Chen Qinghan tried to grab me, but the wind force caused me to veer away from his palm. Mike was the most stable runner, while the rest of us were severely affected by the wind, making our progress incredibly difficult.
I simply gave up struggling, letting the wind blow me towards the ends of the earth; I was like a tumbleweed in the western desert, rolling around in the wind.
Blown along the way, I rolled over a hundred meters before regaining balance. They didn't hold on either but weren't as miserable as me.
We managed to get through the fiercest blast of wind by rolling and crawling, then collectively ran to the leeward side of Rock Mountain.
Doctor Du wanted to check me for injuries, but I quickly said I was fine. We martial artists have specially trained our tendons and bones; breaking a stone on our chest is no big deal, let alone a little bump.
Seeing that my limbs were agile and I wasn't bleeding, Doctor Du didn't insist on checking me.
