Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 789 - 786 Fame Spreads Far and Wide

Beach House.

The mailman, carrying the latest issue of the magazine, rang the doorbell and while waiting, looked up and squinted his eyes dazzled by the sun.

Wave after wave broke on the shore, and groups of young people emerged from the coconut grove, carrying their surfboards, stepping on the soft, fine white sand, their laughter and chatter incessant, as the shadows of trees interlaced, casting beautiful patterns on the delicate white skin of the girls, and together with the seagulls' cries, composed a beautiful midday scene.

This is Hawaii, where there are only two seasons each year, summer and winter.

It was the beginning of May, and the bustling summer had already begun. Travelers from all around the globe gathered here to enjoy the unique beauty of Hawaii.

How wonderful.

The mailman muttered in admiration, just as the cabin's small door opened. After a brief exchange, he handed over the subscribed magazines and didn't bother to close the door again.

It was early in the morning, time to open up for business.

The magazines were brought to the counter, their bindings cut with scissors, a swift swipe of the hand, and several magazines were laid open one by one.

Without looking closely, the magazines were inserted into a nearby rack for display. However, when the last magazine was placed, its cover suddenly became very eye-catching. It was held in hand and not put on the newspaper shelf for a long while.

"Isn't the cover of 'SURFER' always a photograph? When did they start using composite images?"

Someone nearby spoke up. Looking up, it was a few tourists, the very ones the mailman had just seen coming out of the coconut grove.

One of them was clearly a loyal reader of "SURFER," or rather, if you liked surfing, there wasn't anyone who wasn't a fan of the surfing magazine. A tourist, with permission, took the magazine from the shop owner, staring at the cover with a puzzled expression.

On the cover, a grey column of volcanic ash occupied half the sky, while the other half was indeed taken up by surging, undulating blue waves. Above the waves, a dark figure leaped out, with white spray trailing behind, as if a deity.

What is this, a volcanic eruption?

And this wave? A tsunami, right?

Asians? Asians know how to surf?

The covers of surfing magazines have always pursued art and tension, but surely they wouldn't resort to using a composite photo to fool people, right?

A series of questions bubbled up inside. As a loyal reader, a hint of disdain appeared in his mind, and even more so, a sense of sorrow, a sadness that the beauty in his heart was being destroyed.

A female companion covered her mouth, shocked, "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

The others around were curiously peering over, and some recognized the person on the cover along with the female companion.

"Wait, Wright, have you not been online at all the past two days?"

"The day before yesterday and yesterday, sorry, I drank too much the day before yesterday and didn't wake up until last night, and you know, I'm not very fond of those electronic devices."

"You really are a weirdo."

"Say what you will." The man shrugged his shoulders and tapped the magazine in his hand, "So, you're not trying to tell me that this thing is real, are you?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Wright was dumbfounded.

The same scene unfolded above many surfing sanctuaries.

People flipped through the magazine over and over again, unable to put it down.

"Bi Fang, a name that was quite unfamiliar to you, and even to me, until today, because he has never shown even the slightest hint of prominence in the realm of surfing.

But in another realm, that of the wilderness and nature, hordes of fans love him and praise him.

Not until I saw the facts for myself did I suddenly realize that there is such a deity in the world of surfing. Yes, allow me to call him a deity, because I can think of no more apt a word."

A volcano, an erupting submarine volcano, spewing forth waves that were overwhelmingly turbulent and astonishingly powerful. Anyone who witnessed such a scene could feel nothing but awe, and perhaps terror, for it was a force unparalleled by human strength; a single small wave could tear everything asunder, leaving nothing behind.

In 1992, Laird and Darrick, along with other big wave surfers, invented the tow-in technique.

They used the speed of a motorboat to tow into the giant waves, thus achieving the velocity needed for successful surfing, making the previously impossible waves surmountable. This type of surfing completely changed the dimensions of surfboards, making them smaller and lighter. Surfers replaced their cumbersome 12-foot surfboards with sleek 7-foot ones, increasing speed and ease of manipulation.

By the late 1990s, surfers were already riding waves over 20 meters in height.

On January 10, 2004, Ugly Country's Pete Cabrinha successfully rode a 21.3-meter wave at the surfing spot Jaws on the north shore of Hawaii's Maui Island.

In 2008, a storm passed through the area, creating enormous waves. Ugly Country's Mike Parsons, off the coast of California at Cortes Bank, 160 kilometers from the shoreline, surfed a 23.4-meter wave, breaking the previous record.

On November 1, 2011, Ugly Country's Garrett McNamara challenged and conquered a wave height of 23.77 meters.

Koxa, 38 years old this year, currently holds the world record for the highest wave ever surfed, at 24.38 meters, the equivalent of an 8-story building.

The height of gigantic waves humans can challenge keeps increasing,

but everything changed today.

Volcanic surfing, a brand new path never before conceived, a brand new term.

35 meters, sorry, because there are no displacement sensors, this data is an estimate, but without a doubt, the actual height is definitely more than 35 meters, only higher, not lower.

Surfing a thirty-five-meter-high mega wave on top of an erupting submarine volcano!

Fluid, powerful style, muscles, and grace all perfectly combined.

Clearly, this is a superb shredder, Bi Fang with his nearly perfect muscles, nearly perfect control, and his miraculous experience and technique. Every time I see his sexy bullet muscles, I am reminded of the gills of a Shark in motion.

Explosively tense style and smooth lines easily define a new era.

This time, the surfing encapsulated a miraculous brilliance only someone raised in the ocean could capture.

Without a doubt, not just in this magazine, but within a few days, Bi Fang will almost certainly be reported by every mainstream media outlet in the world."

"SURFER" Magazine is merely a microcosm, as the editor-in-chief mentioned in the end, within a few days, Bi Fang will certainly be reported by every mainstream media outlet in the world.

It's news even more explosive than the widespread fame of Goose's journey across Europe.

Everyone was talking about it, videos were forwarded over and over, news was published time and again, articles were written one after another.

Social apps, media platforms, and web portals, until viewers' eyes were calloused from seeing so much, the fervor finally began to fade a bit.

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If one could say that Bi Fang had become "an overnight sensation" on the world stage before, at this very moment, he was nothing short of a household name.