Hoo——
Fang Cheng folded his arms, braced himself against the final layer of thin clouds overhead, and exerted a fierce strength from his waist and abdon.
Like a fish breaking out of water, carried by the montum of his leap, he ascended to higher heights.
The mont he burst through the thick rain clouds, the surrounding roaring winds and ice pellets suddenly ceased.
Above ten thousand ters in the sky, there was an overwhelming silence.
Above him lay an abyssal navy blue sky, nearly black.
Beneath him was a boundless sea of rolling white clouds, resembling angry waves.
By now, the daylight had fully brightened.
Though the sun had not yet completely risen, the visibility at this altitude was at its peak.
Here lay the realm of regular comrcial aircraft cruising, vastly different from the variable teorological spectacle below.
The airflow was primarily horizontal, with almost no vertical convection or turbulent jostling, with very low water vapor and dust content.
One could truly call it as vast as the sky and as calm as the sea.
Fang Cheng ceased kicking, stretched his body flat, relying solely on the inertia and aerodynamics generated by high-speed sprinting, gliding smoothly above the cloud sea.
He deeply inhaled the pure and crisp high-altitude air, relaxing every taut muscle.
His bare skin distinctly felt the airflow brushing past his fingers and shoulders, inducing a thrilling shiver.
The stable and powerful west wind of the stratosphere, like an invisible hand, held his body steadily, forming a clear wind trajectory.
At this point, it seed as though Earth’s gravity had slightly diminished, rendering Fang Cheng exceptionally light.
He attempted to twist his waist, tilting his left shoulder.
With just a small shift in his center of gravity, his body gently veered along with the airflow, seamlessly belonging to the sky around him.
Thus, Fang Cheng followed the wind-ford pathway, smoothly drawing out a long arc spanning several hundred ters.
There was no downward pull of heaviness, no reckless interference from the airflow.
Only his steady heartbeat in his ears and a view that reached the boundary where heaven and earth t.
He could even vaguely perceive the slightly curved outline at the edge of this planet.
Below, the cloud sea, like frozen waves, extended to the very end of the world.
Sunlight penetrated the cloud edges, bestowing a faint golden glow upon the cloud tops.
Fang Cheng simply spread his arms wide, letting the wind propel him swiftly above the cloud.
Experiencing the entire sky beneath his feet, breaking free from Earth’s constraints, his heart excitedly thumping within his chest.
At this mont, he was akin to the wind, the freest, most unrestrained existence in this vast sky.
Just then.
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
A deep, penetrating chanical hum faintly emanated from beneath the clouds.
Fang Cheng slightly tilted his head.
He saw a snow-white Airbus A380 large wide-body aircraft slowly erging over ten kiloters away on the left rear side.
It was climbing steadily, piercing through the cloud sea with a solid ascent angle.
The massive body reflected the dazzling morning light, like a steel leviathan patrolling the skies.
The aircraft’s four gigantic turbofan engines expelled scorching air currents, creating four long trail clouds in the high altitude.
Seeing this steel beast, a product of human industrial civilization, Fang Cheng’s innate competitiveness flared instantly.
"Why not hitch a ride?"
He grinned wickedly, a gleam in his eyes swiftly contracting.
Then he adjusted his posture, kept his arms tightly against his torso, his legs together, minimizing his wind-facing surface area into a streamlined shape.
"Boom!"
All the pores on his legs and outer back flew open, and True Qi surged out like the fla tail of a thruster.
Simultaneously, he forcefully kicked backward, generating counterforce.
Accompanied by successive deafening sonic booms, Fang Cheng transford into a golden arrow, shooting straight ahead toward the airliner’s path.
On the ground, he could rely on muscle strength for firm footing, gaining enough counterforce to easily break the sound barrier.
However, in this thin-aired stratosphere, there was no dense dium to achieve the sa impact.
Relying solely on True Qi for additional thrust couldn’t possibly match the speed of a modern airliner cruising close to 900 kiloters per hour.
Therefore, he had to change strategy, choosing not to pursue from behind.
Instead, he veered into the airliner’s path ahead, waiting for this steel beast to "overtake" from behind.
Ten kiloters... eight kiloters... five kiloters...
The wind blew his facial muscles into violent waves, the scenery before him distorted by the sheer speed.
He closed the gap between the airliner with an unimaginable posture.
One kiloter... five hundred ters... fifty ters.
With imnse pressure, the A380’s nose now lood closer.
Fang Cheng exerted his Core Power, like a feather trying to slice into the violent boundary layer airflow surrounding the aircraft.
In the fraction of a second as the massive body brushed past him, he threw out his right hand, his fingers like iron hooks, precisely reaching for the communications antenna base on the top of the plane’s back.
Zi——
His fingertips barely grazed cold tal paint, sparking faint embers in the high sky.
Yet, the terrifying kinetic energy carried by the near-900-kiloter speed was far beyond what his suspended, force-pointless state could forcibly grip.
Fang Cheng felt his palm slip.
Imdiately, a Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning turbofan backwash surged, forcing his hand away.
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