Darryl was touched by Tiger Ben's words, but he burst into laughter after that. "Don't worry about me," he said in a soothing, low voice. Then, he looked at the mountain peak to calculate the distance.

Many of the Flying Feathers Alliance members started to laugh when they saw him unmoving; they thought he had chickened out.

"I bet he's scared now."

"Didn't I say so? That he won't be able to do it?"

"Exactly!"

Darryl remained calm and paid no mind to their comments.

"Hey! What are you waiting for? Why don't you just give up if you don't think you can do it?" Peacock Lilibet shouted.

Darryl smiled and said, "Our competition hasn't ended yet, so why are you so sure I can't do it? In fact, I think you should prepare the drink for when you need to get down on your knees."

"Why you—" Peacock Lilibet's face darkened, and she shook with anger.

Darryl stopped making fun of her. He took a deep breath, flew up to the air, and headed straight for the mountain.

Everyone was shocked.