Chapter 237: 600 meters? 200 meters?

"Whoa—!"

Qin Yun plunged into the cloud layer, his vision filled with nothing but blinding white, visibility reduced to just a few meters.

But the next moment, his body burst out of the cloud layer again.

The extreme cold affected him little; his exceptional Sherpa adaptability meant the only abnormal sensation he felt was air pressure—the crushing weight of the ultra-low pressure was unmistakable, yet his formidable physique let him ignore it entirely.

In the blink of an eye, his speed reached its limit: 415 km/h. Beyond this, further acceleration was nearly impossible—unless there was no atmosphere.

The camera on the distant hot air balloon locked tightly onto Qin Yun, watching him plummet like a meteor; the sheer intensity of the scene made Fabre forget the throbbing pain in his head and the discomfort in his eyes.

"Jesus, Qin is like a meteor crashing into Earth—utterly breathtaking."

It was breathtaking. If this footage were projected onto a giant screen, with the camera gently shaking and special effects added to show air being torn apart above his head, it would be absolutely perfect.

Qin Yun glanced at the instrument on his wrist; all his gear was sponsored, top-tier international equipment—the screen showed his altitude at over 8,000 meters, speed at 414 km/h.

Converted, that's 115 m/s—this was his terminal velocity at this weight; to go faster, he'd need to increase mass or reduce air.

But as altitude dropped, the air grew denser, and speed began to decrease; by around 6,000 meters, it had slowed to 90 m/s—still incredibly fast.

At this point, he had already spotted the location of the Black Throat Abyss.

The giant screen also displayed the distance between Qin Yun and the Black Throat Abyss: a staggering 3,000 meters. This offset seemed hopeless—everyone believed correcting his trajectory under these conditions was too difficult, nearly impossible.

Yet after assessing his position, Qin Yun immediately spread his limbs, rapidly adjusting direction and tilt angle.

"Sss… at this speed, correction is only possible if Qin deploys his parachute early," Hugo, experienced as he was, judged and shook his head.

The Changkong Club members sighed—Nie Jun said: "Hard."

Su Huan clenched her fists, silent, eyes fixed on the screen.

At 90 m/s, six thousand meters would be covered in less than a minute; correcting position under such conditions was unimaginably difficult.

Qin Yun felt some pressure, but not from this—he was focused on the timing of parachute deployment.

He had to open his parachute at exactly 200 meters above ground—if his position wasn't perfectly aligned, he'd smash directly into the earth, dying in the most horrific way possible.

Seconds ticked by; everyone held their breath.

When altitude dropped to just over 2,000 meters, everyone silently screamed inside: Deploy! Deploy! But the figure on screen remained motionless.

Fabre, now more comfortable in the hot air balloon, said: "Qin is rapidly closing in on the Black Throat Abyss—the lateral distance is now under 200 meters, but altitude is only 2,000 meters."

"Normally, deploying at 600 meters makes entering the Black Throat Abyss extremely difficult. Let's hope for a miracle."

1,800 meters… 1,500 meters… 1,300 meters…

The giant screen's altitude reading plummeted; the crowd fell utterly silent—some had begun praying.

Zeng Luo's face was tense, fists clenched tight, sweat beading on his forehead.

Compared to them, Su Huan looked calmer—yet her clenched teeth betrayed her inner turmoil.

When altitude dropped to 1,000 meters, Qin Yun still had over 80 meters to go to reach the Black Throat Abyss. Under normal conditions, covering 80 meters horizontally at 400 meters altitude was as hard as climbing to heaven.

Everyone believed Qin Yun's challenge had failed.

They waited only for him to deploy his parachute at 600 meters, then end the attempt.

But as altitude continued falling, when the screen read 600 meters, the man still did not deploy his parachute—everyone was utterly stunned.

Fabre's voice trembled with shock: "OMG, what's wrong with Qin? Why isn't he deploying? Six hundred meters is the absolute limit—if he doesn't deploy now, he's done!"

"Jesus, unbelievable—Qin's going to die on impact."

"Holy shit!"

"Qin Ye, what the hell is going on?"

"Why isn't Qin Ye deploying? What's happening?"

Su Huan, Zeng Luo, all Changkong Club members turned pale with horror. At this moment, every viewer watching the livestream was panicked.

In the blink of an eye, altitude dropped to 500 meters—still no parachute.

Red Bull's official team all looked grim.

If the champion of the first Red Bull Cup died live on camera, the entire event would be ruined.

Cut the signal?

No!

400 meters!

The ground drew closer; every spectator in the crowd showed terror, as if they already saw Qin Yun smashed into pulp.

300 meters!

Qin Yun exhaled—he'd finally aligned his position. He was now directly above the Black Throat Abyss, just at its edge, enough to avoid a fatal impact.

This freefall, though seemingly simple, had fully deployed his precision skydiving skills—every movement, every adjustment, meticulously calculated. One tiny error, and he'd veer off course, ruining everything.

Hugo and Edmund stared in horror, hands over their faces, eyes wide with dread.

At this moment, no one believed Qin Yun could survive—even if he deployed now, at this height, it would be useless.

But just then, Fabre's excited voice suddenly rang out across the entire venue.

"I get it! I get it!"

As he spoke, Qin Yun descended another hundred meters—and at the instant altitude hit 200 meters, a brilliant yellow shape suddenly unfurled.

Fabre's voice continued: "The absolute limit for parachute deployment is 600 meters. Qin is now 200 meters above ground—but everyone forgot the Black Throat Abyss's depth is 400 meters. Combined, that's exactly 600 meters. If Qin can precisely jump into the Black Throat Abyss, he'll meet the absolute deployment limit."

"Boom—!"

Fabre's words blasted through the livestream to the world—everyone was stunned.

"Holy shit!"

"Fuck, that's terrifying."

"Unmatched courage and skill."

"Qin Ye is a god among men."

"Bo Lang Ge sent the streamer..."

"Feng Liu Jie sent the streamer..."

"Chen..."

At this moment, seeing Qin Yun open his parachute and hearing Faber's commentary, gifts flooded the four live streams, and the atmosphere surged to its peak.

Qin Yun manipulated the ropes, adjusting his direction; his focus remained taut, and under countless eyes, he and the parachute slowly vanished into the Black Throat Abyss.

The official team, prepared in advance, immediately switched the camera to inside the abyss.

Qin Yun's speed gradually slowed; the four-hundred-meter distance slipped away silently. The instant he landed steadily, countless swifts burst forth from within the abyss, as if Qin Yun's arrival had startled these native inhabitants.

Or as if celebrating Qin Yun's success.

Qin Yun unfastened his parachute and looked toward the camera already set up here; at last, a smile appeared on his face.

"Friends, I made it. Though it was perilous, the outcome is perfect. I, Qin Yun, have successfully entered the Black Throat Abyss via a pinpoint parachute jump from 13,000 meters."

On-site, the giant screen broadcast Qin Yun's handsome face live to the entire world, and at this very moment, his achievement, this feat, became known to countless people.

At this moment, applause from the crowd thundered to the heavens; the official team and the Sky Club, now relieved, realized their backs were drenched in sweat.

The Red Bull team, who had kept the livestream running, felt this gamble had paid off.

Su Huan, after exhaling a sigh of relief, found her legs weak; she sat down beside her and could not rise for a long time.

The instant Qin Yun finished speaking, the system's notification sounded.

【Check-in task completed. Received random reward: Spatial Memory +1】

【Spatial Memory LV1: Instant recall is merely the entry, spatial reconstruction is merely the foundation】