When Cifera charged straight toward Zhang Hong, the live stream audience was completely stunned.
Seriously? Nie Junfeng's Poison Milk persona is unbelievably accurate!
He had just declared that Cifera would have no chance of victory if she charged toward Zhang Hong.
Yet, moments later, Cifera actually chose to charge in exactly that hopeless direction.
How can anyone explain this?
His Poison Milk power is just that mystical!
Could a miracle actually be about to happen?!
With this thought, every viewer glued their eyes to the screen, watching the humanoid cat sprinting through the alleyway.
On the screen:
When Cifera accused him of stealing her door, Zhang Hong was genuinely mortified.
It might sound unbelievable, but Zhang Hong had genuinely run quite a distance before realizing he had carried the door with him.
It was all because he'd been obsessed with catching Cifera, desperate to save every second and not waste any time.
In the end, he'd made such a rookie mistake.
Returning the door to the villa's owner was out of the question, and the clueless members of the Production Team didn't even step forward to take it off his hands.
Zhang Hong couldn't just abandon the door, so he had no choice but to keep running with it.
He had been at a loss for how to answer Cifera's question, but when he saw her charging toward him, he immediately changed the subject, roaring with forced enthusiasm:
"Good!
"I knew you wouldn't give up so easily, Cifera! Come on, show me how you plan to break through!"
Raising the door panel before him, Zhang Hong's massive frame surged forward like an armored vehicle, the door serving as a makeshift shield.
His heavy military boots slammed against the slick, moss-covered ground and scattered gravel with muffled thuds: thud! thud!
The distance between them was already short, and with both moving at top speed, they were about to collide in mere seconds.
Feng Chiyu, watching from behind, couldn't help but shout at Zhang Hong's ferocious advance:
"Brother Zhang, take it easy! Don't hurt Cifera—HOLY SHIT!!!"
But before he could finish his warning, an unexpected accident occurred!
Perhaps seeing Cifera charge so fiercely, Zhang Hong instinctively overlooked the slippery conditions of the alley floor. Or perhaps, to distract from the awkwardness of stealing someone's door, he became overly excited and exerted too much force.
Whatever the reason, just as Zhang Hong was about to reach Cifera, his foot slipped!
Under the immense forward momentum, Zhang Hong's burly frame lurched backward uncontrollably!
Even a super special forces soldier like Zhang Hong completely lost his balance in this sudden situation.
The door in his hands instinctively jerked upward and forward in a wild, uncontrolled motion due to the abrupt loss of stability.
In the split second before Zhang Hong's body tilted backward and the door swung upward, Cifera had already moved!
It was as if she had foreseen Zhang Hong's misstep, or perhaps her hyper-acute dynamic vision had caught the slightest hint of his foot slipping and the instantaneous signal of his body losing balance.
In that millisecond between Zhang Hong's foot slipping, his body not yet fully tilting backward, and the door just beginning to rise, Cifera, like a coiled spring cat, explosively pushed off the ground, her body launching upward and forward with graceful agility!
Her movements were flawless, as if rehearsed a thousand times.
Time seemed to have been meticulously orchestrated in that instant.
Zhang Hong completely lost his balance and fell backward. His instinctive reaction and the momentum of his fall caused the heavy iron door to swing upward, nearly vertical.
At that exact moment, Cifera reached the peak of her jump and began her descent.
The next millisecond!
The descending Cifera landed with pinpoint accuracy on the door raised by Zhang Hong.
The heavy iron door transformed into the perfect springboard the instant her toe touched down.
Her slender frame unleashed terrifying core strength. Leveraging the door's recoil and her own falling momentum, she propelled herself upward a second time.
Whoosh—!
Like a black arrow released from a bowstring, Cifera shot diagonally upward with far greater height and speed than her initial leap.
Her target: the five- or six-meter-high, rust-stained air conditioner support bracket.
