The thin air at three thousand meters elevation carried a piercing, cold edge that cut straight through heavy fabric. Far below the sheer rock ledge, the sunlit granite slopes of Razorwing Gap buzzed with high-intensity focus, framed by towering alpine pines that rustled in the biting high-altitude winds.
Below the divide, the two-kilometer incline rose sharply at a daunting thirty-five-degree angle—a treacherous wall of loose gravel, jutting rock outcroppings, and steep, unstable mountain terrain.
For Team B, the challenge was an absolute demonstration of raw physical power. Wu Haoran hoisted two massive structural timber beams over his shoulders, his back muscles straining against his shirt as he marched up the steep ridge with heavy, deliberate strides.
