Chapter 254: High-Pressure Abyss (Please Help Me Click

Qin Yun felt around his ankle with his right hand and muttered, "Everyone knows that a large portion of the human skeleton can separate—this is commonly called dislocation, and the ankle joint is no exception."

Upon hearing this, the livestream viewers instantly lost their composure.

"Holy shit, is this even human speech?"

"Even novels wouldn't dare write this."

"666, Qin Ye, your vibe is all wrong—we're in a modern civilized society, not some wuxia fantasy."

"OMG, is the translation broken?"

"holyshit!"

"Unbelievable—dislocating his own ankle and resetting it? What kind of move is this?"

"What kind of willpower and control does that require? It's inhuman."

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

Then, his hand and foot exerted force simultaneously, twisting the ankle joint out of place with a sharp "crack"—like bone striking bone—followed instantly by searing pain. Under the pressure of over two hundred meters, the pain multiplied manyfold.

Qin Yun's voice came again: "I've successfully dislocated my ankle. Now I need to adjust the angle and space to see if I can pull my foot free from the crack."

He shifted the angle of his foot, gently nudging the ankle bones, forcing a sliver of space into the jammed rock fissure. Then, following the curve of the crack, he slowly pulled his foot outward.

Even dislocated, the rock still pinched his ankle, but at least now he could move it.

Enduring the agony, Qin Yun swiftly yanked his entire foot free, then gripped his fin with his left hand and pulled upward with both arms, propelling himself forward through the waterway.

On camera, Qin Yun's body burst out of the mud with a "plop."

Immediately, the man extended his right foot toward the lens.

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

Though obscured by his wetsuit, the obvious misalignment of the ankle was unmistakable and grotesque.

"Woni ma, Qin Ye is brutal even on himself."

"He really goes all in."

"Insane!"

"Ultraman gifts the streamer ten Carnival gifts—Qin Ye is mighty."

"Yiye Shici Lang gifts the streamer ten Carnival gifts—nobody else, only Qin Ye."

"..."

Instantly, the livestream was flooded with gifts again.

Qin Yun displayed his ankle, placed his right hand back on the joint, and applied gentle pressure—there was a soft "click," and the dislocated ankle snapped precisely back into place.

He moved his ankle slightly; apart from a faint abnormal sensation, the pain was gone.

"Hmm, aside from minor abrasion, there are no other issues—and this abrasion is negligible."

Qin Yun turned to look behind him; the mud filled his vision, blocking the waterway entrance. Four hours had passed. Even with maximum conservation, his air tank wouldn't last more than ten hours—he had to speed up.

Continuing along the waterway, the second layer's labyrinth was packed with branches—each passage led to seven or eight cave splits. Had he not possessed spatial memory and sonar equipment, he would have been hopelessly lost after just a few choices.

Many caves were dead ends—he had to retrace his steps.

Others, though interconnected, merely looped back on the same path, forcing him to reselect and adjust direction.

In the second layer's labyrinth, he was like an ant trapped in a maze, endlessly testing and failing.

Until he passed through one cave and was hit by a crushing pressure—he finally exhaled.

"In the second layer, I spent over half an hour. Current depth: 259 meters. I still have nearly a hundred meters to reach my target."

"Data shows this underground labyrinth has three layers, each more complex than the last—especially the third. Water branches multiply, and strong undercurrents swirl; one misstep and you'll be swept away."

Qin Yun kicked his feet and descended further.

"Fucking hell, it feels like outer space—creepy."

"Not even the Nine Heavens' Hell could be worse."

"Too terrifying—doesn't Qin Ye get scared?"

"Shivering here—if some giant beast pops out below, I can't even imagine."

"Bro above, stop watching those stupid American movies—believe in science. How could a giant beast exist in this environment?"

"Still, Qin Ye is truly strong. At this depth, HPNS symptoms should appear, but he shows zero reaction."

"What's HPNS?"

"High-Pressure Neurological Syndrome. Under extreme pressure, the body exhibits abnormal reactions: numb fingertips, muscle spasms, dizziness."

"Sounds pretty scary."

Soon, Qin Yun reached the entrance of the third layer's labyrinth. The water branches were as complex as predicted—each opening was wide and inviting, with a cave entrance every few meters.

The rough rock surface resembled a beehive. Here, not even a single water plant remained; the colors were as stark as a black-and-white film.

Moreover, the cave spaces had narrowed considerably, the rock walls were deeply grooved, and visibility dropped further. Even under the spotlight, visibility was less than three meters.

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

"The rock here is fragile. One wrong move could trigger a collapse—rocks would fall and bury me." Qin Yun spoke calmly, scanning the entire entrance with his eyes, reconstructing it in his mind.

Then he chose a fissure and slipped inside.

He held the guide rope, which, since it wasn't anchored, now lay along the ceiling of the rock wall. After advancing about ten meters, a faint "crack" echoed from behind him.

Qin Yun froze instantly, twisted his body to look back—several fragments had broken loose from the ceiling directly above where the guide rope had passed.

His heart tightened. A bad feeling surged.

"Is it going to collapse?"

No sooner had he spoken than the rock wall cracked loudly—a fissure spread rapidly. Qin Yun spun around and surged forward.

His movement accelerated the collapse.

"Whoosh—!"

Rocks tumbled down, layer after layer. Wherever the guide rope had brushed, the rock wall collapsed toward Qin Yun.

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

Watching this, everyone turned pale.

"Holy shit, we're fucked."

"Collapse! What do we do?"

"Qin Ye, swim faster—don't let rocks hit you!"

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

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

Fortunately, the collapse was limited to that one spot—it hadn't spread further.

If the entire third layer had collapsed, he'd be at the mercy of fate.

"Phew, bad luck—but the rock here is just too fragile. A light touch makes it crumble. I bet this third layer will collapse entirely soon—gone forever."

As he spoke, he pressed forward, navigating one cave after another, one branch after another—for a full hour he moved through them. Both ordinary viewers and professionals were stunned by the labyrinth's complexity.

No one could count how many caves or how far he'd traveled—only that Qin Yun kept switching between waterways, back and forth, dizzying everyone.

"Fucking hell, does Qin Ye even remember the way?"

"I seriously doubt Qin Ye can get out."

"At current air consumption, he has four and a half hours left."

"I'm getting nervous."

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

Especially Wei Heng and Lu Sicheng. Based on their experience, the best move was to return immediately.

But every time they urged him over comms, Qin Yun replied: "Don't worry—I remember the way back."

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

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

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