Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Master Fang suddenly stopped moving?

The constantly moving image abruptly came to a standstill until the audience saw a hand that could reach nothing, and then they finally realized what was happening.

He’s run out of holds!

Bi Fang looked up and down, and the rock wall nearly two meters above him was exceptionally smooth. It would be impossible to grip, even without gloves, let alone with them on, and there was not the slightest protrusion. Looking at it side-on in the sunlight, one could even see reflections.

In the village, the commentator Puba looked pale and said with an ugly expression, “This is bad; now he’s in trouble.”

Wang Yongbo and Yao Jun, who were beside him, immediately became anxious after hearing this:, “What do you mean?”

“Generally speaking, climbers who undertake solo rock climbing have to choose their path in advance. Sometimes they might even suspend themselves from the cliff, rehearsing the climb in their mind to ensure each step has a secure foothold and that the rocky protrusions are stable.”

“That’s why climbers need guides to determine the route, including the climbing path. But Bi Fang is soloing Mount Everest and had never been here before. On Mount Everest, he’s a complete novice! Without a guide, he can only find his way on his own. In other words, he’s trying to forge a new route on this rock face, but now he’s hit a dead end!”

This is why opening new routes is one of the four great achievements—it’s because climbers encounter many situations like this during the process.

There might be cracks on the way, or halfway through the climb, the rock wall is too smooth, forcing a retreat to start over.

“There is a Huaxia saying: ‘It’s hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.’ A rock face without holds can’t be climbed; no matter how high one’s skill is, it’s useless without proper handholds because that’s simply unscientific! Look around, within a radius of over one and a half meters there are no rocks. Further out there is a protrusion with a better climbing path on it, but presently, it’s out of reach!”

As an experienced guide, Puba was fluent in Chinese, English, and Hindi, and could use many idioms with ease. He was typing as he spoke, not only explaining to those around him but also showing the audience.

How is he going to climb this?

The audience was stumped—it seemed the only options were to go down and choose a new path or to bypass the obstacle entirely.

In any case, clinging tightly to the rock wall without any safety measures is an exceedingly exhausting task. The more he hesitated, the more dangerous it became.

Not just the onlookers, but Bi Fang himself felt extremely troubled.

Many who solo peaks don’t go solo on their first trip; they climb it once with assistance before attempting it alone. Bi Fang’s approach was a rare case.

On his first visit, with no one to lead, he could only follow what paths he could see.

The climbing ability contained in the orange skill package might be powerful, but after all, it was just a skill, not suction cups spontaneously sprouting out of nowhere, allowing one to walk sideways on any smooth wall.

[This is the toughest climb I have ever seen]

[Is Old Fang aiming to accomplish the four great achievements to ascend to godhood?]

[This route is like the giants’ path in the Alps]

[Start over, Old Fang, don’t hesitate]

In the live stream, the audience watched Bi Fang with a mix of admiration and pity—it seemed he had no choice but to start over.

But the current altitude was already 8,501 meters; at the “Yellow Band” of Mount Everest, the energy expenditure was colossal. Going down to start over or taking a detour was a severe test of Bi Fang’s physical endurance. ṛАΝô₿ΕŚ

With no time to waste, Bi Fang’s gaze explored his surroundings. He also noticed the rock that Puba mentioned, at eye level with him but far too distant. The closest his left hand could get was still over a meter and a half away.

Just as Puba had said, it was out of reach.

Start over?

Bi Fang shook his head. The toll at 8,500 meters was greater than he had anticipated. Rather than gambling on an unknown future, he preferred to break the norm and choose the present.

Seconds later, the viewers saw Bi Fang lower his gaze, reach under his neck, and lift half of his face mask. Then he grabbed the ice axe hanging on the side of his thigh, biting it in his mouth.

Next, he pulled out a rope from his bag, tied it with one hand to the end of the ice axe, then gripped the handle and fiercely smashed it into the rock wall.

The rock wall was hard and smooth but not without flaws. At least just above the spot where Bi Fang’s left hand was holding, there was a tiny crack too small even for a fingertip. At that moment, Bi Fang was slamming the ice axe into it.

The first strike, the ice axe missed the mark. The second, it hit, but not deep enough, and by then the ice axe’s head had already started to deform slightly.

Bi Fang took a deep breath, and finally, on the third strike, he hammered the tip of the axe hard into the crack, which had been frozen for quite some time, causing it to expand instantaneously.

But that wasn’t enough. Bi Fang shook the axe vigorously, pulled it out, then with the last strike, smashed it into the wall, burying a whole third of the front section of the ice axe into the rock face. After swinging it up and down, it was extremely secure.

What was he doing?

The audience asked Puba, but even Puba couldn’t answer, uncertain of the profound purpose of this move. However, it wasn’t long before everyone was stunned.

Their gaze suddenly shot skyward, then calmly shifted back in front, where a strong hand was holding onto the ice axe. The next moment, the view became unsteady, moving downwards—Bi Fang’s feet had left his foothold!

He was swinging!

His whole body swung back and forth like a pendulum, using the ice axe as the pivot point!

He used the swinging motion to increase distance, to break free from the predicament!

In an instant, the audience who had come to understand the situation felt a surge of cold sweat in their palms, as if it were their own hand holding onto the ice axe!

Madman!

That’s terrifying!

Did he have not a trace of fear in his mind?

Is this really a human?

For Bi Fang, who was “swinging” on Mount Everest, the spectacle appeared dangerous solely because of height—if it had been on flat ground, surely no one would be shocked, at most they would remark how healthy his body was; it wouldn’t even qualify as being strong.

The most crucial point was, this technique saved much more energy than detouring or starting over.

Wiping the sweat from his palms, Puba couldn’t help but gasp at Bi Fang’s audacity. This method of breaking deadlock was something he couldn’t even fathom: “He is a born adventurer, in this field, he is the most outstanding individual of this era.”

[If he devoted his life to climbing, perhaps he would become a miracle, a history, a legend.]

[Don’t compare professional challenges with someone’s hobby (laugh).]

[Damn, he’s a monster among monsters.]

[An example for my generation.]

[Master Fang, yyds!] (Note: “yyds” is internet slang for “forever godlike.”)

[Seeing the protagonist of “Sword Wind Saga” run for three days already amazed me, I never thought reality could be crazier than anime!]

As he swung back and forth, Bi Fang’s arm reach expanded by a large margin, and he successfully grabbed onto a protruding section of rock on the other side, finding his footing on a rock below.

With two new points of contact, Bi Fang quickly shifted his weight, and pulling on the rope in his hand, he rocked the ice axe side to side again.

The ice axe had been jammed in too deeply, and it took a good while before Bi Fang could pull it out and reel it back along the rope.

Unfortunately, those last couple of strikes had done some damage to the ice axe, blunting what was originally a sharp tip significantly.

After shifting his weight, the path ahead suddenly opened up.

He reinserted the ice axe into the holster on his thigh and took out his water bottle to replenish some fluids before continuing his climb.

Fifteen minutes later, he had surmounted the rock face, and the slope became notably gentler.

The last three hundred and fifty meters.

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