Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 783 - 780: Volcano Surfer!
The sky was a murky gray, with dense smoke billowing.
Everywhere the eyes turned, choking dust was the sight, and the sea surged like silk in the wind.
The seawater boiled, scorching steam ascended into the sky, spouting, thinning, then cooled and liquefied by the surrounding environment, forming a visible mist that rapidly rolled above the sea surface, spreading and expanding.
Immense thermal currents formed above the sea, alternating between cold and hot, expanding and contracting, the air began to flow violently, followed by strong winds.
The fog spread even more fiercely.
The entire sea was like a huge lung deep within a volcano, contracting and expanding, each expansion releasing endless poison gas.
The fog was the messenger of the volcano, resembling the climax of a horror film, where you know there's a monster in the basement, yet as you enter, the door hinge screeches shrilly, and there is no escape.
Heaven and Earth are a furnace, all things are copper!
A scene typical of a natural disaster.
From ripples appearing on the water's surface to the sudden swelling of the sea into a huge blister, everything happened within a mere few minutes, yet the emotions of the crowd surged time and again, stretched to an unbearable height.
Everyone's heart clenched, breathless as if on scene.
Burning hot, blinding, parched, and sore.
If the canvas could be lifted, one would see that Bi Fang's skin had already turned a bright red, like a piece of copper thrown into a furnace for smelting, or like a big shrimp scalded by boiling water.
Bi Fang felt he might be more like the latter, in a sorry state.
Each alveolus seemed to have been scorched by flames, turned into charcoal, and finally dissipated as a dry breath, escaping from his cracked throat into the furnace.
His tendons and bones trembled, unsure whether it was caused by the shaking of the sea or the body itself being stretched to the limit.
A moistness in his nose, Bi Fang wiped it with his hand, staining the pure white canvas with a smear of crimson.
How long had it been since he saw his own blood flow so freely.
Bi Fang took a deep breath, holding all the foul smell in his throat, then turned his head and spat it out to one side, followed by a cracked smile, his parched lips immediately bleeding from the cracks.
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Perhaps it was the inhalation of too much hydrogen sulfide, Bi Fang's head felt swollen but was incomparably clear, his thoughts chaotic yet lucid.
What is its essence?
What is its inner structure?
Emperor Marcus Aurelius of ancient Rome asked the world.
Play familiarizes people with their surroundings, laughter makes fear easier to control.
Survival is a paradox that seems true but isn't.
Only with great self-control is there greater value—being able to realize that no matter what you face, even Death itself, it should feel inconsequential.
Recognize how precious, how miraculous life is, and know deep within that you have already achieved your dreams.
Disease or any disaster—was just a gift.
To survive, one must temper oneself in the "furnace" of danger, even if surrounded by the dead, continue to live with a smile.
If I could scare myself once every day, I would become better.
Better indeed!
Blood flowed from the cracks in his lips, adding a vivid red to his pale visage.
Accompanied by hearty laughter, the sea burst forth completely, as if a haze blurred the vision, like being close to an exploding bomb.
From a high vantage point, the overstretched sea surface ruptured, countless eruptions, ash, and steam were ejected, dispersing in all directions.
It was as if...
God had squeezed a pimple on Earth.
Millions of tons of majestic seawater poured down, carrying unstoppable momentum, ensnaring the currents, rushing forth.
The exuberant laughter was drowned out under the giant waves.
Silenced.
Everyone's eyes widened, their hearts plummeting to the depths, staring fixedly at the screen, unwilling to miss a single frame of the action.
However, the disappointment did not last long.
Or rather, he never disappoints!
In just a few seconds, a white line burst forth from the waves, showcasing its unmatched presence to everyone!
The massive waves scattered in all directions, and the wooden boat shot forth like an arrow with the wind!
It was an unmistakable scene, just as everyone upon first seeing the Mona Lisa would be captivated by her smile!
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In the midst of towering waves, Bi Fang clung tightly to the tow rope, riding the Viking as the whole of him launched forward, propelled by this massive swell toward the distant horizon!
Sensibility spread without end.
The wild wind blew, carrying a hearty laugh of unbridled joy!
Surfing originated from the Polynesian Islands in the Pacific Ocean, where the first surfboards were made of wood and all had no fins.
Europeans first witnessed surfing in 1767, recorded by sailors who had been catching dolphins in Tahiti.
Later, Lieutenant James King noted the art of surfing in Captain Cook's journal in 1777 after Captain Cook's death. And before that, surfing had already existed in Polynesia for several centuries.
Afterward, surfing rapidly developed and continued in Hawaii.
Then in 1992, a big wave surfer named Laird invented a technique known as tow-in surfing.
Previously, it was impossible to catch a 10-meter wave by paddling with manpower, but being towed into the wave at high speed by a motorboat, one could successfully achieve the necessary speed for surfing.
This type of surfing completely changed the dimensions of surfboards, making them smaller and lighter. By the late 1990s, surfers were riding waves over 20 meters high.
What was once impossible became possible.
Twenty meters, thirty meters were not out of the question—the only limit was how high Earth's waves could go!
But nobody had ever dreamed that one day humans would surf on volcanoes!
No way!
Impossible!
Unthinkable!
"This must be the greatest surfing of this century, no, in the history of mankind!"
"My God..."
"I don't know what to say, but this is magical."
Sea status.
Currents and wind direction.
Wind and sail status.
Hoist the sail, raise the sail, control the sail, lean the vessel, find the wind!
Balance!
Everything was perceived, everything was under control!
He was like a robust killer whale, sprinting through roaring waves and towering surges!
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room broke through to thirty million, every single server at Wolf Fang was serving one man at this moment.
The fans whirred audibly, raising concerns about their load capacity.
Numerous famous video platforms around the world were providing live broadcast services.
Twitch, YouTube—these global platforms were not in short supply.
18 years CS:GO finals 1 million+.
18 years E3 Microsoft conference 2.9 million+ The total views of E3 reached 97.6 million, as well as over 21.2 million indices.
The Fortnite concert broke the viewing record with 1.2 million spectators.
The live performance by Italian classical singer Andrea Bocelli was viewed by 2.8 million, setting a world record for the most-watched live broadcast of a classical concert.
Whether it's donations, online viewership, or the number of fans and so forth, world records are mostly held by Twitch, and the records continue to be broken, with the possibility of doubling every three years.
Of course, these millions are far from the peak; there are many major events, such as League of Legends.
But those are broadcasted by all major platforms and television stations together; the total number is the record, and if divided among different providers, it's no longer recognized.
The world record for viewers set was attributed to the whole event, not to any particular platform.
True ten-million-follower status is only found on Twitch, not domestically—this is a question of basic volume since they are not equivalent. Although the domestic market is vast, internationally it faces the whole world and is not limited to one's own country. As for why domestic platforms have recorded over a hundred million viewers, no one is sure.
Until last year.
Across the globe, no one's live broadcast records could surpass this one person, who consistently attracted millions of viewers, easily breaking ten million at peak times, and was still growing at the terrifying pace of a million more regular viewers per broadcast.
Locally, he was known as Master Fang.
Internationally, he was called GOD·FANG.
He was the God of the Wilderness!
Firm belief in his omnipotence in desolate places!
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