Chapter 687: Winter Swimming

The clear ice surface still proudly displayed the white cracks spreading like a spiderweb, and the river, completely sealed by ice, exuded an astonishing chill.

Bi Fang had always been somebody who dared to think and act, and to the surprise of the audience, he stripped off all his clothes, leaving nothing but a pair of shorts.

The cold wind was still biting, and as it blew, capillaries naturally had a physiological reaction, contracting quickly to reduce the heat flowing out. Bi Fang felt as if he were wrapped in a blanket of ice, each needle-like prick biting into his skin.

Not to mention swimming, it would take great courage for a normal person just to get into the water.

Every breath was uncomfortable, with the icy chill pouring down the throat straight into the lungs, as if each alveolus was forming a layer of frost in the low temperatures. But this, compared to being exposed to the cold wind, was less bone-chilling than what was to come next.