English Novel
Chapter 211: 208 Extreme Environment Training
Chapter 211: Chapter 208 Extreme Environment Training
“Finally, back home!”
Stepping onto his native land, Bi Fang felt that every breath he took was sweet, surrounded by familiar faces and the comforting mother tongue.
“Then I’ll have Liu Qian contact you later,” said Wang Yongbo as he walked down the plane, carrying his briefcase and bidding farewell to Bi Fang.
Bi Fang nodded. He looked around and adjusted his mask to fit more snugly.
Both of them had returned quietly, not even notifying their fan clubs. Otherwise, with Bi Fang’s current status, the airport might already have been overwhelmed by fans and reporters.
After parting with Wang Yongbo, Bi Fang casually hailed a taxi, prepared to go home and see what exactly the 5*5*2.5-sized thing was.
If it turned out to be useless, could he refuse it? Property prices in the Magic Capital were far from cheap.
However, Bi Fang had still underestimated his own popularity. In less than ten minutes from getting into the car, he noticed that the driver had glanced at him no fewer than ten times, averaging more than once a minute.
“Driver, stop looking. Do you recognize me?” Bi Fang pulled down his mask.
The moment the driver saw Bi Fang’s real face, he was shocked and then overjoyed, “Oh! You’re that, that big star, right? I’ve seen your videos and the magazines! Yes, magazines, I was just looking at them. You’ve been on several issues!”
The driver opened the storage compartment, which was crammed full of magazines. Being a frequent driver for airport pickups, he had collected quite a few and liked to read them in his spare time. He picked out a few and handed them to Bi Fang.
It was National Geographic!
There were three issues, and all of them had Bi Fang’s picture on the cover.
The first one featured the heavy snowfall in Mohe, with Bi Fang leading Wu Mingtao and the others in a battle for survival.
The second one showed a vast expanse of yellow sand, with Bi Fang emerging from underneath, climbing out of the ground.
The third issue, and the most recent, displayed a clear blue sky with white clouds, capturing the moment Bi Fang was flying a plane to guide a flock of geese.
After the magazine’s professional retouching, each picture had its own unique characteristic.
“This is the first time I’ve seen National Geographic use so many photos of the same person. They usually feature mostly landscape photos, and you rarely see people. You’ve almost got your own personal column now, amazing, truly amazing!”
The driver had watched all of Bi Fang’s videos and admired him immensely, considering him the epitome of manliness. Sometimes, he’d get so engrossed in watching that he’d forget to take orders.
It was just too thrilling and exciting!
Watching one video felt like watching an entire movie, no, even more exciting than a movie, because this was real life.
“Right, what happened to that group of poachers? I heard they even killed someone, didn’t they? Could they be sentenced to death?” The driver, reminded of the latest developments and having the concerned party right in his cab, felt compelled to inquire.
“The death sentence is out of the question, but they’ll probably spend their lives behind bars,”
Police had come to investigate while Bi Fang was hospitalized. However, with the live broadcast record, there wasn’t much doubt about the whole incident, as the evidence was irrefutable.
France was the first country in Europe to prohibit torture, yet it was the last in Western Europe to abolish the death penalty. Nevertheless, no matter how late they abolished it, it was, after all, abolished.
But with such a high-profile case, things didn’t look good for Legoff and his companions. Even if they didn’t get life sentences, several decades were the bare minimum, and without the possibility of bail. By the time they got out, they would be old men in their eighties or nineties, not even certain if they could catch a wild chicken.
The driver, filled with righteous indignation, spluttered, “It’s such a pity. Foreigners just have a screw loose, why abolish that thing? Those four, oh, five poachers should all have been taken out!”
“Exactly,” Bi Fang shook his head, equally baffled by foreigners’ way of thinking.
Feeling the validation from the “big shot,” the driver kept nodding, turning the conversation in various directions all the way to Bi Fang’s residential complex, seemingly reluctant to end the chat even as they arrived.
The driver, having dropped Bi Fang off at the entrance, took out a pen, “It’s not every day I drive a big star. I can’t take your money, please give me an autograph. Just sign on this magazine.”
