This entire cliff face contains countless pits dug out by enormous manpower, accumulated over hundreds of climbing sessions.
He had become accustomed to it, securing holds hidden beneath the waterfall each time, defiantly ascending under tons of pressure.
From a distance, a black dot could be spotted within the white curtain of water, positioned two-thirds of the way up at a height of six to seven hundred meters.
And it was climbing at a speed of two meters per minute.
Casio's condition at this moment was somewhat strange. His robust physique was resisting the external pressure of the water currents, while inside his body, the construction of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist's Southern Dipper state instinctively operated—it was as if there were two currents, two pressures battling each other, both inside and out.
And the barrier standing in the way of all this was his own body.
