Qing Chen leapt from the helicopter, soaring through the air like a Yu Yan, heading straight for the circular target 10 kilometers away!
The Sorellians were dumbfounded: "On the second day of learning wing suit flying, does he really want to do something like this? Why is he in such a rush to challenge himself?"
At this moment, Qing Chen was rapidly approaching the cliff, but the mountain wind attacked him. Though it didn't toss him around, it forcefully pushed him off course, making him glide past the cliff by a margin of 5 meters.
Qing Chen opened his parachute and slowly descended. Once he was brought back to the helicopter: "Return to the starting point, again!"
The second time, Qing Chen got even closer to the target, only 3 meters away.
On the third attempt, Qing Chen gritted his teeth and slightly contracted his right arm, as he pierced through towards the target. However, the disorderly winds in the mountain gorge were unexpectedly driving him toward the cliff!
