Chapter 235

The first jump, everyone prepared themselves for the adaptation.

But reality made everyone feel the uncontrollability of six thousand meters; without full gear, the extreme altitude, temperature, and oxygen alone would be enough to drive one to despair.

The first to land was Winster of France's Sky Club, who touched down far from the target point; staff were ready and quickly measured his position using electronic locking devices. Soon, his score appeared on the big screen.

France's Sky Club, Winster, first jump score: 32.48 meters.

This score isn't bad—after all, the off-target zone in the finals is one hundred meters; as long as you don't go off-target, it's a passing score.

Then came Simon of Austria's Red Bull, whose score wasn't any better than Winster's, even worse, at 38.59 meters.

Since it wasn't electronic detection, the scores on the big screen were delayed; spectators on-site or in the livestream could only wait for official announcements to learn the results quickly.

Following that, several athletes' scores clustered around thirty meters; the best was Hugo of Emperor's Crown, who landed at fifteen meters.

At this point, only Qin Yun and Nathan of TEMU remained airborne.

As Nathan descended, his distance from the target center was obvious to anyone with eyes. The problem was Qin Yun—controlled by his parachute, he rapidly closed in on the target center, as if aiming to land directly on it on his first jump.

Almost simultaneously, as Nathan touched the ground, Qin Yun's feet made contact with the earth.

Qin Yun glanced at the target center ahead and knew his score.

"China Changkong Club, Qin Yun, first jump score: 2.32 meters."

The moment the score appeared, the crowd and livestream erupted—uncontested, a massive lead, ten meters ahead of Hugo; even someone with no knowledge of the sport knew the gap was nearly impossible to overcome.

Seeing this score, all competitors couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Hugo murmured: "Guess I'm fighting for second place now."

"Yay… Lord Qin lives forever."

You Jundu and other Changkong Club athletes burst into cheers.

Nie Jun and Jiang Shuangxing embraced excitedly; Zeng Luo's grin threatened to show his teeth.

Host Fabre's eyes lit up; through the microphone, he broadcast to the livestream: "My villa in Hawaii's property deed… seems my name has quietly changed to Qin's."

The crowd roared with laughter.

In truth, Qin Yun didn't need to jump at all—he could've just waited for the others if he hadn't aimed for the target. But clearly, whether for his bet with Fabre or the livestream audience, he'd never choose not to jump.

As the two planes took off again, the second jump officially began.

And this jump, Qin Yun gave no other competitors a chance—when he landed precisely on the target center, everyone knew the champion of the first Red Bull Cup Extreme Precision Skydiving had been born.

He was from China's Changkong Club; his name was Qin Yun.

This first place was beyond dispute—even if the next competitor also landed on the target, they couldn't steal the title unless their first jump surpassed Qin Yun's; otherwise, the championship was locked.

But just look at everyone's second jump scores—you'd know how impossibly hard it was to hit the target center.

Hugo, who had the best first jump, did worse on the second—only 15.58 meters.

Five consecutive jumps passed without anyone entering the ten-meter zone.

Finally, on his sixth jump, Hugo landed at 7.22 meters and chose to lock in that score.

"Qin, you're not human."

Walking up to Qin Yun, Hugo sighed.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Qin Yun shrugged, his gaze fixed on the sky, watching the other competitors.

After a while, more competitors locked their scores and came over to join them as spectators.

Soon, only one athlete remained airborne: Blake, the solo entrant from the Czech Republic.

His best score so far was 56 meters—a gap so vast it was obvious. Yet he hadn't given up; he was fully immersed in the joy of skydiving.

As for scores, Blake clearly no longer cared.

On his eleventh jump, Blake scored 51 meters. This was his final jump; as his figure leapt from the plane, every eye turned to him.

For the first time, Blake felt the weight of the spotlight.

And his final score… 48 meters—his first time entering the fifty-meter zone.

When he detached his parachute and walked back onto the field, he was met with endless cheers and applause, leaving him dazed.

Yet on the other hand, everyone was so thrilled because the award ceremony was finally coming.

