The audience in front of the screen was mesmerized by Qi Xiao's moves:
[Ahhhh, so cool, Brother Qi! My screen almost cracked from the coolness!]
[Wow, these skills! So high-energy, a shortcut I never imagined!]
[Wall-top parkour is so wild! Did the director team insure this enough?]
[This isn't a hunter; it's basically a Snow Mountain version of 007!]
[Mom asked me why I'm watching the live stream on my knees]
Qi Xiao paused slightly at the edge of the ice wall before leaping down.
His knee-bending movement was clean and sharp; the tactical boots struck the ice with a crisp sound, scattering ice shards that glimmered in the sunlight.
Xu Ying unconsciously held her breath—as this distance allowed her to clearly see the frost on his brow and those wolf-like sharp eyes.
When Qi Xiao straightened, the muscles under his tactical outfit tensed, his whole persona like an unsheathed blade, radiating sheer fierceness.
