Chapter 79: Extreme Challenge

"The warm-up's about done, let's get into the real stuff."

Facing the camera, Qin Yun's breathing wasn't the least bit rushed, and his words brimmed with confidence.

Viewers in the comment section felt he was going a bit overboard — that was still just a warm-up?

"If it were me, I'd probably already be done, yet Qin Ye says it's a warm-up."

"You're awesome, you're incredible."

"Qin Ye, bring on something exciting."

"Ye Shen: If the streamer is what I suspect, then for him this really is just a warm-up — why do I feel a little excited now?"

"Professional snowboarder Chen Xue: I'm a pro here taking notes and learning."

Qin Yun paid no more attention to the display screen, sent the drone back to its original position. He drew a deep breath, steadied his breathing, bent his knees slightly, then suddenly pushed off — the board shot forward, racing down the slope.

The speed kept climbing, wind howling in his ears, the snow surface streaking past beneath his feet.

*Boom—! *

He launched himself at just the right spot, body spinning rapidly in the air — one rotation, two, a 720°, a double-twisting spin, the motion fluid and fast. Even mid-air he pulled off a Melon grab, posture elegant and stylish, his hangtime looking extraordinarily long.

The entire sequence was captured by the drone, giving the livestream audience a front-row view. Watching Qin Yun soar into the air, one by one they couldn't help but hold their breath.

The next second, Qin Yun landed solidly, the board cutting cleanly into the snow without the slightest wobble. The moment he touched down, he shifted his center of gravity and flowed straight into a series of carved turns — flawless, not a single mistake.

The livestream room erupted again, comments flooding the screen, gifts pouring in like a tide. The viewer count instantly broke two hundred thousand, setting a new record for the highest concurrent audience in Qin Yun's streaming career.

"Holy crap, Qin Ye is badass."

"Qin Ye, you're about to take off. Setting aside that back-to-back challenge of yours, this alone proves Qin Ye really knows his stuff."

"Tsk tsk, looks stronger than a lot of pro athletes. Qin Ye, what were you doing before this?"

"Professional snowboarder Chen Xue: Definitely stronger than a lot of pros, me included. I can pull it off too, but not with Qin Ye's fluidity, ease, and precision. At Qin Ye's level, I think he could go compete in the Winter Olympics."

"Damn, for real? Then why is Qin Ye still streaming?"

Qin Yun glided on for another stretch, his voice carried through the microphone into the livestream: "This 720° spin into a Melon grab is an intermediate-level technique in snowboarding. The key is nailing the rhythm of two consecutive 360° rotations — you need full power on takeoff and a stable posture. You have to fight the centrifugal force and keep your core tight. Especially the Melon grab — the posture needs to be open, and the grab has to sync up with the rotation."

"Qin Ye, stop talking, even if you explain it I still won't learn it."

"Is this streamer trying to teach us?"

"Hahaha, every single word of Qin Ye's tips I recognize, but string them together and I'm illiterate."

Qin Yun pushed hard with his feet, and his speed climbed once more.

"Brothers, 720° is nothing — it's just the threshold between amateur and pro. At the Winter Olympics, 1980° spins are standard in the finals."

With that, he launched into the air again and flawlessly completed another 720° spin into grab.

"Heh, want to hear what you just said?"

"Amazing, Qin Ye, is there anything you can't do?"

"I've already ordered the same Huanteng board and snow gear as Qin Ye."

"Floor above, even with the same gear as Qin Ye, you don't have Qin Ye's skill."

"That hurts!"

"Now I actually believe Qin Ye's earlier claim about challenging a back-to-back 1980."

"So you didn't believe it before?"

"Who the hell would believe it? It's a move only Su Shen can pull off, and you tell me you're going to challenge it — of course I just took it as you shooting your mouth off."

After pulling off a few more moves of varying difficulty on the slope, Qin Yun carved a huge arc into the snow to brake, then took off his board and pulled the drone in close.

"I think the time is about right. Let's go make good on the big talk I started with — challenging the extreme move of the skiing world, the back-to-back 1980 on a snowboard. Show me your support, hit that follow button, and feel free to grab the lucky red packets."

"Excited, excited, I feel myself getting fired up already."

"Oh my god, streamer, don't mess this up — if it goes wrong, accidents happen."

"I just looked it up specifically — back-to-back 1980 means two consecutive 1980° rotations, a total of 3960° of spin. Globally, only Su Yiming can land it consistently."

"Damn, I get dizzy doing a 360°, 3960° — is this even human?"

"Ye Shen: Too bad I'm not there in person."

"666"

The livestream room was buzzing nonstop, comments and gifts never letting up. With an audience this massive, even just the tips alone amounted to a pretty hefty sum. The sponsorship fees, which had originally been decent, were honestly nothing compared to the gifts.

"Qin Ye, don't be reckless — that move is way too dangerous, it'd be bad if you got hurt."

"Yeah, Qin Ye, no need to go for something that hardcore."

"Professional snowboarder Chen Xue: Qin Ye, you've got real courage. I've tried this move myself — even with full safety gear in place, I still failed. The difficulty is too high, the risk too big. I hope you'll treat it carefully and stay safe."

"Snowboard coach A'Niu (National Level 1 Athlete): Unbelievable. I thought it was just talk, didn't expect you to actually go for it."

"Alpine racing competitor Lin Mo: Just thinking about it feels impossible. In the whole world there's only one Su Shen — something that so many top athletes struggle with, how could it possibly show up on some unknown amateur?"

