Chapter 254: High-Pressure Abyss (Please help me click for more updates)

Qin Yun's right hand fumbled at his ankle as he muttered, "Everyone knows that a large portion of the human body's bones can be separated. This kind of separation is commonly called dislocation, and the ankle joint is no exception."

Hearing this, the viewers in the livestream instantly lost their composure.

"WTF, is that even human language?"

"Even novels wouldn't dare write it like this."

"666, Qin Ye, your style is off. We're clearly in a normal modern civilized society—how did this turn into a wuxia xuanhuan?"

"OMG, is there a translation issue?"

"holyshit!"

"Can't believe it—dislocating your own ankle, then resetting it yourself. What kind of move is that?"

"How strong does your willpower and control have to be? It's simply inhuman."

After speaking, Qin Yun placed his right hand on his ankle and slowly squatted down, steadying his body.

Then, his right hand and foot exerted force almost simultaneously, twisting the ankle joint out of place. He felt a crisp 'click,' as if bone had struck against bone, and an instant sharp pain shot through him. Under the pressure of some two hundred meters, he immediately felt that pain amplified several times over.

Qin Yun's voice rang out: "I've now successfully dislocated my ankle joint. I need to adjust the angle and space a bit to see if I can pull my foot out of the crack."

Saying so, he adjusted the angle of his foot, gently pushed the ankle bone, and forcibly squeezed out a sliver of space within the jammed stone crevice. Then, following the arc of the crevice, he slowly worked his way outward.

But even with the dislocation, the stone crevice still pinched his ankle from both sides—though fortunately, the angle now allowed some movement.

Enduring the sharp pain, Qin Yun quickly pulled his entire foot out of the crevice. Then, holding the fin in his left hand, he pushed upward with both hands, and his whole body continued swimming forward along the water channel.

In the camera, Qin Yun's body burst 'poof' out of the silt.

Immediately, the man in the frame extended his right foot toward the camera.

"Look, this is what a dislocated ankle looks like."

Although covered by the wetsuit pants, the obvious misalignment at the ankle was plain to see—very awkward.

"Holy crap, Qin Ye is that ruthless even to himself."

"He really can bring himself to do it."

"Awesome!"

"Ultraman gifted the streamer ten carnivals—Qin Ye is mighty."

"One Night Ten Times gifted the streamer ten carnivals—nobody can outdo Qin Ye."

"……"

For a moment, gifts flooded the livestream chat once again.

Qin Yun displayed it briefly, then placed his right hand back on the ankle joint, gently channeled force, and with a soft 'clack,' the dislocated ankle snapped precisely back into its socket.

He moved his ankle to test it—apart from a slight odd sensation, it no longer hurt.

"Mm, aside from a little abrasion, there's nothing else, and that bit of wear is nothing at all."

Qin Yun looked back behind him. The silt had filled his field of view, blocking the water channel entrance. By now, four hours had already passed. No matter how much he conserved, this air tank wouldn't last more than ten hours at most, so he had to pick up the pace.

Continuing along the water channel, the second layer's maze was a dense tangle of branches. Often, one water channel would lead to seven or eight cave branches. If not for his spatial memory and sonar equipment scouting the way, he would have gotten lost long ago after several consecutive branch choices.

Many caves were dead ends—go in and you have to come back.

Many other caves, though interconnected, essentially looped back to the original path, so he had to reselect and adjust his direction.

In the second-layer maze, he was like a trapped ant, constantly trial-and-erroring.

Not until he passed through a cave and a tremendous pressure came rushing at him did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"In the second-layer maze, I spent over half an hour. Current depth is 259 meters, still nearly a hundred meters from my target depth."

"Data shows this underground maze has three layers, each more complex than the last. Especially the third layer—more water channel branches, and with undercurrents surging, one careless moment and you could get swept away."

After speaking, Qin Yun kicked his feet and his whole body continued diving downward.

"Damn, feels like being in outer space. So eerie."

"Wouldn't even call it the Nine Hells."

