Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 602 - 599: Extreme Diving

In the dense forest, several figures were running hastily, their faces and necks covered with bloodstains from being scraped by branches.

"Ha, heh, haha."

Matsumoto Kiyotaka was panting heavily, his windpipe felt like it was being scorched by fire, and the saliva he secreted was like glue, clogging his throat and nearly making him gag; his legs shook uncontrollably and he almost fell to the ground.

The mountain path was too difficult to run on, with bushes and pebbles everywhere, making it easy to sprain an ankle with a single misstep.

The poise he had during the 5-kilometer run in police academy had long been worn away by the years.

Several younger ones beside him were equally exhausted, hardly able to speak. They looked towards Matsumoto Kiyotaka, waiting for instructions.

The hills on either side of Dolphin Bay rose over forty meters high, with the cliff face below roared with waves, the cliffs sharp like the cut of a knife.

The hill wasn’t big, and the summit was even narrower.

Constantly eroded by the sea breeze, this small expanse was only filled with rugged boulders, without a single tree in sight, the area clear for all to see.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, his pupils violently constricted, struggling to adjust to the brightness.

The eight o’clock sunlight was a radiant white-gold, the entire ocean sparkling with phosphorescence. A light gold hue framed the boundary between the cliff and the sky, dazzlingly bright.

But within this brilliance, there was an extremely conspicuous spot.

A dark, elongated shadow stood upright at the summit, its edges iron-blue amidst the interplay of light and shadow, like a freshly sharpened steel sword.

"General Bi Fang! You have nowhere to run!"

Matsumoto Kiyotaka shouted.

The height of the small mountain exceeded forty meters—a fall from this height into the water would mean certain death.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka didn’t know what the world record for the highest dive was, but he remembered that in his youth he had jumped from a bridge over twenty meters high to save a woman who had fallen into the river, and ended up with a broken leg; if it hadn’t been for the two colleagues with him, he probably would have sunk to the depths alongside the woman.

That girl was even unluckier—without a basic understanding of how to fall into water and lacking the robust physique of an adult male, she suffered five broken ribs that pierced her lung, and injuries to her esophagus and trachea, along with bruises and abrasions all over her body.

The doctor said she was lucky she didn’t break her neck upon impact; otherwise, she would have died on the spot.

That incident was the most terrifying scene of Matsumoto Kiyotaka’s career, and since then, his official career had gone quite smoothly.

The height now was double that, and there was no way the other party could escape.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka didn’t want to take a life unnecessarily, especially since the other party was a celebrity, and right now they were live broadcasting. He was gasping for breath, trying to squeeze out a few words.

But in the next moment, Matsumoto Kiyotaka’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. He lost his voice and couldn’t scream out loud.

The iron-blue longsword suddenly extended into a hilt, and finally, the hilt became extremely elongated, as if it had turned from a steel sword into a Judgement Cross.

But then, the cross seemed to shorten abruptly.

No!

It didn’t shorten.

The man was leaning back—he was going to jump into the sea!

Matsumoto Kiyotaka’s mind froze for an instant.

Bravely facing death!

The idiom suddenly popped into his head and, mouth agape, he yelled:

"Shoot!"

Everyone was startled by this command.

The target was a world-famous adventurer, and he was currently broadcasting live—were they really supposed to shoot?

"Shoot!!!"

Matsumoto Kiyotaka roared again.

The young graduates from the police academy, reactively pulled out their P230s from their waists.

But before they could aim, the pitch-black cross had already disappeared from their sight.

Everyone ran frantically toward the cliff edge, as their legs, once weak and rubbery, propelled forward, nearly causing them to fall to the ground.

For Bi Fang, each free fall was a way to feel the true existence of Earth.

That sensation of being pulled was incomparable.

The moist, salty sea breeze lifted his hair as Bi Fang stood with his back to the sea and leaned back, entering free fall under the force of gravity.

The air was not only tinged with the smell of fish but also carried an extremely thick, rich scent of blood that was getting denser.

Forty meters, almost forty-five meters high.

Diving as a sport is more difficult and dangerous than most people think.

The official world diving record is 59 meters, while ordinary people wouldn’t stand a chance of surviving at 30 meters.

Even a fall from around 10 meters, landing on one’s back, abdomen, or head in a seated position, would subject a person to a force of 60g, causing death or disability.

In June 2009, around the 14th, at the Beirut Seaside of Lebanon, a boy dived from a 10-meter board, followed by a scream, as the swimming pool quickly reddened.

Late, he managed to struggle towards the shore, and the people onshore screamed in horror.

Because the boy’s face had split into two halves.

His face was longitudinally bisected, everything between his mouth and his eyes completely gone, his tongue and teeth exposed. His teeth were all cracked into segments, visible amidst the bloody mess.

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Even professional special forces soldiers often only undertake diving missions of up to twenty-five meters, any higher, and there would be a significant risk of accidents.

Was Bi Fang prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice?

Of course... not.

Bi Fang’s morals weren’t so noble, he was just an ordinary person, albeit more capable, hoping to be of some help.

A forty-meter free fall takes only two seconds.

The impact of the water on the body falling at high speed is the main difficulty in extreme diving.

In professional high-altitude diving, the men’s diving height is 23 to 28 meters, the women’s is 18 to 23 meters, and athletes enter the water at speeds of around 78 to 100 kilometers per hour.

The moment a person enters the water, the impact is like driving into a wall at 100 kilometers per hour, which is why divers must enter the water feet first after completing their maneuvers.

Only by assuming a standing soldier’s posture is there a slim chance of survival.

And there can’t be any rocks underwater.

Bi Fang was not one to shoot blindly; he had thoroughly scoped out the underwater terrain during his first diving operation.

In midair, Bi Fang twisted his waist and abdomen to quickly adjust his posture.

His entire body tensed like a straight and rigid javelin.

The waves below the cliff broke one after another, already having disrupted the surface tension.

Bi Fang, like a shooting star, glided across the sky and gracefully entered the water.

Accompanied by a splash drowned out by the wind, the police who arrived at the cliff saw only the undulating waves.

Many young officers widened their eyes in disbelief at the sight of the waveless sea.

Dead?

"Had he planned to jump all along?"

"At this height... wouldn’t he die?"

Forty meters down, just the thought made the officers’ legs go weak.

But the next second, one officer gasped, his eyes bulging as he collapsed to the ground, shakily pointing toward the sea surface.

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Everyone looked down, and their expressions instantly froze.

Beneath the waves, a dark, long shadow, swift as a sword, raced toward the fishing boat!