Qin Yun read the comments and said gratefully, "Thanks for everyone's concern and support. I know this move has a very high difficulty rating and is dangerous, but I want to push my own limits, and I want to show you all just how big the charm of skiing really is. Please rest assured, I'll prepare thoroughly, stay safe, and do my best to complete this challenge."

"Bo Lang Ge gifted the streamer ten Carnivals — Qin Ye, go for it."

"Feng Liu Jie gifted the streamer ten Carnivals — Qin Ye, go for it."

"Ultraman gifted…"

A string of Carnivals floated by, stunning the vast majority of viewers. One Carnival is three thousand yuan, ten is thirty thousand — and that was just one of countless thirty-thousands..

Some sour, twisted netizens ranted: The state should ban all these influencer streamers. No values, corrupting kids. No wonder everyone flocks to self-media these days — who's going to do the real economy in the future?

"Total idiot, assessment complete."

"If you could make money in this line of work, I'd bet you'd be more eager than anyone."

"Moron! Classic sour grapes."

Qin Yun ignored the haters. Carrying his board, he walked up along the corridor, saying as he went, "Thanks for the gifts, I won't thank each of you one by one — there really are too many. You guys are making me feel like I've made enough to retire."

"Hahaha, Qin Ye, stop messing around."

"Qin Ye, you were born to eat from this bowl."

"This popularity is insane — even those big streamers with tens of millions of fans aren't as badass as you."

"Qin Ye, how many followers do you have now? Broken ten million yet?"

"Broke it ages ago. I checked — already twelve million, and still climbing online."

"Badass!"

Quickly, during the chat, Qin Yun returned once more to the start of the slope. His feet stood parallel on the snowboard, his body slightly crouched, his core tightened, his arms hanging naturally, lightly resting against either side of his body.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind replayed every single movement of the back-to-back 1980. The skiing skill the system had granted him flowed through his limbs like instinct.

The takeoff's point of force, the speed of the spin, the timing of the grab, the landing's cushioning, and the connecting rhythm of the second takeoff — every detail was as clear as if carved into his mind, without the slightest deviation.

At that moment, the livestream fell silent. Everyone held their breath, as if afraid of disturbing Qin Yun.

At the Hengdian Tianyun Mountain Legend crew, Zhao Liying and Xiao Zhan, who had just finished filming their scenes, hurried off to one side. Each opened their phone, and when they saw the number of viewers in the livestream, they both clicked their tongues in amazement.

They realized they had still underestimated this man's influence.

Zhao Liying considered her follower count on Douyin to be top-tier. She had the confidence that her livestreams would exceed 100,000+ viewers, but she couldn't guarantee every single stream would be like that.

Celebrities actually need more of a sense of mystery, a sense of distance — once that's gone, everyone just takes it for granted.

The same went for Xiao Zhan.

The two quickly cast aside these stray thoughts, their attention falling on the man on the screen.

"What are you two looking at?"

Director Lü's voice suddenly rang out beside them.

"Don't talk!"

The two speaking in unison instantly left Director Lü deflated, but there was nothing he could do. He leaned over to look, thinking, Isn't it just skiing? What's there to watch? Did the Winter Olympics start again? Isn't it only October?

The calm within let Qin Yun's mind be free of distractions. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with resolve. Those eyes, after the drone deliberately closed the distance, were startlingly bright. He drew a deep breath, exerted slight force under his feet, and the snowboard began to glide slowly, moving gradually down the slope.

In the drone's view, the snow surface flashed past beneath Qin Yun's feet, kicking up fine snow dust that splashed onto the cuffs of his ski pants, leaving faint traces.

As the jump grew closer, Qin Yun knew the moment had come. He abruptly tightened his core, crouched his body, brought the pressure on his knees to the extreme, gathered all the strength in his body into his legs, his back foot pressed hard on the tail of the board. Borrowing the powerful elasticity of the Joyful Snowboard, his body the instant it left the jump launched into the air — like an eagle breaking free of its bonds, soaring mightily into the sky.

The instant he took off, his body tilted slightly forward, his arms quickly drew in tight against either side of his body, and at the same time he exerted force to drive his body into rotation, beginning the first 1980° spin.

Zhao Yajun controlled the secondary drone, locking onto the full panoramic shot, while another primary drone captured every one of his movements from a closer distance, and the action camera on his head presented the whole process from a first-person perspective.

His body spun rapidly through the air, precisely gripping the board's edge, so fast that only a blurred figure remained. First rotation, second rotation, third rotation — the spin was fluid and fast, without the slightest hitch. The airborne snow dust was stirred by his spinning figure, forming a small whirlwind, spectacular to behold.

Fourth rotation, fifth rotation, five and a half — the instant the 1980° was completed, he precisely controlled the amplitude of the spin, keeping his core tightened throughout, and then landed steadily.

"Holy shit, he took off — Qin Ye's flying!"

"The spin speed is so fast — doesn't Qin Ye get dizzy?"

"One rotation, two rotations… five and a half! The first spin is about to be completed!"

"Badass! Qin Ye is badass!"

The bullet comments boiled over the instant Qin Yun took off, and everyone's breath seemed to ease at the same moment.

But no one got distracted — because back-to-back meant he still had to complete the second one. Two in a row was the core difficulty of the move.

Qin Yun spread his arms, adjusted his body's posture, let the edge of the board precisely cut into the snow surface, producing a faint mist of snow, then his body rode the momentum and rose again. Relying on his peak muscle memory and center-of-gravity control, his speed did not drop in the slightest, and the second jump was right before his eyes.

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