Chapter 224: Chapter 221: Who Says the Huaxia People Can’t Create Miracles?


    A coat, two inneryers, a pair of long pants, and a bath towel.


    Besides the pants worn to avoid any pixtion effects, Bi Fang spread out each of these clothes within the life raft, arranging them like a vendor disys his wares, allowing them to evaporate and dry with the utmost efficiency.


    [Wow, a boss who doesn’t wear long johns! Truly worthy of you, Master Fang!]


    [Why is your focus so strange?]


    [The pants are lined with fleece, right? Is it really okay to seriously discuss this?]


    Bi Fang selectively ignored the barrage ofments from his online friends. After airing out for so long, the raft had started to be humid and warm, which made him more irritable andpounded his difort. However, to drink water, he had no choice but to do this.


    Tiny droplets slid down the funnel-shaped tent top, gradually dripping down, while Bi Fang opened his mouth wide below to catch each precious drop of freshwater.


    Without a container, this was the only way he could do it. As water droplets slid from top to bottom, they would carry many smaller droplets. After drinking for a while, he could rest briefly and allow the little droplets to condense again.


    Because of the temperature difference between the inside and outside, the water drops condensed quite quickly. Approximately every ten to twenty minutes, he could moisten his mouth again.


    Drifting at sea was not a simple matter. Bi Fang’s previous estimate of twenty kilometers was conservative. Observing the color of the seawater, he even suspected that he had strayed far from the continental shelf, hundreds of kilometers from the coast!<div>


    When he mentioned this possibility, the viewers were astounded.


    [Hundreds of kilometers? Is Master Fang joking?]


    [Can you really tell from that distance? Can humans see hundreds of kilometers?]


    [Did the production crew actually not n for Master Fang to make it ashore?]


    “Of course, humans can see hundreds of kilometers, not to mention hundreds of light-years. Otherwise, how could you see the stars? Whether you can see an object primarily depends on the object’s size and brightness. As long as it’s big enough and bright enough, you can even see Pris.”


    “Do you remember when I scanned the surroundings standing on the helicopter? Since Earth is a sphere, standing on its surface, our straight line of sight can only reach a portion of it. How far we can see depends on its diameter. This is a bitplicated, so let me just give you the conclusion.”


    “On a clear day, the farthest distance a person can see over the sea can be estimated using the equation distance squared = 16.88h.”


    “Where h is the height of your eyes above sea level, with h in meters and distance in kilometers. If someone’s eyes are 1.5 meters above sea level, then their visible distance is roughly five kilometers.”


    [Holy moly, what’s with this feeling like I’m back in math ss?]


    [I came to watch the live broadcast, not to solve math problems, survival scum!]


    [Make it simpler, talk in a simpler way.]


    [It’s soplicated that you won’t exin it which feels so real. I have limited knowledge; just hearing this makes me cough.]


    “And the height from which I dived, plus my height, puts me approximately 25 meters above the sea surface. If you calcte it that way, my visible distance is roughly twenty kilometers.”


    “Of course, this assumes clear weather and no haze in the air. And this is just one of my bases for judgment.” Bi Fang shook his head, pointing outside the tent, “I don’t know if you’ve seen the footage taken by the drone outside the tent. Did you notice that the seawater is particrly blue?”


    The director of photography quickly switched the shot to the drone outside the tent, ascending and filming from above, where the seawater was almost deep blue.


    It was profoundly terrifying.


    Especially since below the vast expanse of deep blue, only an orange life raft bobbed up and down.


    Extremely tiny.


    [Master Fang didn’t mention it at first, but once he did, my thssophobia started kicking in]<div>


    [Ah, I can’t watch this! Just looking at it, it feels like there’s some kind of monster in the water!]


    “My second basis is to look at how blue the sea is. This is an issue of light scattering. The deeper the water, the more thorough the scattering of blue and violet light, so the bluer the sea appears to us.”


