"Low-altitude parachuting? Humph, it takes some skills," Fang Zheng snorted.
But no one responded to his comment because everyone's eyes widened and their hearts raced. They were doomed. The instructor must have forgotten his parachute.
They saw Su Weifeng, head over heels, falling rapidly. The speed kept increasing, and now, even if he deployed his parachute, it was too late. He was too close to the ground. With a thud, he slammed into the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Everyone was stunned. Did the instructor just kick the bucket upon arrival? What kind of situation was this? As the dust slowly settled, they saw a man standing upright with a small crater just below his ankles.
"Good morning, everyone. I am your temporary instructor, Su Weifeng." Su Weifeng stepped forward out of the pit and came in front of the team, his voice rang out loudly.
