I am a Big Player
Chapter 311 - 309. He is a Knight (Fourth Update)_1

Chapter 311: 309. He is a Knight (Fourth Update)_1

Did the Knight succeed in the ski descent?

Yes, that’s what everyone in the camp is curious about right now. Their lives can be said to have been saved by the Knight. If it weren’t for the Knight predicting the storm in advance, they wouldn’t have noticed any signs of the storm approaching at all.

At that time, someone had observed the weather, but couldn’t make out anything.

But no one hesitated, and even if someone did, others would dissuade them at the same time.

Because of this, on a day when they all might have been buried on Mount Everest, they could still sit in the camp and barely manage to drink some hot tea, and they also brought back reserve oxygen tanks. Since they had chosen to retreat, the oxygen tanks could be used without worry, and everyone could have a good night’s sleep.

By this time, the plan to continue the ascent to Mount Everest was no longer realistic, as everyone was exhausted and there wasn’t enough oxygen left.

This trip was originally just for training, but because the opportunity was so good, they decided on the spur of the moment to make the summit. Now, thinking it over slowly, they realized there was still so much time until the best summit month of May. After everyone returned to the 6000-meter base camp for rest and regrouped, they would not only be in better physical condition but also possess more experience, making the summit much easier than it was now.

It’s like playing a game and clearing a dungeon for the first time; the many times after that will be much easier.

But now, what everyone was most concerned about wasn’t when to make the summit, but whether the Knight who saved their lives was safe or not.

"Why not use the satellite phone to ask the base camp at the bottom of the mountain to see if the Knight has returned?" someone suddenly asked, "If he hasn’t reached the camp by now..."

Indeed, more than an hour had passed since the Knight leaped from the top of Mount Everest. If by this time, the Knight still had not returned to Camp 2, it basically meant that the Knight might have met with misfortune.

The American team leader picked up the satellite phone and called Camp 2, but just as he asked his question, the people around him noticed his complexion had sunk.

After hanging up the phone, the American team leader silently shook his head.

"How could this be? The storm has the greatest impact on the summit; he had already descended, how could something happen halfway down?!"

"Exactly!"

Actually, everyone was reluctant to believe that something might have happened to the Knight. First, because the Knight had saved their lives, and second, in their impression, the Knight was so strong it seemed there was nothing he couldn’t do!

The American team leader said gravely, "But ski descending itself carries a risk factor. Although the weather closer to the bottom of the mountain isn’t as affected, there is still some danger..."

Yes, ski descending in itself is one of the more dangerous extreme sports. It’s almost like there’s something wrong with the world if a few people don’t die from this kind of ski descent every year.

"Could he have gone directly back to the 6000-meter-altitude camp..." someone asked, holding onto a slim hope.

"Impossible!" someone flatly denied, "Have you forgotten? There are so many seracs between Camp 2 and the 6000-meter base camp as obstacles, plus a six-meter-high icefall..."

Hiss, many people gasped, yes, everyone clearly remembered there was an icefall on the way to the 6000-meter camp. They could climb up slowly, but could the Knight slide down slowly?

Xia Boyu only learned in the camp that this young man had such a glorious history; he was a leading figure in the field of bicycle extreme sports and parkour. Although he seldom touched those fields, he knew the title of number one carried a lot of weight.

He couldn’t help but feel moved. So it turned out his motherland already had such an excellent young man, and that young man was also kind-hearted. Just now, when he had shared the photos he took on the snow peak with others, everyone had seen the TK flag and Chinese flag fluttering in the wind on the top of Mount Everest. When they saw the TK flag, they were sure this young man was definitely the Knight; who else would plant the TK flag?

In the corner of the camp, Lei Ming suddenly said in a deep voice, "Make a call and ask the base camp. I believe he won’t die, because he is the Knight."

It was as if everyone’s heart was suddenly ignited by a fire, yes, he was the Knight!

The American team leader picked up the satellite phone again under the hopeful gazes of everyone.

...

Ren He was swiftly navigating through the snow on the mountain. His eyebrows were already coated with ice, and his whole face was cold. He was grateful that he had put on the Red Scarf before, or else a larger area of his face would have endured the frost.

Thankfully, his skin was far more resilient than the average person’s, so he hadn’t suffered any frostbite yet.

His speed was too fast, and without effective means of braking, he could only try to turn his skis sideways on the straight snow tracks, slowly decelerating against the resistance between the accumulated snow and the skis, maintaining his speed below 120 at all times.

Some people seek the ultimate speed because that’s where the thrill of downhill skiing lies, but their experiences have always been on obstacle-free, wide-open slopes.

But Ren He was different. He was faced with the most authentic forces of nature, where being too fast could really mean death.

Moreover, he was acutely aware that after passing the Camp 2 where the slope became less steep, he had to deal with countless ice pinnacles and a huge icefall. He didn’t want to slow down, he had to slow down!

At this moment, his experience in downhill cycling came into play. Ren He knew very well the precise speed he needed to safely navigate past those ice pinnacles.

But the biggest problem was still the icefall...

He had been flying down the snow tracks for more than ten minutes, his nerves constantly on edge, limbs beginning to cool due to the external temperature, yet his heart was warm.

The snow rose behind him; Ren He on these tracks was like a jet with a tail wing, leaving a trace behind, and fortunately, not triggering an avalanche...

Having passed half a kilometer beyond Camp 2, he was approaching the icefall!

Ren He weaved through the ice pinnacles, doing his best to reduce his speed here.

In his heart, he had already made a rough decision!

When Ren He reached the icefall at a speed of over 70, he leaped towards the top of a slightly shorter ice pinnacle in front of the icefall. He intended to use the pinnacle to buffer the impact, then endure the remaining 3.8 meters of force. Otherwise, falling directly to the ground with a 6-meter drop at that speed meant certain death or crippling injury!

It wasn’t so much the height that was the issue, but his excessive speed!

All that was left in Ren He’s heart was calmness, success or failure hinged on this instant!

With a snap, Ren He’s skis landed steadily on top of the ice pinnacle, briefly cushioning before continuing towards the ground below. At this moment, he had succeeded. Ren He couldn’t help but let out a loud roar of triumph.

The rest of the snow track was no longer a challenge for him. He had truly done it!

There may have been people who skied down from Mount Everest before, and many had attempted it in his previous life, but he was the only one to directly challenge a nearly 3000-meter vertical drop!

...

When the American team leader called the 6000-meter camp with a nervous heart, he asked directly, "Has Knight returned yet?"

"What Knight?" The other side was clearly puzzled.

"Has An Si returned?" The American team leader realized that they at the base might not know Knight’s identity, so he asked by the person’s name.

"Oh, he came back a long time ago. I heard he even had time for a short ski," the other end of the line said.

"No, you’re wrong. He skied down from the top of Mount Everest! We watched him jump down from Mount Everest with our own eyes! John! He’s Knight, yes, you heard right, he’s that Knight. As the first person to summit Mount Everest without oxygen, and then ski down challenging a 3000-meter elevation drop, he succeeded! He’s Knight! He’s the greatest sporting genius I’ve ever seen in my life!" the American team leader practically babbled upon hearing that Knight had returned to camp.

The one on the other end of the phone clearly hadn’t caught up... Skiing down from Mount Everest? Wasn’t it just a short casual ski they mentioned? A short stretch in your terms is a 3000-meter vertical drop?

Wait, what did the American team leader say? That guy is Knight?!

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This Chapter was added for "Let Me Love You Once More" league master. Hmm, there will also be a fifth update today; those who can’t wait can read it in the morning after they wake up... I’ll continue writing.