    “This sea is nearly deep blue, so I estimate its depth to be at least 150 meters. Within the continental shelf, the depth of the water generally doesn’t exceed 200 meters. Reaching a depth of 150 meters means we are already very far from the coastline, hundreds of kilometers is pretty normal.”


    Inside the helicopter, Jerret turned to his safety assistant Pondy, “Is he right?”<div>


    Pondy scratched his head, slightly embarrassed. Although he was a safety assistant and knew about visibility, judging location by the color of seawater was something he had heard about but never aplished. Faced with Jerret’s question, all he could do was speak the truth.


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    “I know there’s this method, but I can’t make that deduction; only a fisherman who has spent a lifetime fishing might possibly do it. However, we did indeed fly nearly three hundred kilometers from the shore.”


    Jerret was shocked. Although Pondy wasn’t an expert in this area, he was a safety professional. With an age of over forty, he had a wealth of experience and a strong understanding of many marine First Aid knowledge. Could it really be that even he couldn’t make a judgment?


    It seemed that the scores they had given to Bi Fang might have underestimated him.


    Just how many more skills did this guy have that he hadn’t shown yet?


    Jerret couldn’t help but raise Bi Fang’s strength in his mind again. It was hard to imagine that such seasoned judgment could be found in a twenty-five-year-old young man!


    Experience was something that required time and a broad range of encounters to umte, while physical strength would decline as one grew older.


    Rich experience and abundant physical strength, two seemingly contradictory qualities, were both present in one person!


    In films and television, he would definitely be the absolute protagonist who wins the hearts of beautiful women!


    The world would pay attention, no, it was already paying attention!


    A true genius!


    Nature’s darling!<div>


    A born Adventurer!


    These titles naturally sprang up in Jerret’s mind. He even found it hard to imagine, what Bi Fang would be at forty, no, not forty, thirty, or even just five more years from then?


    Still at the physiological peak of humans, but with five more years of growth, how formidable would Bi Fang be?


    By then, would there be any difference for him between any ce on Earth and his own backyard?


    “Whew!”


    Having solved the water problem, Bi Fang took a deep breath, unzipped the zipper slightly, and poked half his face out to breathe in fresh air to relieve his dizzy brain.


    After a while, he zipped up again and felt much fresher.


    Bi Fang rubbed his face and continued to chat with his audience.


    There wasn’t much he could do with the rough seas outside, but once the waves calmed down a bit, he could try some methods to catch fish.


    Although the task restrictions were virtually nonexistent for him now, it was still better toplete them. Completing tasks brought rewards, which were his assurance of bing continuously stronger and the prerequisite for him to keep exploring areas where humans were forbidden.


    “Actually, surviving twenty-one days at sea is not impossible. To my knowledge, the longest known survival time adrift at sea is 133 days…”


    So, to retain his audience as much as possible, Bi Fang was sharing all the knowledge he had. But before he could finish, the audience was already shocked by the number.


    133 days, what kind of monster is this?<div>


    Master Fang had only survived for a little over an hour and was already suffering so much, so who was this person who drifted at sea for a third of a year?


    Could it be without vomiting bile?


    [It must be some big shot who’s challenging the limits, right? They must have brought some food, right?]


    [Is it someone from Ugly Country? I feel like only people from Ugly Country would dare to court death like this!]


    [Indeed, people from Huaxia don’t seem to like taking on extreme challenges. Perhaps it’s our body structure that’s not up to it.]


    Whenever the topic of ultimate survivales up, the audience thinks of some Western images.


    Even the examples Bi Fang previously mentioned involved foreigners, like getting lost in the desert while running a marathon, not dying from wrist-cutting, diving, breath-holding, and other records were all created by foreigners.


    It’s almost as if they represented the human spirit of daring to challenge Nature and never giving up.


    It seemed that pushing the limits of nature had nothing to do with the Huaxia people.


    But this time Bi Fang chuckled, “Then you are very wrong. The creator of this record is not someone else, but a native Huaxia person!”


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