Chapter 907

Frederick bent his knees, crouched low, and sprang up like a leopard on the hunt.

He jumped at a forty-five-degree angle instead of straight up.

At the peak of his jump, he used his strong core muscles to momentarily hover in the air. Then, with a powerful kick against the wall, he propelled himself even higher!

This allowed him to reach for the windowsill, with only the pads of eight fingers gripping the ledge supporting his entire body weight. The muscles in his arms tensed up, and with a burst of strength from his fingers, he flung himself upward.

Frederick continued this method, climbing floor by floor. From the perspective of the others on the ground, his figure grew smaller and smaller, yet more and more impressive.

Jorge felt a chill run down his spine.

In the blink of an eye, Frederick had already climbed to the twentieth floor—around 200 feet above the ground! One misstep, and he’d be reduced to nothing but broken bones.

“What the hell! Where on earth did you find thi