"How strong is this wind?"
"Oh no, he's being swept away!"
"Is this... the legendary 'Circle of Love's Magic'?"
"What kind of magic is that, huh?"
The netizens watched the world spin wildly through the lens, and from the shot of Lewis' calves, they could clearly see that Lewis' body was indeed spinning.
Lewis felt dizzy, unable to distinguish which direction was up and which was down.
After about ten seconds of spinning, Lewis gradually felt the wind weakening.
He tried his best to control his body and finally regained his balance.
He knew he had been incredibly lucky this time.
Because Hell Mode was targeting him specifically and wouldn't affect anyone else.
David was right behind him, so Hell Mode couldn't affect him, effectively reducing the difficulty.
"I'll have to treat Big Brother David to a good meal later," Lewis thought to himself.
He glanced at the altimeter; he was currently at 6,000 meters.
He maintained his position to minimize wind resistance and maximize his descent speed.
He'd been through storms and typhoons; he didn't believe there could be a hell even worse than this.
"Lewis is okay!"
Ash said, "The camera attached to his left leg shows that he's regained control of his body and is in great shape."
As the host, Ash had been on edge for the entire few minutes.
He was genuinely afraid that something might happen to Lewis.
Even if an accident occurred, it wouldn't affect him personally, but it would leave a psychological scar.
"The typhoon... seems to have disappeared," Rose said, wide-eyed and confused.
Just moments ago, they saw David drop to the same altitude.
Not even a Level 4 wind, let alone a Level 15 typhoon.
"Lewis... had such a bad day," Zoe couldn't help saying.
"Very unlucky indeed," Blake and the others agreed.
They thought the storm was the limit, but then there was thunder.
They thought they had passed the thunder zone and seen the light again.
But before they could relax, a typhoon followed.
This was simply deadly.
They had never seen Lewis in such a bad situation.
It felt like all these natural disasters were targeting him.
"I don't expect Lewis to complete the challenge anymore; I just hope he lands safely," Ash said with a bitter smile.
Everyone nodded; they thought the same.
Completing the challenge? Who cares about that?
Surviving was the greatest blessing from heaven.
"Big Brother David's luck is unbelievable."
"Yeah, too unbelievable, especially compared to Lewis. It's just too much."
"It looks like Big Brother David will really fulfill his last wish today. As for Lewis... just stay safe."
[Duck King]: I believe Lewis can definitely finish it!
"Shut up, Lewis just got out of the typhoon. Don't jinx it," someone said.
[Duck King]: Trust me, Lewis can definitely finish it! Storms, typhoons, who cares? With a parachute, don't even mention a 40-meter safety net; even a 4-meter one, Lewis can land in it steadily. Believe me or not?
"I have a bad feeling again..."
"Me too. I feel like something bad will happen to Lewis."
"Duck King's mouth is too cursed!"
Duck King didn't think much of it. He felt that no matter how bad it was, Lewis couldn't get into a worse situation.
Lewis felt the same.
He was descending at nearly 70 meters per second.
5,000 meters...
4,000 meters...
3,000 meters...
Thirty seconds passed quickly, and the world below gradually enlarged in his eyes.
Soon, he was only 2,000 meters above the ground.
From this height, he could see some architectural features.
Lewis continued to fall without any sign of opening his parachute.
His calm voice rang out again, "I'm rapidly approaching the ground. Current altitude: 1,500 meters, descending at 67 meters per second. I'm in great physical and mental condition."
"If nothing unexpected happens, I'll open my parachute in 20 seconds for about three minutes of gliding. During that time, I'll control the parachute and land precisely in the safety net."
He spoke calmly, not too fast or too slow, outlining his plan.
"I just calculated, 67 meters per second, 20 seconds equals 1,340 meters. Lewis is now at 1,500 meters. That means he'll open his parachute at only 160 meters above the ground. Can anyone tell me if it's safe to open at this height?"
"It's not safe. It's very dangerous."
"What's the problem?"
"One word: Suicide."
"Lewis is being reckless. I've been skydiving for years, and the lowest I've opened my parachute was at 390 meters. I was almost scared to death at that height."
"Low-altitude parachute opening has an advantage: it allows for more precise control of the landing spot because the wind is weaker and more predictable at lower altitudes. I guess Lewis decided based on that."
Many skydiving enthusiasts, even some fanatics with more jumps than Reg, thought Lewis was crazy after hearing his words.
They knew better than anyone what such a height meant for someone who skydives regularly.
...
"Slap!"
Reg suddenly slammed his hand on the table in the production team.
The sound startled Ash and the others.
"He's crazy!" Reg frowned and shouted.
"What's wrong?" Zoe asked. "Did he encounter any problems?"
She nervously watched Lewis, thinking Reg had discovered details she hadn't noticed before.
Reg said, "He'll open his parachute in 20 seconds at only a couple of hundred meters. He's being reckless!"
Blake asked, "Is there anything special about that height?"
"The safe height is 700 meters, and the minimum opening height is 500 meters," Reg explained. "Without hundreds of skydiving experiences, you can't play like this. If something goes wrong when opening the parachute at that height, there's no chance for adjustment or remedy."
"Maybe he's confident," James said uncertainly.
Reg furrowed his brow and didn't say anything.
The decision on when to open the parachute was solely in Lewis' hands.
He could open it whenever he wanted.
Even if Reg split the table in half with his slam, it wouldn't affect Lewis' decision.
Moreover, as a challenger, Lewis had the right to make any decision without harming others' interests.
Even if this decision seemed extremely dangerous to outsiders, it was his own choice.
1,300 meters...
1,200 meters...
The altitude was constantly dropping.
Lewis kept his arms and legs close together, descending in a straight, free-fall position.
Behind him at a higher altitude, David, also in free-fall, was now over 800 meters away from him.
David had been observing below and trying to catch sight of Lewis.
If Lewis opened his parachute, David would be able to see it from that distance.
But he didn't see anything.
David glanced at the altimeter and frowned.
1,500 meters.
He hasn't opened his parachute yet?
What is he doing?
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