Chapter 573: Very Reliable Fins (Part 1)

Chapter 573: Very Fin-tastic (Part 1)

Meng Fan was thrown off, and the viewers in the livestream room were also stunned for a moment, then burst into all sorts of reactions.

Some, like Meng Fan, thought it was unnecessary—if you couldn’t hold it in, wouldn’t you know to come up for air? Would you really suffocate or harm yourself? They felt the person in charge was making a mountain out of a molehill, or rather, was too timid, afraid of taking responsibility.

Besides, everyone knew Meng Fan, knew that his challenges along the way were all in good fun. Even if the fun involved breaking world records, his mindset was excellent, and he always did things he was confident about or made sure he had a handle on everything. How could he possibly joke about his own safety? Even if he had a bit of a risk-taking streak before, that was impossible now—he was about to become a father.

Some shared the same view as the diving pool manager, understanding the dangers of breath-holding or forced prolonged breath-holding, which could cause brain damage or irreversible respiratory system damage, posing certain risks. Given Meng Fan’s status, he really shouldn’t be taking risks for a playful challenge.

Nowadays, Meng Fan was irreplaceable in the sports world and as a spiritual idol for the nation’s youth, even globally in sports and among young people. Not to exaggerate as a spiritual totem, but at least a spiritual pillar. Whether it was brain damage or irreversible respiratory damage, even a minor injury would be a huge loss.

A small injury to Meng Fan, a big injury to the world!

Most people were just stirring the pot.

“The Iron God’s hundred-world-record challenge faces the greatest difficulty ever.”

“The diving pool becomes the Waterloo of the Iron God’s challenge.”

“Iron God challenge, failed!”

“Shock! The reason the Iron God failed his hundred-world-record challenge is this!”

Clearly, compared to a successful challenge, netizens were more willing and eager to see Meng Fan fail, even if this failure wasn’t really a failure.

This guy was just too smooth, too powerful.

Come on, he had to hit a snag sometime!

Faced with this sudden, unexpected but truly reasonable difficulty, Meng Fan decisively chose to give up.

“Bro, stop shouting, I won’t hold my breath anymore.”

Meng Fan called out to the person in charge, looking helpless.

The person in charge gave an apologetic smile: “Iron God, it’s not that I’m not cooperating, I have to think about the bigger picture. If there’s no danger in the challenge, whatever you want to try, I’ll support it, one hundred percent. But if there’s risk, I have no choice but to back off.”

“Guarantee safety.”

Meng Fan opened the bag he’d brought, pulling out a swim cap, goggles, and fins, saying: “I’ll dive in the diving pool, that’s safe enough, right?”

The person in charge paused, seeing Meng Fan wasn’t joking, and said: “That is indeed safe.”

The people around and those in the livestream laughed—what kind of game was this? They’d never seen anything like it.

Everyone knew about Meng Fan’s legendary whale-riding in the South China Sea, knew he was great at diving, but diving was supposed to be in the ocean, or at least in a deep lake. Diving in a diving pool? Even if the pool was deep, it was only five or six meters—you could dive without any gear.

Meng Fan put on his gear, and everyone laughed even more. His massive frame in fins had a strangely alluring awkwardness.

Meng Fan got into the water, moved around a bit, placed a few GoPros underwater, and then explained to the livestream: “I was planning to challenge underwater breath-holding today, but now I’ll just challenge the single-fin leap out of the water. Simply put, I’ll swim from the bottom to the surface at maximum speed, and the height from my fingertips to the water surface when I exit is the leap distance. My height gives me a bit of an advantage here. The world record is 2.3 meters, which for me is basically just straightening my body out of the water—my height plus arms should be enough. There’s no precise equipment here, so if I can leap out of the water and my fins also leave the water, that’s a successful challenge. If you understand, type 666 in the chat.”

“666! Even though I didn’t get it.”

“Roughly understand—Iron God leaps out, if he clears the water, it’s a success.”

“Sounds easy, hahaha.”

“Upstairs, try jumping out of waist-deep water with your feet leaving the surface, and I’ll call you impressive.”

“It’s like fish flicking their tails out of the water.”

“I don’t get it but I like Iron God’s new skin—want to buy the same.”

In the livestream frame, Meng Fan had already dived to the bottom of the pool, gently pressing the water to anchor himself.

He gave a thumbs-up to the camera, then started to exert force, his body twisting in a rapid wave motion, fins cutting through the water, propelling him upward at incredible speed.

The livestream was captured by a high-tech camera, perfectly shot, as if a dedicated diver was following him.

Meng Fan got closer and closer to the surface, his head broke the water, his body burst out.

Chua!

Meng Fan shot out of the water like a cannonball.

His entire body flew out, like a fish leaping, splashing water. His body extended to the fins, shimmering as if with special effects.

Beautiful!

The scene seemed to slow down—Meng Fan was still rising.

His body was straight, his feet left the water, his fins left the water, with a very clear distance.

Visually, it was more than 2.3 meters—maybe even 3 meters!

“Holy crap! So that’s what leaping out means! It made me want to leap out too—don’t get the wrong idea, I just peed myself!”

“I %#￥%#……￥%…… Is this even human!”

“You just finding out Iron God isn’t human?”

“Thought the world record was impressive, but never expected the Iron God’s ruthless miracle. Oh heavens and earth, suddenly I want to see him hold his breath!”

“That weight, that height!”

“King of the Seas indeed!”

“Look closely—I think there was a whale under him, pushing him out. If you don’t believe me, look again—I saw it!”

“You all see the sea king, but I see the waist king! That swaying waist swayed right into my heart, wrecked me!”

“Zhang Zhouwei, stop watching, come back and bring me ten skewers of grilled kidneys to recover!”

Meng Fan fell back into the water, straight down to the bottom, then sat there, holding his breath, not moving.

Seconds ticked by, and the diving pool manager panicked.

“Drain the water, drain it, hurry!”

Shouting, he jumped into the pool himself, rushing toward Meng Fan, yelling and bubbling.

Meng Fan saw him and even dodged.

But he only dodged for a moment before getting out, just teasing the manager.

(Chapter End)