As Bi Fang signed his name, he declined, “That wouldn’t be right.”
“Ah, don’t mention it, let’s just leave it at that,” said the driver, grabbing the magazine and zoomed away with a press on the gas pedal, leaving Bi Fang disheveled in the wind.
After replacing the pen cap, Bi Fang looked at the payment deduction notification on his phone, utterly confused by what the so-called waiver of the fare meant.
He had clearly used an app for the ride, and the system had deducted the payment…
“Ah!”
Bi Fang shook his head and turned to go home.
After being away for a month, the house was covered in a layer of dust. Bi Fang went straight to the basement door and asked the System to manifest the reward.
[Ding! Location selected, would you like to deploy?]
Bi Fang, looking at the spatial blueprint in his mind, decided to deploy it against the wall on the side.
[Ding! Deployment successful.]
As the system prompt finished, Bi Fang saw a huge piece of mechanical equipment suddenly appear out of nowhere in the basement, its upper edge almost touching the ceiling.
The entire apparatus was square and solid, with a dark metal frame glowing with a faint green light at its edges, and its body composed of thick quartz glass.
This sealed structure was currently empty, with several tubes beside it.
What does this mean?
Do I have to assemble it myself?
[Ding! Congratulations to the host on acquiring the underwater training equipment.]
Following the prompt, a detailed instruction manual appeared in Bi Fang’s hands, and after looking it over, he roughly understood.
Isn’t this just a sealed swimming pool?
Overall, it’s a machine that uses water resistance for training, but with many functions: it can increase pressure and oxygen, simulate various underwater environments and currents, and even speed up recovery by adding herbal ingredients to the water.
The herb formula includes, but is not limited to, cinnamon, Sichuan pepper, star anise plus a whole bunch of stuff Bi Fang couldn’t understand…
Bi Fang couldn’t help but rant; while these ingredients could indeed be used medicinally, isn’t it a bit too much to mix them all together? Isn’t this underwater training, but rather a scaled-up pressure cooker?
After tapping the thick glass wall, Bi Fang accepted it; after all, drawing Tai Chi in a ten-pull was already quite good, and to get such a useful big gadget was definitely a windfall.
Actually, it was an excellent tool for training in diving. Normally, training in diving is very dangerous, but with this device, Bi Fang could stop at any time and simulate various underwater environments. The extreme pressure could even reach the equivalent of 500 meters underwater.
In reality, the deepest freediving record without equipment is 113 meters, while the record with equipment is 332 meters.
Here, the term “without equipment” means truly with bare hands, not using oxygen tanks, without relying on any external devices during the dive or ascent, propelling oneself solely with physical strength and holding their breath to brave the deep sea.
Physiologists have calculated that the limit for human deep diving is only around 100 meters, which shows the true potential of the human body.
Thinking of this record, Bi Fang rubbed his hands, eager to find out his own current limit of adaptation.
After connecting the water hose, Bi Fang began to fill the equipment. When it was filled, he took a deep breath and entered the device.
The device automatically sealed, and the water pressure began to change according to Bi Fang’s will.
Five meters, ten meters.
An average person, without the aid of any tools, can generally dive around 10 meters.
Those with slightly poor physique might only manage around 5 meters.
But Bi Fang felt he could go further: fifteen meters, twenty meters, twenty-five meters.
At this depth, he began to feel the pressure, which was the same as what he had experienced in the Qaidam Aquatic Cave. When the pressure reached twenty-eight meters, Bi Fang’s face began to turn red.
Until thirty meters, Bi Fang started to struggle and asked the device to decrease the pressure.
The device was intelligent, reducing the pressure at a speed suitable for Bi Fang’s tolerance. This is also a very important aspect of diving because decompressing too quickly can lead to decompression sickness, and in severe cases, gas embolism!
This is the most dangerous thing in diving!
Can you imagine what it’s like to have a person’s blood vessels filled with bubbles?
“Hu!”
Resurfacing, Bi Fang took deep breaths and, looking at his record of thirty meters, knew what his training content would be next.
So far, ordinary exercises had little effect on him; to survive in more extreme wildernesses, he needed training in even more extreme environments!
The deep sea, the high peaks!
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