, so fast the mic picked up the loud "whoosh" of air rushing past.

Raul, who had exited earlier, hadn't even reacted when a shadow descended from afar, swiftly overtaking him. By the time he realized it, it was already too late.

Not just Raul—even Sha Lu, who jumped only five seconds after Qin Yun, couldn't even locate him after stabilizing, let alone lock onto him.

Instantly, both men's faces turned ashen.

Qin Yun didn't care about the two of them; he adjusted his direction and quickly descended from 3500 meters to 3000 meters.

At this altitude, the upper-air turbulence had virtually no effect anymore; his speed had reached a point where he could ignore it entirely.

Calibrated the landing point.

But he still didn't open his parachute.

This made everyone watching the livestream hold their breath.

"This is fucking insane."

"Master Qin looks like he's aiming to crash into Earth."

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

"666, just like Ultraman descending."

"PoLang Sister gifted the streamer…"

Donations flooded the screen; Red Bull's cameras locked tightly onto Qin Yun's body, leaving not a single detail unrecorded.

At this moment, everyone else no longer mattered; all attention was on when Qin Yun would open his parachute, whether he could land on the target, and even whether he could precisely step on the bullseye.

Everyone else? Who cares!

Glancing at his altimeter, as he neared six hundred meters, Qin Yun pulled the cord—the orange-yellow parachute snapped open instantly. He made minute adjustments to his direction, his body descending rapidly at a tilted angle.

"Bang—!"

His feet landed precisely on the bullseye, utterly still; at the same moment, the target monitor beside him displayed the score: 0!

"Boom—!"

It felt as if the entire Saint-Amand town had erupted.

From four thousand meters in the air, he was the first to hit the bullseye—and still the only one.