Chapter 237

'Whoa—!'

Qin Yun plunged into the cloud layer, his vision filled entirely with 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 superior Sherpa adaptability meant the only abnormal sensation he felt was air pressure—the crushing force of the ultra-low pressure was noticeable, 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 Faber forget the throbbing pain in his head and the discomfort in his eyes.

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

It was indeed shocking. If this footage were projected onto a giant screen, with the camera gently shaking and special effects added to show the 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, 00 meters, speed at 414 km/h.

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

But as altitude dropped, the air grew denser, and his speed began to decrease. By around 6, 00 meters, it had slowed to 90 m/s—still incredibly fast.

At this point, he spotted the location of the Black Throat Sinkhole.

On the giant screen, the distance between Qin Yun and the Black Throat Sinkhole was displayed: three kilometers. The offset was utterly despairing; everyone believed correcting his trajectory under these conditions was too difficult, nearly impossible.

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

'Sss… at this speed, correction is only possible if Qin opens his parachute early,' Hugo judged, shaking his head.

Nie Jun from the Sky Club sighed: 'Hard.'

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

At 90 m/s, six kilometers would be covered in less than a minute. Correcting position under these 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 slam into the earth—dead, and brutally so.

Seconds ticked by. Everyone held their breath.

When altitude dropped to just over two thousand meters, everyone in their hearts screamed: Open it… open it… but the figure on screen remained motionless.

Faber, inside the hot air balloon, finally felt more comfortable. He said: 'Qin is rapidly closing in on the Black Throat Sinkhole—horizontal distance now under two hundred meters, but altitude is only two thousand meters.'

'Normally, opening the parachute at six hundred meters makes entering the Black Throat Sinkhole extremely difficult. Let's hope for a miracle.'

Altitude on the giant screen plummeted rapidly. The crowd fell 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 reached only 1, 00 meters, Qin Yun still had over eighty meters to go to reach the Black Throat Sinkhole. Under normal conditions, covering eighty meters at four hundred meters altitude was as hard as climbing to heaven.

Everyone believed Qin Yun's challenge had failed.

They waited for him to open his parachute at six hundred meters, then end the attempt.

But as altitude continued to drop, when the screen showed 600 meters, the man still hadn't opened his parachute. Everyone was utterly stunned.

Faber's voice, shocked and trembling: 'OMG, what's wrong with Qin? Why isn't he opening his parachute? Six hundred meters is the absolute limit—if he doesn't open now, he's done!'

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

'Holy shit!'

'Bro Qin, what the hell is going on?'

'Why hasn't Bro Qin opened his parachute? What's happening?'

Su Huan, Zeng Luo, everyone from the Sky Club turned pale with shock. At this moment, every viewer watching the livestream was panicked.

As they spoke, 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 over.

Cut the signal?

No.

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

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

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

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

At this moment, no one believed Qin Yun could survive. Even if he opened his parachute now, at this height, what good would it do?

But then, Faber's excited voice suddenly echoed through the entire venue.

'I get it! I get it!'

As he spoke, Qin Yun descended another hundred meters—and at the instant altitude hit two hundred meters, a flash of bright yellow exploded open.

Faber's voice continued: 'The absolute limit for parachute deployment is six hundred meters. Qin is now two hundred meters above ground—but everyone forgot the Black Throat Sinkhole's depth is four hundred meters. Combined, that's exactly six hundred meters. If Qin can precisely jump into the sinkhole, he'll meet the absolute deployment limit.'

'Boom—!'

Faber's explanation broadcast worldwide. Everyone was stunned.

'Holy shit!'

'Fuck, that's terrifying.'

'Unmatched courage and skill.'

'Bro Qin is a god.'

'PolaLang sent a gift to the streamer…'

'Fengliu sent a gift to the streamer…'

'Chen…'

At this moment, seeing Qin Yun's parachute open and hearing Faber's explanation, gifts flooded the four livestreams—the atmosphere reached its peak.

Qin Yun manipulated the risers, adjusting direction. His focus remained razor-tight. Under countless eyes, he and his parachute slowly vanished into the Black Throat Sinkhole.

The official team, prepared in advance, instantly switched the camera to inside the sinkhole.

Qin Yun's speed slowed gently. The four hundred meters passed silently. The instant he landed steadily, countless swiftlets burst from the sinkhole—as if his arrival had startled its native inhabitants.

Or perhaps, celebrating his success.

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

'Friends, I made it. It was close—but the outcome is perfect. I, Qin Yun, performed a precision skydive from thirteen thousand meters and successfully entered the Black Throat Sinkhole.'

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

In the venue, applause thundered to the heavens. The relieved official team and Sky Club only now realized their backs were soaked in sweat.

Red Bull's official team, who had kept the livestream running, felt they'd won the gamble.

Su Huan, after exhaling, felt her legs go weak. She sat down, unable to stand for a long time.

The moment Qin Yun finished speaking, the system alert chimed.

【Check-in task completed. Reward received: Spatial Memory +1】

【Spatial Memory LV1: Instant recall is just the beginning; spatial reconstruction is merely basic】