Only then did Zhang Hong crash heavily to the ground with a thud.
The door clanged down beside him.
Despite the commotion, Zhang Hong emerged relatively unharmed.
In the split second when Zhang Hong lost his balance and was about to slam the back of his head against the ground, the instincts ingrained in him as an elite special forces operative surged to life.
Despite the suddenness of the event, his powerful core muscles tightened instantly upon sensing the weightlessness, like steel cables coiling taut, forcibly countering the excessive backward tilt of his upper body.
Simultaneously, he instinctively braced the door panel downward and backward, attempting to use it as a makeshift lever against the ground to cushion the impact and adjust his landing.
It was these conditioned reflexes, forged through countless life-or-death training drills, that allowed Zhang Hong to brace himself before impact. He managed to distribute the force primarily across his thick shoulders and back, as well as his resilient gluteal muscles, avoiding the most dangerous areas: his skull and tailbone.
Even so, the impact still slammed the air from his chest, blackening his vision, and sending waves of searing pain and numbness through his muscles and bones.
While Zhang Hong lay dazed, he glimpsed a dark figure impossibly soaring upward above him.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the alley, Feng Chiyu's jaw had dropped in astonishment.
Forgetting to check on Zhang Hong's condition, a second "Holy shit!" escaped his lips, the final syllable trembling with utter disbelief.
His mind went blank. Everything he knew about Parkour, every experience, had been utterly shattered in that instant.
Using an opponent's misstep as a makeshift springboard to execute a double jump of unprecedented difficulty?!
This isn't even in the human user manual!
This is practically... cat magic!
For Cifera, Zhang Hong's slip wasn't something she had deliberately caused, but it was one of the escape scenarios she had mentally prepared for.
Moreover, she trusted in Zhang Hong's King of Soldiers-level prowess, confident that he wouldn't need her assistance for such a minor fall.
Thus, the moment she sensed Zhang Hong was about to lose his footing, she reacted without hesitation.
Now airborne, her movements stretched to their absolute limit.
Her arm extended straight forward, her fingertips precisely and securely gripping the bracket supporting the air conditioner unit high above.
Creak—
The aging bracket groaned under the strain, sagging downward as rust flaked off in a flurry.
Yet Cifera's body merely swayed slightly, her formidable finger strength and core stability instantly restoring her balance.
She hung there like a true black cat clinging to a cliff face, dangling upside down, peering down at the alley below.
In the alley, Zhang Hong scrambled to his feet, his face smeared with grime, his eyes wide with shock and bewilderment.
Feng Chiyu, still gaping upward, hadn't closed his mouth. His gaze burned with awe at the miraculous sight and a fervent thirst for scientific understanding!
Cifera dangled in mid-air, swinging her petite, pale legs, and flashed a mischievous grin at the two stunned pursuers below. Her expression was a blend of smugness, playfulness, and a hint of "See? I got up here easily!" innocence.
Her crisp, melodious voice echoed clearly in the silent alley:
"Little Zhang, I have to say, this door plank worked perfectly! It was a breeze to use!"
Before they could react, Cifera tensed her core, swung her body upward, and gracefully landed in a cat-like crouch atop an air conditioning unit.
Without pausing, she gathered her momentum, leaped again, and grabbed the bracket of the next air conditioning unit above.
In a series of dizzyingly agile climbs, she effortlessly scaled the wall until she reached the rooftop.
She waved down as if bidding farewell to old friends, calling out with a smile:
"Little Zhang, Little Feng, see you later~
"Hehe, though I doubt it'll be long before we meet again."
With that, Cifera's figure vanished completely over the rooftop.
Left behind in the alley were:
A dazed Zhang Hong, sprawled on the ground. A Feng Chiyu, struck speechless by the spectacle. A door plank lying on the ground, as if recounting its bizarre adventure. And a live stream that had erupted into a frenzy, the chat flooding with a storm of "Holy shit!" and "WTF!"