A sense of weightlessness washed over him.
The wind roared in his ears.
The moment he established a Spiritual Link with the Wingsuit, Han Feng felt as if he had truly grown a pair of wings.
He could clearly feel every wisp of air flowing past the Wing Membrane.
He could also perceive the difference in lift caused by the slightest change in his posture.
This sensation was, in essence, identical to the state of Human-Machine Unity he experienced when piloting the "Hunting Falcon" fighter jet.
He didn't circle clumsily like Wang Meng.
Nor did he glide cautiously like the other students.
His body unfurled in midair.
His movements were as fluid as a fish swimming through water.
With just a simple turn of his body and an adjustment to the angle of his arms, his body carved an exceptionally graceful and smooth arc through the sky.
He aimed precisely for the red circle on the ground.
