In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the shallows by the Cortes Sea, where most of the surrounding buildings and facilities had been destroyed by the storm, leaving only remnants and ruins, presenting a scene of devastation. Dark clouds lood in the sky, visible tornadoes swirling low, carrying masses of dead leaves and broken branches as if turning daylight into night.
Wang Ye furrowed his brow and made his way to the nearly subrged beach.
At this mont, the Red Bull Challenge Team, led by Carlos, hadn’t arrived yet, but their yacht was moored on the beach, being repeatedly washed by the rising tide.
This yacht was originally brought by Li Weimin to assist Wang Ye, but since Wang Ye no longer needed it for transport, Carlos specifically applied for sponsorship from Red Bull and purchased the yacht from Li Weimin for fifty thousand US Dollars, hence the yacht beca part of the Red Bull Team’s assets.
Without much thought, Wang Ye walked into the sea, ready to swim a few laps in the ever-rolling sea to warm up.
Today’s seawater was affected by a hurricane with a speed of three hundred kiloters per hour and heavy rain. The waves were much more violent than the previous days, as if a ten-thousand-ter sea beast was frantically stirring the water from the ocean’s depths. Countless whirlpools capable of swallowing a cruise ship surged continuously on the surface, producing a "rumbling" sound that created imnse pressure.
As soon as Wang Ye plunged into the sea, he could personally feel the power of the water. Despite his swimming skills being at the human peak level and his physical strength almost twenty tis that of an ordinary person, he found it difficult to swim normally in the frenzied waters, feeling as helpless as a leaf drifting with the current.
Gradually adapting to the force of the waves, he increased the frequency of his movents.
Since a single standard move couldn’t generate enough counterforce, doing it ten or a hundred tis in quick succession might produce effective propulsion.
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About ten minutes later,
The Red Bull Challenge Team, clad in blue-toned surfing gear, appeared on the beach.
They intended to start the yacht, but suddenly Carlos noticed soone swimming swiftly on the sea.
"Seems like soone is swimming over there! And swimming very fast!"
"No need to guess; it must be Wang Ye. Who else could swim so fast in this condition?"
"But... this is too exaggerated."
"Today’s hurricane exceeds three hundred kiloters per hour wind speed; how can this be possible..."
"Even a whale couldn’t swim freely under waves like these, right?"
"This guy is simply not human..."
At this mont, Carlos spoke in a deep voice: "Stop staring at others, prepare for the challenge; the tallest wave is coming soon, and we’re running out of ti. Missing this opportunity might an there’s no other chance."
"No problem, start the yacht and let’s set out!"
They quickly prepared the safety equipnt and surfboards, storing them in the cabin.
Carlos stood at the bow, steering the yacht towards the ocean, riding the surging waves.
Just as they were nervously preparing for the challenge,
A circle of spectators had already gathered around the beach.
Most of these spectators were Chinese and devoted fans of Wang Ye,
They went through great difficulties to co to xico just to witness Wang Ye challenge the Life of Water firsthand.
They were arranged by Anta’s logistics staff in a relatively safe spot,
over a hundred ters away from the shoreline.
So, there was no worry about being swept away by the turbulent waves.
Simultaneously, three or four helicopters had sohow hovered in the air.
Inside were Anta’s logistics staff responsible for filming.
Li Weimin and Ah Gui were aboard one of the helicopters,
anxiously looking down at the tumultuous ocean below.
From the aerial perspective, about forty or fifty ters away, a series of waves at least thirty ters high were rapidly rolling towards them, with a deafening roar.
Li Weimin pressed the button on the communicator attached to his right ear, "Notify Wang Ye to prepare for the waves. Also, get the cara positions ready; we’re going live!"
"Roger that." The logistics staff behind him imdiately pressed the communicator and spoke in a deep voice:
"Wang Ye, there’s a wave about thirty ters high coming gradually from your twelve o’clock direction. Based on our estimation, it should reach your position in half a minute. Please prepare imdiately!"
At this mont, amidst the swimming, Wang Ye suddenly heard the voice from the communicator.
His eyes narrowed slightly, "Twelve o’clock direction, over there—"
He turned his head towards the front.
It was filled with a barely distinguishable sea blue.
Squinting, he used his microscopic focus ability to see clearly the hill-like wavehead dozens of ters away.
After seeing the shape of the giant wave clearly, he quickly pressed the communicator on his right ear and responded:
"Received."
Although Wang Ye didn’t carry much into the sea, he still had a communicator attached to his ear.
This communicator was custom-made by Anta, connecting with Li Weimin and so logistics personnel’s communicators.
As long as they pressed the button on the communicator and talked, Wang Ye could quickly receive their voice.
The cost was extrely high, and it wouldn’t get damaged or fall off easily in any harsh environnt.
After receiving accurate information from the logistics personnel,
Wang Ye took off the surfboard tied to his body,
letting the surfboard float on the water.
He then climbed onto the surfboard, gazing at the distant giant wave.
Just as Wang Ye squatted on the surfboard preparing,
the Red Bull Team, led by Carlos, also arrived here by yacht.
Carlos, standing on the bow deck, raised his hand and shouted loudly, "Hey! Wang Ye!"
Wang Ye turned his head and saw the yacht only about five ters away.
He suddenly gathered strength and leapt two or three ters high, jumping onto the yacht with the surfboard.
His heavy body made the yacht sway a bit.
Wang Ye took the dry towel handed by Carlos and wiped the water off his face,
"Carlos, I heard that wave is over thirty ters high."
"No, it’s definitely over forty ters," Carlos squinted his eyes against the wind, "Brother, trust , my height judgnt is very accurate."
"Forty ters?" Wang Ye’s eyes showed surprise, "Isn’t that higher than in movies?"
Carlos nodded slightly, "Whether we can survive these waves is purely up to fate."
With his words, the entire yacht fell into silence. Everyone’s faces didn’t look good.
Fear, shock, worry, anxiety, anger...
Various negative emotions gradually spread in everyone’s hearts.
Even Wang Ye, the strongest on-site, couldn’t help shivering.
But his shiver wasn’t entirely due to tension; there was also an indescribable thrill and excitent.
Half a minute passed in the blink of an eye.
Rumble!!!!
Countless sprays exploded in the air, splattered on everyone’s faces and hair.
Wang Ye’s dium-length bangs turned into strands of wet hair.
The terrifying giant wave was within reach.
A strong sense of pressure enveloped everyone’s mind.
No matter how brave one usually was, at this mont, they couldn’t help but hold their breath, their pupils constricted. Because the scene before them was too terrifying, like a hundred-ter giant beast opening its bloody mouth and letting out a soul-shaking roar.
And under this pressure, which could make one’s heart stop abruptly,
Wang Ye suddenly shot out with the surfboard.
The people behind him, including Carlos, woke up from their trance and followed, jumping one by one into the water with surfboards.
Boom!!!
As the wave approached the shallows more closely.
The wave grew even taller.
It turned from its original thirty or forty ters into a fifty-ter giant wave!
This height of wave was sothing that had never been successfully challenged before.
But at this mont, Wang Ye, like an eagle diving from high in the sky, skidded swiftly atop the wave.
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