At the same time, he is also an avid outdoor mountaineer, capable of enduring rigorous physical training in the most demanding wilderness conditions. The energy of Red Bull fuels him. "Husband! Go on! Ying'er is cheering for you!" Ying'er clapped her little pink hands and cheered enthusiastically in the air. High-light roared, "I have become a god! My momentum is unstoppable!" Indeed, under the focused attention of the journalists and the dense crowd, High-light launched forward with powerful intensity. Starting with three steps, then progressing to five, and then surging to ten—no, he soared into the air. He performed a push-up that lifted him off the ground, then executed a flying leap through the air. His Shaolin martial arts skills unfolded seamlessly. When he passed Dong Jiao, Dong Jiao was thrilled and exclaimed, "Go on, husband!" "How surprising! The beautiful celebrity, usually so shy, is now boldly calling out her husband's name. High-light feels as sweet as honey in his heart. At this moment, a crowd of reporters is buzzing with revelations: 'Ladies and gentlemen, viewers at home, an exciting mountain-climbing competition has just begun! On the field, three contestants are engaged in a special race. Leading the way is Mr. Shawn, the international director. Second is Dong Jiao—no, Mr. Gao Liang has caught up with her now! It seems that Gao Liang is truly unleashing his explosive power! He's charging forward alongside Ms. Dong Jiao, heading straight toward Mr. Shawn, who's fifty meters ahead. Can he truly surpass this athlete-turned-director? We'll be watching closely...' Viewers at home, seeing Mr. Gao Liang, the CEO of our 'Wish to Become a God' group, and the popular beauty Dong Jiao racing side by side, are immediately captivated by the elegant pairing of a handsome man and a stunning woman. They cheer enthusiastically: 'Go, Mr. Gao! Go, Ms. Dong! Pass Shawn! Pass him!' " "Yes! For our Chinese nation! For Shaolin Temple! For Kyoto University of Media and Communication!"... The sense of national pride surged, and everyone felt a deep, heartfelt love for their country. "I love our Chinese nation! Let's support our Chinese film and television industry!" Dong Jiao, with her clear and resonant voice, passionately declared. As a beautiful celebrity, her influence was powerful—whether on the mountain trail or in front of television screens, her words stirred a wave of enthusiasm. Gao Liang shouted, "The film and television industry of our Chinese nation is the best in the world! We believe that with dedication and effort, we can produce the finest film and television works!" Gao Liang, a successful business leader, commanded strong appeal through his voice. Dong Jiao and Gao Liang's voices inspired everyone present, and together they echoed, "Our Chinese nation is the best in the world! Our Chinese nation stands proudly among the world's great civilizations!" The Chinese dragon has awakened! The Chinese dragon has now displayed its majestic strength! "O China, our mountains stand tall with proud heads; O China, our rivers flow with passionate vigor; O China, our trees are rooted together; O China, our clouds embrace one another— the vast plains are adorned like silk ribbons, the fields woven into colorful tapestries. When the wind of China stirs, the mighty roar of China's strength fills the sky! O China, our lands are splendidly beautiful; O China, our resources are abundant; O China, our people are the most diligent; O China, our athletes are truly brilliant. Guests from all over come to visit, friends from every continent gather together. When the wind of China stirs, the mighty roar of China's strength fills the sky..." Dong Jiao, with her vibrant, soaring voice, sings in praise of our great China. Indeed, this mountain-climbing event has already been live-broadcast by numerous television stations. Now, China Central Television is live-streaming the event, allowing audiences across the nation to join in singing along. Dong Jiao once again becomes the "Definitely have to surpass Shawn! Let our Chinese nation shine!" Whether on the field, in the stands, or in front of the television screens, everyone's voices were in perfect unison. The entire Chinese populace was rallying behind Gao Liang and Dong Jiao. Rallying for our nation! Rallying for the honor of our Chinese nation! Now, the most crucial moment of the competition had arrived. Shawn was just 100 meters from the summit, while our Dong Jiao and Gao Liang were fighting side by side. They were heart-to-heart; who would win or lose no longer mattered so much—what mattered was that they had to defeat Shawn. They could not lose, absolutely not to this Frenchman. "Husband! Go, go! For our Chinese nation!" Dong Jiao cheered for Gao Liang. Ying'er also called out to Gao Liang in the air: "Husband! No matter what happens—I'll always support you!" I've assessed the situation, and Sean is truly impressive. If you don't bring your absolute best to the race, even if you give it your all, you'll still have to fight through it! Only by striving can you win—victory is earned through effort, husband! You absolutely have to give it your all!" "Rest assured, my dear Ying! This time, I'm fully committed!" High Light replied to the empty space where Ying was. Of course, High Light communicated with Ying through brainwave consciousness. Ying transformed into a butterfly, dancing a graceful spin before High Light, instantly revitalizing his spirit. "Jiao'er! Don't worry—I'll do my best!" After saying this to Dong Jiao, High Light gathered his energy and set off toward Sean, who was 100 meters away. Sean's expression carried a look of contempt. "Hah! Right now, I've only 50 meters to go—while you still have 150. I've already won!" He immediately increased his intensity, doing push-ups while confidently enjoying his lead. The crowd roared, shouting, "Gao Liang! Gao Liang!" Wow! What on earth is that—some kind of push-up? "No, not a push-up at all. He's now transformed into a wild leopard! With just a simple stance on his feet, he leaps into the air and soars upward!" Someone in the crowd gasped in astonishment. "Absolutely spectacular!" Many clapped their hands in approval. Gong Jiao noticed that at this moment, Gao Liang was radiating boundless explosive power. This kind of momentum was beyond ordinary—so swift and dynamic that he had closed the gap with Xiong in a flash, now only ten meters away. At this point, Xiong was stunned. He hadn't expected Gao Liang to leap over him—how could he have done that? Xiong, determined not to let him pass, silently drew a short gun from his long leather boots, a cold, calculating smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Gao Liang! You're going to die!" An attack using a silent pistol—so subtle and unexpected that not even the crowd had anticipated it. And Gao Liang? Not stupid at all. Old Zhi finally broke through his limits, activated his full energy, and now he's engaging you in direct competition. Yet you're launching a surprise attack—straight at his life. If it weren't for Old Zhi's spiritual sight clearly seeing what's happening, you'd truly have managed to frame him. Still, Old Zhi's playing his cards. "Crack!" A heavy thud as the bullet strikes our high-light. High-light had been ready—dodging in place, then feigning a sharp cry of pain, collapsing to the ground, motionless, his body convulsing.