"Of course." Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "If you don't believe it, then I might as well go down first."
After speaking, Lin Chuan grabbed his ski poles and pushed off, instantly leaping down. Lin Chuan didn't brake but bent his body forward slightly, tightly holding the ski poles with his center of gravity slightly forward. Tang Yumeng was stunned: "Lin Chuan, slow down."
Whoosh...
Far from slowing down, Lin Chuan instead charged towards a small, simple obstacle on the side. He quickly crossed the obstacle and the elastic force of the obstacle propelled him forward.
Whoosh...
The scene instantly caused a commotion, as many people watched Lin Chuan jump to a height of three or four meters, rushing down the mountain at high speed. Mid-air, Lin Chuan still maintained a slightly crouched pose, using his knees to cushion the landing and reduce the strain on his body.
Boom...
A large amount of snow splattered, and Lin Chuan swiftly burst out from among the snowflakes.