After the award ceremony, the long-awaited exhibition match would begin.

Remember, Qin Yun's exhibition event was a ten-thousand-meter high-altitude precision skydive into the Black Throat Abyss.

Red Bull had full confidence in Qin Yun and had already set up cameras around the Black Throat Abyss—from the rim to the bottom—ready to capture every moment if he successfully entered.

At the award ceremony, amid stirring drumbeats, several elders placed a wreath and trophy on Qin Yun.

Then came interviews, photos, group shots—Qin Yun's name and image spread rapidly across global media.

Thus, the first event of the first Red Bull Cup Extreme Precision Skydiving officially ended; tomorrow would bring the other events. But compared to this first event, the others felt more like entertainment than competition.

"Click!"

The top ten posed for a group photo; Red Bull's organizing committee approached Qin Yun, Hugo, and Edmund.

These three were the top three finalists.

"For the afternoon exhibition match, you must now confirm your challenge events."

Edmund said: "I challenge the three-thousand-meter blind navigation precision landing."

The staff froze, confused.

Edmund explained: "Full visual obstruction throughout—landing by bodily sensation alone."

The difficulty was immense; Qin Yun smiled: "If you land on the target with that, you can brag for the rest of your life."

"Hahahaha, that's exactly what I thought."

Hugo considered and said: "I plan to challenge six-thousand-meter parachute deployment, completing a 45-kilometer horizontal drift."

The staff thought this was insane too, but faithfully recorded it, then turned their gaze to Qin Yun.

Though everyone already knew Qin Yun's exhibition was a ten-thousand-meter high-altitude precision skydive, they still needed him to say it aloud.

Just...

Qin Yun said: "I plan to challenge a precision skydive from 13,000 meters altitude, with parachute deployment at six hundred meters, landing in the Black Throat Abyss."

"Alright, then... wait, how many meters?"

The staff member snapped his head up, staring at him in disbelief.

"12,808 meters."

"I asked for the parachute deployment height."

"Six hundred meters."

"OMG, Qin, do you know what you're saying?" The staff member's composure shattered, visibly agitated.

Not just him—Edmund and Hugo beside him were also stunned.

After recovering, Hugo quickly urged: "Qin, altitude isn't the issue, but deployment at six hundred meters is too extreme."

"Yeah, Qin, you really need to think carefully, be more cautious," Edmund also advised.

Qin Yun smiled: "You're professionals—you know that after a certain limit, human freefall speed stops increasing. So if I can deploy at six hundred meters from six thousand meters, I can do it from ten thousand too."

"The logic is sound," Hugo knew that well, but actual experience was different: "I still urge you to reconsider."

Qin Yun didn't mention that deploying at two hundred meters above ground was already impressive—if he did, the event committee would never approve his challenge; it would be tantamount to playing with his life.

Extreme challenges aren't meant to be this extreme!

Looking at the logo on the staff member's uniform, Qin Yun suddenly remembered—Red Bull might not actually be able to.

After the others finished speaking, the staff member said: "Qin, at ten thousand meters, you won't see the Black Throat Abyss. So for a long stretch after leaving the aircraft cabin, you'll be flying blind. By the time you can see it, you may already be far past it."

"No problem. In a challenge performance, what matters most is the performance, isn't it?" Qin Yun patted his shoulder. "Don't worry—my life is precious. I won't gamble it. If I succeed, great. If not, I just fail the challenge."

The others thought about it—so long as he wasn't forcing it, even failure was fine. They'd already proven themselves; they didn't need to prove it again through one stunt. Nothing would be lost.

Indeed, nothing would be lost—for Qin Yun, the only cost of failure was one random system reward.

Then, the staff member submitted the stunt event application.

When the big screen displayed all three stunt events, everyone erupted in excitement.

Whether Edmund's blind-spot precision skydive or Hugo's altitude lateral drift, both were intensely challenging and dazzling. But Qin Yun's ten-thousand-meter jump—now precisely 12,808 meters—with the added deployment height, reignited the excitement in everyone's hearts, which had just begun to settle.