Hayward, down.
Watt, down.
The whole world spun around, and amidst the chaos and jolting, two men eagerly searched ahead for a figure. Then, to their astonishment, they both saw the unthinkable— the figure in the red number twenty-three jersey was still moving forward. Though his steps were staggered, he was refusing to fall.
Dammit!
Li Wei, holding his breath—
His muscles were tensed to the limit, invoking every muscle in his body as if he were a ballet dancer, spinning and leaping in a confined space, relying solely on determination to fight against the pull of gravity and the collision of inertia.
After a full three hundred and sixty-degree spin, his field of vision suddenly opened up.
There, a path appeared, small but straight, leading toward the far side of the sea.