Chapter 234: The Champion Is as Easy as Reaching into a Pouch (1)

After three days, the official announcement and explanation from the authorities in conjunction with local police finally arrived.

Sharou and Raoul admitted their actions, and the evidence was overwhelming and irrefutable. Red Bull erupted in fury, notified all international skydiving associations, banned all members of the Pharaoh Club, and urged the Egyptian authorities to immediately arrest those involved.

As for Sharou and Raoul, they were directly detained by French authorities pending trial; they faced years, even over a decade, of imprisonment—their lives were effectively over.

But for Qin Yun, Red Bull was not the main issue—the real key was that the state had stepped in.

In the diplomatic sphere, China directly submitted a formal recall to the Egyptian embassy in China, issued a stern demarche to Egypt's foreign affairs official, delivered a forceful rebuttal, and set a deadline for Egypt to release its investigation results. Meanwhile, China began tightening approvals for China-Egypt cultural and tourism cooperation and other measures.

Qin Yun's personal matter had escalated to an international diplomatic level.

His name, previously known only in extreme sports circles, now appeared on the international stage, causing a massive uproar. People in China who had never paid attention to this field had unknowingly learned of Qin Yun's existence.

Or rather, many had merely heard of him but didn't understand him—until this incident prompted them to actively search for and learn about him.

Three days later, the finals of the first Red Bull Cup Extreme Dingdian Skydiving Championship officially began.

First place: China Changkong Club, Qin Yun; second place: UK Royal Club, Hugo; third place: USA TEMU Club, Nathan; fourth place: Austria Red Bull Club, Griffin; fifth place: Australia Cyberpunk, Edmund; sixth place: France Sky Club, Winster; seventh place: Austria Red Bull Club, Simon; eighth place: UK Royal Club, Raphael; ninth place: Canada Extreme Sports Club, Court; tenth place: Czech Republic, Black.

Of the ten, the first nine all competed under club names; only the tenth, Black from the Czech Republic, was an individual competitor.

According to interviews, he was purely an amateur with no club affiliation, yet he stumbled his way into the finals—undeniably a legend.

All ten were men; not a single woman among them.

This also indirectly revealed the vast gender gap in this sport.

Only ten competitors remained; each could perform up to twelve jumps, with the best result counted. If someone landed on the bullseye on the first jump, they could skip the remaining eleven. But at six thousand meters, hitting the bullseye was virtually impossible.

Humans are not birds; in midair, one can only roughly adjust direction using a parachute, never with fine precision.

As for scoring, the finals replaced electronic target points with manual and electronic locking systems.

Early that morning, the two flushed-faced individuals emerged from their room, met up with Changkong Club members, and headed to the finals venue. The atmosphere today was far livelier than during the preliminaries or semifinals. Media reporters from around the world seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, with broadcast vans everywhere.

The two held hands tightly; the affection between them was obvious to even the dumbest observer.

"Boss Qin, knock them out in one jump," Zeng Luo said, his spirits high and mood excellent.

As Changkong Club's reputation grew, he'd received numerous international collaboration offers recently. But he knew it was all because of Qin Yun—without Qin Yun, Changkong Club would still be just a second-rate club internationally.

"Yeah, Boss Qin, show these foreigners what Chinese people are made of."

Nie Jun, Jiang Shuangxing, and the others were thrilled—they'd never before seen a Chinese competitor dominate the finals so overwhelmingly.

"Hahahaha, don't worry—we'll bring back the first Red Bull Cup trophy for Changkong Club!"

When the group arrived at the venue, the big screen was looping footage of the ten competitors' preliminaries and semifinals. Online, the top five most talked-about competitors, besides Qin Yun, were Hugo of Royal Club, Dupont of TEMU, Griffin of Red Bull, and Court of Extreme Sports.

Each of these four had an extremely impressive resume, having won numerous international titles—on paper, Qin Yun was nothing.

After all, he was just an outdoor streamer, while they were seasoned elites who had honed their craft for years.

Yet now, seeing Changkong Club appear, the broadcast cameras cut to Qin Yun, and each of them felt immense pressure.

Four thousand meters—that terrifying ability to hit the bullseye five times—made everyone feel Qin Yun was a giant looking down on them. The chance of surpassing him was vanishingly small.

Hugo of Royal Club said to Nathan beside him: "Let's pray Qin isn't good at six-thousand-meter jumps."

Nathan rolled his eyes: "Like we're good at it. I only train at this altitude once or twice a year."

Six-thousand-meter Dingdian skydiving was no longer a standard height—it far exceeded normal competition requirements. Previously, official U. . Dingdian skydiving competitions capped out at two thousand meters.

Red Bull had pushed this height to its absolute limit.

At this moment, everyone in Qin Yun's livestream was waiting anxiously, hoping he would snatch the championship from these top-tier athletes—no one believed the title could go to anyone else.

Qin Yun's repeated extreme feats had blindly instilled confidence in everyone.

Hearing the call for registration, Qin Yun kissed Su Huan: "I'm off—keep the livestream going."

Su Huan nodded: "Go ahead, stay safe."

He nodded, fist-bumped Zeng Luo and the others one by one, then stepped onto the field and stood before the host platform with the rest.

Here, all competitors would be interviewed by the host.

Faber today had slicked his hair back, looking energetic.

He had prepared all interview questions in advance, so the process unfolded smoothly, entirely under his control.

"Hugo, how's it going? Do you think you can qualify for the exhibition round?"

Hugo shrugged: "If you mean winning the championship, I have no confidence—but just qualifying for the exhibition round? I think I can manage."

"Hahahaha." Faber understood Hugo's meaning. He turned the microphone toward Qin Yun: "Qin, what about you?"

He expected Qin Yun, as a Chinese, to be modest—after all, that was the international stereotype of Chinese people.

But Qin Yun was clearly different.

"My goal is to land on the bullseye within three jumps."

His voice echoed through the entire venue via speakers; everyone erupted. His opponents stared at Qin Yun with strange expressions.

To call it arrogance? But remembering his four-thousand-meter record, it didn't seem so outrageous—after all, this time he said three jumps, not one.

"OMG, Qin, if you land on the bullseye within three jumps, I'll give you my villa in Hawaii."

Qin Yun smiled: "Fab, get the transfer contract ready."

Their bet sent the atmosphere through the roof—and under this frenzy, the competition officially began.

The ten competitors boarded two planes, ascending to six thousand meters. Each was fully equipped—oxygen, cold-weather gear, helmets—all present, yet even so, some began feeling dizzy at this altitude.

Following the prearranged order, each one exited the aircraft cabin and began their first jump.

For Qin Yun, it was his first time—even his first time ever. But his Master-level Dingdian skydiving skill allowed him to adapt slightly, then instinctively control his body with ease.

The wind howled; the world fell silent. All he saw was like tiny insects. Suspended between heaven and earth, he enjoyed absolute freedom. In this moment, all distractions vanished; every thought disappeared—only transcendent solitude and courage remained.

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