Qing Chen deployed his parachute and landed slowly. After he was re-boarded into the helicopter, he said, "Back to the starting point, let's try again!"
The second time, Qingchen got even closer to the target, only 3 meters away.
The third time, Qingchen gritted his teeth and slightly pulled back his right arm, then thrust himself toward the target. But the wind in the mountain stream was chaotic and turbulent, and it swirled him toward the cliff!
Sorel shouted from the helicopter, "Watch out!"
In an instant, Qing Chen narrowly missed the cliff edge. His left arm and shoulder grazed the sharp rocks on the cliff, and his helmet even sparked from the rocks.
Qing Chen was flung out like a kite with a broken string. Sorel shouted urgently, "Joker?! Don't pass out! Open the parachute!"
There was no response on the communication channel.
Watching Qingchen fall from a height of 600 meters to 400 meters, and then from 400 meters to 200 meters.
At that moment, a furious roar came through the communication channel!
He regained consciousness from the impact!
In the helicopter's view, Qing Chen suddenly stretched out his body, pulled hard with his right hand behind him, pulled the control strap open, and the drag chute deployed!
Sorel was so excited he almost cried: "God! Go check on him!"
The helicopter descended rapidly and landed on the ground. It was discovered that the flying squirrel suit on the left side of Qing Chen's body was completely torn. After taking off the flying squirrel suit, his entire shoulder and left arm were quickly bruised, and blood seeped from the surface of his skin.
Sorel checked and said, "His left shoulder is dislocated."
The next second, Qingchen stretched out his right hand and snapped his dislocated arm back into place.
Sorel: "???"
Qingchen sighed, "Luckily, the dragonfish was there to help, otherwise, it would have been even more troublesome if I had broken my bone."
Sorel said seriously, "Joker, you really can't train anymore, you'll die!"
Qing Chen suddenly looked at him seriously and said, "Sorel, if I don't fight with all my might, more people will die. Don't worry, I never joke with my own life. I know what I'm doing."
Knights never joke with their lives, because that's the path they're meant to take.
Of all the shortcuts in this world, this is the furthest one.
The family members watching from the helicopter looked at Qing Chen with awe. It was this same man who had repeatedly risked his life to return to the depths of City 10, bringing out more than six thousand people.
Nowadays, when members of the parent-teacher association talk about this parent, they almost want to have a drink before they start talking.
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On the afternoon of the third day, Qingchen tried twice more after his shoulder was reattached.
On the fourth day, Qingchen tried four times.
On the fifth day, Qingchen tried six times.
On the sixth day, Qingchen tried eight times.
He trained more often each day, and each time he was more cautious.
Qingchen knew very well that if he acted rashly, the consequences of broken bones and torn tendons would be a greater waste of time than trying several times.
Knights may be prone to reckless behavior, but they don't intentionally commit suicide!
On the seventh day, Qingchen boarded the helicopter as usual.
However, when Sorel was about to go up, he turned around and blocked him: "Sorel, you can't go today."
"Huh? Why!" Sorel asked, puzzled. "You can challenge me all you want, and I haven't stopped you."
Qing Chen laughed and said, "Not today, it's too dangerous today."
Sorel paused for a moment: "I'm not flying with you anymore, so where does the danger come from?"
Just then, the long-absent gunshots suddenly rang out again from the foot of the mountain, along with the roar of some terrifying beast.
Sorel's expression changed. He looked at the helicopter that was slowly taking off, only to find Qing Chen sitting calmly in the cabin, as if today was just another ordinary day and nothing would stop him from training.
Chapter 912, Yangyang!
Sorel saw four transport planes flying in the distance.
Each of the powerful transport helicopters carried a container, and the iron walls of the containers were covered with uneven fist marks, as if some monster inside was fiercely beating them.
Even from a distance, Sorel could hear thumping sounds coming from inside, but looking at it from afar, he had no idea what the container was.
The next moment, the four transport planes descended.
Before the containers even landed, someone climbed down the rope in mid-air. Standing on the containers, he used iron hooks to open the latches one by one.
Sorel's mouth dropped open as he watched the container door slowly open, but the inside remained completely dark.
Soon, six orc warriors rushed out, ignoring the ground height, and leaped directly from the container onto the pristine snow!
These orc warriors were humans who had been completely transformed into beasts by the incomplete gene serum, leaving only a sliver of their sanity.
They have chips embedded in the back of their necks, but the chips cannot completely control them; they can only transmit targets and provoke their anger with the simplest physiological stimuli.
Sorel's scalp tingled. Wasn't this the legendary werewolf?
Werewolves have appeared, so does that mean there are vampires too?!
There are 6 A-level orc warriors in one container, so 24 in four containers.
These 24 gene serums are the Storm Duke's biggest trump card for the Kingdom Organization.