"So scary—Qin Ye isn't afraid?"

"Shivering here. What if some giant beast pops out down there? Can't even imagine it."

"Bro upstairs, watch fewer of those crappy American movies. Trust science—how could there be a giant beast in an environment like this?"

"But Qin Ye is really tough. At this depth, I've heard HPNS symptoms start showing, but Qin Ye shows absolutely no reaction."

"What's HPNS?"

"High-Pressure Neurological Syndrome. Under high pressure, the body has abnormal reactions—early on, you get tingling in the fingertips, muscle twitching, dizziness."

"Sounds a bit scary."

Soon, Qin Yun appeared at the entrance to the third-layer maze. As expected, the water channel branches here were indeed that complicated—the openings ahead gaped one after another, a cave entrance every few meters.

The rough, coarse rock surface looked like honeycomb briquettes. Here, not even a single water plant remained; the color palette was as simple as a black-and-white film.

Moreover, the cave spaces here had grown much narrower, the rock walls' grooves deeper, visibility lower. Even with the searchlight, visibility was less than three meters.

He touched the rock wall and easily pried off a chunk, then crushed it between his fingers into gravel with a single squeeze.

"The rock walls here are very fragile—one careless move could trigger a collapse, rubble would come tumbling down and bury me." Qin Yun said calmly, scanning the entire entrance area and constructing it in his mind.

Only then did he pick a crevice and slip inside.

His hand gripped the guide rope. Since it wasn't fixed, the guide rope was currently pressed against the upper part of the rock wall. After he'd moved forward some ten-plus meters, a faint 'crack' suddenly came from the rock wall behind him.

Qin Yun's heart skipped a beat. He immediately stopped moving, turned his body to look back, and saw that a few chunks of rubble had peeled off from the top of the rock wall not far behind him—right where the guide rope had brushed past.

A chill ran through his heart; a bad premonition rose.

"It won't collapse, will it?"

The words had barely fallen when that section of rock wall suddenly went 'crack'—a fissure spread straight out, scaring Qin Yun into quickly turning around and speeding up.

And that movement of his only accelerated the collapse.

"Crash—!"

Stones fell directly, layer upon layer; wherever the guide rope passed, the cliff face collapsed outright, tumbling toward Qin Yun.

One drone, caught off guard, had no time to dodge and was buried instantly.

Watching this, everyone turned pale with fear.

"Fuck, we're fucked."

"It's collapsing—what do we do?"

"Qin Ye, swim fast—don't let the rocks hit you."

"If you're buried, you're dead for sure."

Qin Yun was panicked too—he swam frantically, spotted a cave ahead, and dove in without hesitation; then suddenly his hand went slack—the guide rope broke again.

But luckily, the collapse was confined to that one spot and did not spread further.

If the entire third level of the maze had collapsed, he would truly be at the mercy of fate.

"Phew, bad luck—but the cliff walls here are just too fragile; a light touch makes them crumble. I bet before long, this third level of the maze will collapse entirely and cease to exist."

As he spoke, he pressed onward, weaving through one cave after another, one branch after another—for a full hour he moved through them all. Both ordinary netizens and professionals were stunned by the maze's complexity.

No one could recall how many cave passages Qin Yun had passed through or how far he'd traveled; all they knew was that he kept switching between waterway branches, back and forth, making everyone dizzy.

"Damn, does Qin Ye even remember the way?"

"I'm seriously doubting whether Qin Ye can get back out."

"At the current oxygen flow rate, the tank will be exhausted in four and a half hours."

"I'm starting to feel nervous."

Not just them—even the staff at the pit entrance were growing anxious.

Especially Wei Heng and Lu Sicheng, because according to their experience, the best course now was to return immediately.

But every time they urged him over the comms, Qin Yun insisted not to worry—he remembered the way back.

And if anyone was the most tense, it was definitely Su Huan.

Yet on the surface, she sat quietly in her chair, showing no sign of disturbance—how could she voice the turmoil inside her?

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