In the howling wind, Wang Ye stood alone on the summit, slowly spreading his arms.
At this mont, countless pairs of eyes around the world were watching him.
The live stream with millions of viewers, Li Weimin in the hospital gown with fervent eyes, and Ah Gui and his group who just arrived at the base camp, were all staring intently at their phone screens.
Three rescue helicopters hovered at an altitude of 6000 ters diagonally below Wang Ye, their rapidly spinning rotors slicing through the air with a violent "thudding" sound, providing strong lift to the fuselage, while the thick snow layer below was blown into three ring-like depressions.
But without exception, everyone's thoughts were focused on Wang Ye.
Because Wang Ye was about to create a miracle here!
An extre sports miracle!
According to the original plan, he would parachute from the 8848-ter summit of Mount Everest to the glacier at 1000 ters. With a vertical drop exceeding seven thousand ters, it could be said to be the highest altitude fixed-point parachute jump in the world.
Previously, the record for the highest altitude fixed-point parachute jump in the world was held by a Russian man nad Valery Rozov, who, wearing a self-made wing-suit tailored for the Everest environnt that took two years to develop, jumped from 7220 ters on the north side of Everest, free-falling for one minute at a speed of 200 km/h before opening his parachute and landing perfectly on the Rongbu Glacier at an altitude of over 1000 ters.
This ti, Wang Ye would jump from the peak of the world at 8848 ters, a thousand ters higher than Valery Rozov, without any extra equipnt, carrying only a simple cold-weather suit and the main and reserve parachutes in his pack.
It could definitely be called the most dangerous fixed-point jump.
The low-pressure, low-oxygen environnt enough to cause fainting and shock, or the violent level 10 winds, not to ntion the rugged, towering mountain terrain.
Any single factor could be deadly for even the top parachuters.
At this mont, in the live stream chatroom.
Millions, even tens of millions of netizens flocked to witness.
[Witness history!]
[This is a milestone in extre challenges, a small step in humanity's exploration of limits!]
[Wow, when is he going to jump? I'm so anxious!]
[We've waited all night for him to climb Everest, what's a little more ti?]
[Make sure Qi Refining Brother is ready; there can be absolutely no negligence in this situation.]
[Indeed, any slight slip could lead to disaster.]
[Have Qi Refining Brother check his gear again; it's not easy for China to have such an athlete, he cannot afford to have an accident here.]
[Even though I can't watch on-site, I feel like I can truly experience the cold and lack of oxygen; there's a strong sense of heart palpitations hanging in my chest.]
[You're just too nervous; I'm nervous too, just take a few deep breaths.]
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At this very mont.
In Kathmandu Hospital.
Wearing a hospital gown, Li Weimin was watching the live stream with a backup device while calling several people with his main phone and satellite phone. His expression was very grave, chattering, "Pay attention, coordinate with the Douyin platform, keep pushing the live stream, try to have over 20 million viewers online before Wang Ye's official parachute jump! And have the helicopter photographers prepare for multi-angle recording, and be ready for rescue anyti; we have one shot at this, make sure to seize it!"
Under Li Weimin's guidance, logistical staff prepared orderly out of Wang Ye's sight, everyone tensely awaiting the mont Wang Ye would challenge the "Celestial Descent."
And Wang Ye, standing on the peak, after a brief preparation.
Ca to the edge of the summit.
Looking down at the endless mountain ranges below.
At the mont, those mountains at three thousand, five thousand ters seed as small as centipedes in his eyes.
"Hoo—"
Wang Ye took a deep breath, and slowly spoke to the cara on his right shoulder:
"Then, let's begin."
As soon as his words fell, he spread his arms and made a sudden leap, braving the fierce wind to jump over three ters. The snow and rocks underfoot exploded at his step, sending snowflakes and pebbles flying in the wind.
Like an eagle soaring with wings spread wide, there wasn't a hint of fear on his face, only a determined calm in his eyes, unafraid of danger.
The roaring wind at his side rushed into the microphone,
creating a crashing boom sound.
Letting all the viewers feel the speed of this mont.
After a brief acceleration, Wang Ye began to free fall at a speed of tens of ters per second. He gradually assud the standard arch-flying position, gliding with the wind.
At this wind speed, an average person trying to extend their arms would suffer severe joint pain from the strong wind impact, and even most top parachuters find it hard to maintain posture, let alone glide steadily.
Yet, within a brief five seconds, Wang Ye gradually stabilized his posture,
and continued to glide without the slightest distortion.
It's hard to imagine how powerful his muscles must be.
Then.
Wang Ye's figure gradually moved away from the summit where he once stood, beginning to soar toward the open sky.
Under his conscious control, his gliding speed grew ever faster,
and the direction shifted from headwind soaring to tailwind soaring. While this was unfavorable for maintaining posture, it did increase his flying speed.
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