The mountain wind was bitingly cold, whipping his clothes about.
Zhao Lin leaped from the cliff, doing his best to keep his body parallel to the ground. He spread his arms and legs to increase wind resistance.
At the same time, he released internal energy from his chest to counteract gravity, maintaining his descent at a manageable speed.
To lighten his load, he also tossed down his iron ruler.
After a dozen breaths, the ground became faintly visible. Below was a tangle of overgrown weeds and jagged rocks.
He quickly channeled energy from several acupoints to adjust his trajectory, avoiding the large rocks and finally landing smoothly.
"Phew..."
It was his first time jumping from such a height. It would have been a lie to say he wasn't nervous. Zhao Lin glanced up toward the summit.
'Let's see how much longer you can last!'
By his count, he had killed four bandit leaders so far: Diao Liu, "Heartless Pillar" Zhao Feilong, Third-in-Command Yin Hu, and that gaunt-faced man.