However, one of the orc warriors did not immediately jump off the container.
It stood at the edge of the box and sniffed, seemingly detecting the 'human scent' above.
The orc warrior looked up and saw that it had actually climbed up by grabbing the edge.
The kingdom member who opened the box was torn to pieces!
Blood flowed down the container, falling like raindrops.
The orc warriors tried to climb the rope onto the helicopter, but the kingdom members were so frightened they almost wet themselves. They quickly pulled the emergency wrench and abandoned the rope completely.
The orc warrior plummeted along with the rope, narrowly missing the chance to crawl into the helicopter and wreak havoc.
Sorel looked up at Qing Chen in the helicopter: "Hey, do these things... really exist? Am I seeing things?"
This wingsuit flying instructor, who is not afraid of flying in the sky, was now experiencing leg tremors.
"Don't you need to stay and sort this out..." Sorel hadn't finished speaking when he saw the Airbus Puma take off, and Qingchen didn't even glance at it again.
In this situation, Qingchen either escaped alone.
Or perhaps, this Lord of Daylight simply didn't take the 24 orc warriors seriously at all.
"Ah!" Sorel was completely stunned: "Don't go!"
Just then, Xiaoqi walked over and patted Sorel on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, we're here for you."
"I don't think you can beat these beasts!" Sorel said in anguish. "There's a helicopter here, should we just run away?"
Xiao Qi burst into laughter: "You know nothing about our power."
"Do you have some other powerful figures hiding in the mountains? Like the demigods that are often mentioned in the news?" Sorel asked in surprise.
“We do have a demigod, Boss Zheng, but we don’t need Kunlun’s help to protect the parents. We, Bai Zhou and the Parents’ Association, can handle it ourselves,” Xiao Qi said. “You wait and see on the mountain. I’m going down to fight.”
After saying that, Xiao Qi rushed down the mountain.
But then they saw twenty-four wild beasts running wildly down the mountain path, their muscles as hard as steel bars.
In an instant, hundreds of people stood up simultaneously from the snow-covered mountains!
Sorel rubbed his eyes and looked closely, only to find that they were snow warriors wearing white ghillie suits.
So, it wasn't just 40 of the most elite parents who came to the meeting... they all came!
You know, what an honor it is to be a protector for parents! People fight tooth and nail for this kind of thing at parent-teacher meetings.
Now, after the passage of time, there are more B-level Zhunti Dharma practitioners than shadow troops. Recently, Luo Wanya has been thinking about forming a decapitation strike force.
Only a little over a hundred have arrived so far. The parents' meeting has already been quite restrained, since lying in the snow for seven days would really interfere with their spiritual practice.
These family members huddled in the snow every day, eating beef jerky and drinking snow when they were thirsty. Fortunately, they had all taken precautions against the cold, so being in the snow did not affect their blood circulation.
Contrary to Sorel's expectations of being afraid of death, his family members were extremely excited; they were genuinely afraid that these people wouldn't come!
If the Kingdom Organization doesn't come, then haven't they wasted six and a half days lying around?
Moreover, how can they gain merit if the Kingdom Organization doesn't come?
It's good that you're here!
In an instant, the family members, dressed in white ghillie suits and holding steel cables, rushed down the mountain like an avalanche, heading straight for the orc warriors!
"Six people per group, two pairs, just like we trained," Xiao Qi directed from the mountainside, a green laser pointer in his hand. "Group A1, find the first orc, Group A2, find the second one..."
In just half a minute, the assignment of which orc warrior each group should target was clearly determined.
When the parents' group encountered the orc warriors, they did not engage in direct combat. Instead, all six of them rushed forward together, using the steel chains in their hands to lasso an orc warrior before running away.
Although the orc warriors were A-rank, they had no concept of cooperative combat, and one orc could not withstand the combined pull of six B-rank cultivators!
The battles fought by parent-teacher conferences are not fierce, but they are relentless and seem never to end.
At this moment, orc warriors were bound with steel cables. Their families did not fight it head-on, but instead circled around it until its hands and feet were bound!
These orc warriors possessed immense strength; with a mere wave of their hands, they could swing steel cables and toss one or two family members into the air like they were on a giant swing.
But these family members are like leeches, their hands are stuck to a steel cable, no matter how hard you try to shake them off.
As the orc warrior was forced to stand still, trying to break free of the steel cable, gunshots rang out from the distant mountain ridge.
Palm-sized sniper bullets flew through the air one by one.
Suddenly, a bullet pierced the orc warrior's eye socket, spraying fragments of his skull, brain matter, and blood radioactively within a ten-meter radius behind him.
An orc warrior slowly fell to the ground, and its family members, who were responsible for dealing with it, immediately untied the steel chains and went to help the other groups.
No experts participated in this battle; the parents' association won entirely through collective strength and coordinated efforts.