High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

The four immediately sprang into action, sweeping away the remaining clouds like a whirlwind.

Han Feng picked up a piece of braised iron-feathered bird meat.

The meat is firm and glossy with a dark brown color.

It melted the moment it entered his mouth, and a pure warm current burst forth, instantly spreading throughout his body and replenishing the blood and energy he had consumed during cultivation.

After a satisfying meal, Liao Ming wiped his mouth.

He looked at Han Feng, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

"Han Feng, you performed very well this time, exceeding my expectations."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I will submit your recommendation letter for you."

"The academy will organize a promotion assessment for C-level technicians at the beginning of next month, so prepare well."

"Thank you so much, Director Liao!" Han Feng immediately stood up, his gratitude coming from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't thank me yet." Liao Ming waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"The proctor for this exam is Zhao Yu, a Level B engineer."

"Zhao Yu?" Xiao Li and Zhou Wen exclaimed simultaneously, their faces filled with shock.

Zhao Yu is a legendary figure in the machine repair department.

A recognized "living dictionary of engines".

His skills were abnormally advanced, but he was stern and strict to an outrageous degree.

"Zhao Yu is the tech fanatic of our department; he only has the engine in his eyes." Liao Ming looked at Han Feng, his eyes filled with undisguised expectation.

This is an investment.

"He is currently in charge of an improvement project on the 'Peregrine' third-generation psionic engine."

"We lack manpower, but we lack talent even more."

"During the assessment, you don't need to worry about anything else."

"Just dump your understanding and technology of psionic engines right in his face."

"If you catch his eye, he'll recruit you into his project team as an intern."

"Then you can skip the observation period for a C-level technician and become a full-fledged technician!"

"Moreover, working for him will give you a hundred times better future prospects than working for me."

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat.

This is indeed a shortcut to success.

"I understand, Director Liao."

"I will dedicate myself to researching the psionic engine during this period of time," Han Feng nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that." Liao Ming smiled with satisfaction, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out.

The meal was a great success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

After leaving the restaurant, Liao Ming immediately transferred 500 contribution points to Han Feng via his terminal.

He then used his privileges to buy a pound of pre-packaged braised iron-feathered bird meat at the window.

Without saying a word, it was stuffed into Han Feng's hand.

"Do a good job and don't let me down." Liao Ming patted Han Feng's shoulder hard again.

He then turned and left, his back view exuding an indescribable ease and smugness.

Looking at the monster meat wrapped in oil paper in Han Feng's hand, which was emitting an amazing meaty aroma.

The three of them, including Xiao Li, stared wide-eyed.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.

"Crazy..." Fat Tiger rubbed his hands together, chuckling foolishly, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

Han Feng laughed heartily as he looked at the three of them drooling.

He threw the oil paper package directly into Fat Tiger's arms.

"Take it!"

"Tonight, our dorm is having a feast to celebrate!"

"Awoo! Crazy guy, you're my real brother!" Fatty Tiger hugged the bag of meat, so excited that he almost performed a sliding kneeling act for Han Feng on the spot.

Xiao Li and Zhou Wen also cheered.

The brotherhood in the dormitory seemed incredibly genuine at this moment.

"Keep the meat safe and don't steal any," Han Feng said, pointing at Fatty Tiger.

"You guys go back first, I'll go to the library again."

"Going again? Are you made of iron?" Xiao Li said with admiration.

Han Feng smiled, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the library.

Now that the goal is clear, we must go all out.

In the library, he used his D-level student privileges.

I borrowed several professional books on "Basic Principles of Psionic Engines" and "Detailed Explanation of Peregrine Series Fighter Engines".

Sitting in the quiet reading area, Han Feng opened the book and immediately immersed himself in it.

As he read, the system notification sounded as scheduled.

[Ding! Host detected to be learning professional skills...]

[Triggering the Class Skill - "Principles of the Psionic Engine"]

Current progress: Beginner (0/100)

Another new skill!

Han Feng couldn't help but smile.

Looking at the brand new progress bar, he felt full of inexhaustible energy.

"There's still one week until the assessment at the beginning of next month."

He silently set himself a small goal.

"Master this skill within a week!"

In the days that followed, Han Feng's life became a standard routine of going back and forth between three points.

Dormitories, library, hangar.

During the day, he absorbed theoretical knowledge frantically in the library.

Rapidly improve your proficiency in "Principles of the Psionic Engine".

That night, he went to the hangar and found Liao Ming.

The request was made to conduct practical operations on the fighter jet engines that were awaiting repair.

Liao Ming was pleased with his current high-energy state and readily opened the door to help him.

Han Feng discovered that by combining theory with practice, the rate at which skill proficiency could increase was terrifyingly fast.

Many theoretical difficulties that are difficult to understand even when they are found in books.

The process of disassembling and assembling the engine by hand allows one to instantly grasp the concepts.

His progress was nothing short of miraculous.

……

Inside the hangar, Han Feng continued his work.

He is like a tireless precision instrument.

Navigating through a complex web of mechanical and psionic pipelines.

Wherever they go, they can always pinpoint the problem accurately.

Then mark or disassemble in the simplest and most efficient way.

Xiao Li, Pang Hu, and Zhou Wen, who were standing next to him, had completely become his personal porters and recorders.

Their eyes were filled with awe and bewilderment as they looked at Han Feng.

Is this still the same "madman" who lived and ate with them for three years?

Liao Ming stood not far away, arms crossed, his expression calm.

But inside, he was overjoyed, his heart pounding with excitement.

The more he looked, the more alarmed and excited he became.

Many of the problems that Han Feng found were hidden faults that even he needed to use sophisticated instruments and spend a lot of time to diagnose.

But what about Han Feng?

The problem is revealed the moment you touch it or take a look.

This can no longer be described as "talent".

This is simply a "miracle" made for mechanics!

No, I can't wait any longer!

Liao Ming's sense of urgency reached its peak.

If someone else discovers such a brilliant talent first, the person will have no one to blame but themselves!

He had to submit Han Feng's letter of recommendation immediately.

Lock this spot in completely!

Thinking of this, Liao Ming could no longer stay still.

He turned and strode quickly out of the hangar.

He left with the words, "You guys, cooperate well with Han Feng, I'll be right back."

……

The aviation division's office area is located on the upper level of the hangar complex.

Unlike the noisy and greasy environment below.

It's quiet and clean here, with a cold, high-tech feel.

The smooth metal floor was spotless.

A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

The corridor is lined with holographic projections of departmental announcements and technical diagrams.

Along the way, Liao Ming encountered several colleagues who simply nodded to him, creating a serious yet efficient atmosphere.

He took the elevator directly to the floor where the Class B engineers were located.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I bumped into someone I knew.

"Hey, Lao Liao, what a rare guest!"

The person who arrived was wearing a crisp C-level technician uniform.

The badge on his chest was a level brighter than Liao Ming's.

It was a silver-edged badge representing a top-ten ranking in technology.

Zhang Yi.

Among the dozens of C-level technicians in Tiangong Repair Department, he is one of the top performers.

He and Liao Ming were in the same batch of apprentices.

But now, the two are no longer on the same level.

Zhang Yi looked at Liao Ming with feigned surprise.

Deep in his eyes, however, lay an undisguised sense of superiority.

What brings you here?

"This is not a place for technicians who train apprentices."

His words were barbed.

Liao Ming ignored him and simply waved the recommendation letter he had just printed out using the terminal.

"I've come to hand over something."