seattlejaycees Chapter 1297 - 629: [Part 2]
Chapter 1297 - 629: [Part 2]
The violent airwave instantly engulfed his body, throwing him backward like a kite with a broken string.
Fang Cheng lost his balance but didn’t stubbornly resist head-on.
He followed the airflow, suddenly exerting force with his waist and abdomen, and performed an extremely smooth series of backflips in mid-air.
The perfectly extended moves dissipated all the impact, allowing him to hover steadily above the clouds, unscathed.
As the passenger plane completed its ascent and entered cruise mode, its speed increased again.
The distance between them began to grow irreversibly.
Feeling the intense consumption of True Qi within his body, Fang Cheng sighed helplessly.
He then stopped the True Qi burst, spread his arms again, and slowed down to glide.
"Consider yourself lucky to be fast enough."
Stabilizing his posture, Fang Cheng looked at the distant figure of the passenger plane and chuckled:
"Once my Agility breaks through eighty or I unlock more advanced Flying Skills, let’s see who wins then."
He wasn’t discouraged; instead, he found it exceptionally interesting.
This experience of chasing a steel giant bird at ten thousand meters above sea level was absurd yet exuded extreme romance.
Meanwhile, as Fang Cheng attempted to hitch a ride.
A few dozen seconds ago, in the passenger plane’s cockpit, an instrument emitted a slight beeping sound.
With one hand on the control stick, the captain glanced over the main flight display and calmly reported into the headset:
"East Capital control, flight CA892, current altitude ten thousand and fifty meters, has entered the stratospheric cruise route, autopilot engaged."
The copilot completed the checklist beside him, then glanced at the weather radar and added solemnly:
"Flight path checked, radar shows no dangerous weather, all systems normal..."
Before he finished, a glimpse out of the corner of his eye caught something red above the clouds to the right.
The copilot froze, staring intently out the windscreen.
He finally saw clearly—it was a muscular man wearing only red underwear.
Moreover, his posture suggested he was deliberately approaching the plane.
"David..."
The copilot’s voice trembled slightly as he nudged the captain’s arm:
"Am I having a high-altitude illusion? Is there really a man in underwear flying in front of the plane?"
Hearing this, the captain raised his head, following his gaze.
He then shuddered, eyes widening in disbelief at the scene.
"Holy crab..."
The captain swallowed hard, snapped back to reality, and hurriedly and frantically grabbed the communicator, stammering:
"Tower! Tower! We’ve encountered... encountered a streaking Superman at ten thousand meters!"
In the spacious first-class cabin of the international flight.
A blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant pushed a food cart, bending over to hand a whiskey with ice to a gentleman in a suit by the window:
"Sir, your drink."
"Thank you."
The man in the suit took the glass with a supposedly gentlemanly smile:
"Actually, your smile is more enchanting than whiskey—might I interest you in a drink after we land?"
The flight attendant maintained a professional smile, about to politely decline, when her gaze inadvertently swept outside the window, pupils contracting instantly.
Her red-tinted lips formed an "O," and her tray nearly slipped from her hand as she exclaimed:
"My God!"
"What?"
The gentleman took a light sip of whiskey, raising an eyebrow, trying to joke:
"Is there another charming man more dazzling than me winking at you?"
Speaking, he also turned his head, following her gaze.
Then, he witnessed a scene unforgettable for a lifetime.
Just five hundred meters outside the window, a man wearing nothing but red underwear was flying at Superman speed.
Even more ridiculous, this Oriental hunk seemed to be trying to catch up with the plane!
However, he was soon left behind, disappearing from view.
"Pff—"
The gentleman spat whiskey onto the leather seat in front, eyes nearly bulging out.
The spicy liquid made him cough violently, soaking his pants leg without notice.
What the hell is going on here? Have I seen God?
The gentleman coughed as he stared blankly out the window, mind completely stalled.
He gazed at the empty sea of clouds, doubting materialism and questioning his worldview.
At the back of the economy class.
A foreign father and son sat by the window.
The father, wearing glasses, was engrossed in his financial newspaper.
The seven or eight-year-old boy lay against the window, curiously watching the swirling sea of clouds outside.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to spot something new, excitedly tapping the window and shouting:
"Dad, Dad! Look, there’s someone flying outside!"
The father didn’t even look up, turning a page of his newspaper, and half-heartedly replied:
"Oh, really? How cool. Remember, don’t tap on the glass, Luke."
"No, really flying! It’s a Superman in red underwear!"
The boy got anxious, tugging his father’s sleeve and trying his best to pull him toward the window.
Unable to resist, the father put down his newspaper, sighed, and leaned over:
"Alright, alright, let me see where your Superman is..."
Offhandedly humoring him, the father casually glanced out the window.
Blue skies and endless clouds met his eyes, with nothing unusual in sight.
"Luke, at ten thousand meters up, there wouldn’t be any birds flying, let alone..."
Before he could finish, a fit, lean figure swiftly shot past the edge of his view.
Bright red fabric flashed under the sunlight, strikingly visible, and quickly passed by the plane.
The father’s voice stopped abruptly.
He kept his mouth slightly open, stunned for a full two seconds.
Then he suddenly removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes vigorously before looking again.
But outside the window, except for the surging sea of clouds and the blazing morning light, there was nothing else.
"Damn..."
The father swallowed, his face pale as he looked at his son:
"Did you really see someone flying just now?"
Seeing his dad so shocked, the boy proudly lifted his chin:
"I told you, it was the Superman in red underwear!"
By now, Fang Cheng, due to insufficient speed, had long been left far behind by the passenger plane, returning to his cruise stance.
He no longer wasted energy and continued diligently practicing his Flying Skill.
Moments later, with the help of the strong west wind in the stratosphere, he stabilized his position, maintaining an almost motionless hovering stance, quietly appreciating the majestic scenes from ten thousand meters above.
At this time, the colors of the world suddenly changed.
At the end of the eastern horizon, the darkness that had enveloped the night was completely torn apart.
A huge, round, blood-red sun rose from the ocean with unstoppable power.
In an instant, countless rays of golden sunlight pierced the sky like swords, igniting the boundless sea of clouds below.
The once gray-white clouds were instantly dyed a magnificent orange-red and dazzling dark gold.
The clouds surged and rolled, as if countless golden dragons were soaring and roaring through the cloud seas.
Fang Cheng hovered at the peak of the cloud layer at ten thousand meters high.
The radiant sunlight poured down on him without obstruction.
Every inch of his tight, glossy skin, every full, bulging muscle line, was coated in a layer of divine glow.
The surrounding wind appeared extraordinarily gentle, with only the stable drumbeat-like sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.
He slightly lifted his chin, looking down from above at this world lit by sunlight.
The vastness of the undulating sea of clouds, the veins of mountains and rivers, the blurry edges of the earth.
All the minuscule things before the power of nature fell within his sight.
Like a God overlooking the world, a sense of loneliness and grandeur quietly surged in his soul.
This is true freedom!
No need for any external things, no need to care about anyone’s opinion.
As long as this body is strong enough, this vast world is at disposal!
Fang Cheng clenched both fists, lifted his head, and let out a cloud-piercing, stone-cracking howl to the rising sun:
"Awooo—"
The howl echoed in the empty sky, lingering long, as if announcing his ambitions and aspirations to the world.