High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 105 A+ Talent, Passionate Mentor

Effective capture rate: 10%.

False positive rate: 0%.

Average response time: 0.03 seconds.

This string of cold data can no longer be described as "sharp".

This is basically a walking humanoid radar.

The female instructor's fingers flew across the control panel.

She immediately activated the highest difficulty command.

"Activate Extreme Mode!"

She wanted to see just how far this kid's limits really were.

hum!

The image inside Han Feng's helmet completely exploded.

Hundreds and thousands of tiny specks of light, each carrying a powerful wave of mental interference, crashed down.

Han Feng's lips curled up slightly involuntarily.

In his spiritual vision, these so-called chaotic situations still had clear patterns and trajectories.

Grasp.

Arrest them again.

They still arrested him.

The test ended one minute later.

Han Feng took off his helmet and simply shook his head slightly.

Apart from a slight depletion of mental energy, I felt perfectly fine.

He looked at the control panel.

The female instructor was staring intently at him with the look one might give a prehistoric behemoth.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the pen too tightly, and the electronic pen in her hand almost broke.

"Teacher, is the test over?"

Han Feng asked the question knowing the answer already.

The female instructor's body trembled violently, as if she had been jolted awake from a nightmare.

She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and her voice was hoarse.

"It's over, it's over! Han Feng, right?"

The coldness in her eyes when she looked at Han Feng was completely gone.

Instead, there was an almost fanatical scrutiny.

"Your perception—it's not just rare, it's monstrous! A+ grade! Absolutely A+ grade!"

With trembling fingers, she typed a glaring "A+" in the evaluation section.

"Come on, let's move on to the last item."

The female tutor's smile grew increasingly enthusiastic, even bordering on ingratiating.

She pointed to the transparent cylinder in the center of the room.

"Energy affinity and absorption speed test".

"Go inside and place your hand on the crystal ball."

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't let go until I say stop!"

Han Feng followed the instructions and stepped into the cylinder.

The glass door closed silently, and he stretched out his right hand, placing his palm on the fist-sized, light blue crystal ball.

"Initiate energy injection."

As the female instructor manipulated the crystal ball, a pure and gentle spiritual energy surged out and entered Han Feng's body through his palm.

The moment the spiritual energy entered his body, the [Sword Bone] within Han Feng's body trembled violently.

An indescribable, domineering suction force suddenly erupted from the depths of his dantian.

hum!

What was originally just a trickle of spiritual energy was instantly stretched into a raging, roaring river of energy.

[Ding! High-quality, attribute-free spiritual energy detected. The sword bone has begun to convert and absorb it.]

[Sword Bone Transformation Progress Increased!]

Han Feng's spirits lifted.

A talent test comes with a free buffet?

This energy is even purer than the second-tier spiritual plant he swallowed before.

No need to be so polite!

Since we're already here, we can't leave on an empty stomach!

With a thought, Han Feng stopped suppressing himself and pushed the devouring power of the [Sword Bone] to its limit.

At the same time, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the testing room from the monitoring console!

"Warning! Warning! Power output overload! Overload 300%!"

The female instructor stared wide-eyed at the red curve on the screen that was almost perpendicular to the ground.

"Is the equipment malfunctioning?!"

She suddenly looked up at Han Feng inside the cylinder.

She gasped at the sight of him.

A visible, high-speed rotating vortex of spiritual energy formed around Han Feng's body.

The crystal ball, which serves as the energy source, is dimming rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a star captured by a black hole, it could be sucked dry at any moment.

"What is this kid doing?!"

"Is he absorbing energy? He's devouring it! Isn't he afraid of bursting?"

She soon noticed that Han Feng showed no signs of pain.

Quite the opposite.

That expression clearly showed—enjoyment?

Click—

A very faint, crisp sound came from the surface of the crystal ball.

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly reduced his strength by 30%.

Oh no, we've gone too far.

This thing looks incredibly valuable; if it were broken, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold it.

The female instructor was completely numb in front of the monitoring station.

She stared blankly at the terrifying number on the reading sheet that had finally stabilized.

Energy absorption rate: 380 standard units/second.

What does this mean?

The highest absorption speed of the S-level talents recorded by the academy is only 40!

Is this guy even human?!

"Stop! Stop! Test over!"

The female instructor practically screamed as she cut off the supply of spiritual energy.

If this monster continues to suck it in, this top-tier testing device, worth tens of millions of contribution points, will be scrapped prematurely today.

The cylinder opens.

Han Feng reluctantly withdrew his hand, glancing somewhat guiltily at the crystal ball that had become dull and even cracked.

He looked inward and saw that the transformation progress of his sword bone had jumped from 52% to 53%.

In just a few seconds, he achieved what he had accomplished in several days of arduous training.

Pity.

The female instructor quickly operated the control panel and printed out a report sheet made entirely of special metal, gleaming with a golden luster.

She walked up to Han Feng, her gaze as complex as if she were looking at a newly descended demon god.

"Han Feng, you're not surprised, you're terrified."

"Perception A+, Energy Affinity and Absorption Speed ​​A+. Overall Rating — A+."

She handed the heavy report to Han Feng.

"Congratulations, this is the fifth A-level talent certificate issued by Donghai Martial Arts University this year."

Han Feng accepted the weighty certificate, the gold-embossed "A+" lettering on it almost seemed to burn under the light.

"Thank you, teacher."

"You're welcome, but I must remind you of something."

The female instructor pointed to the crystal ball that had been "drained," her tone extremely solemn.

"Your talent ceiling is probably far more than A+."

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"But this kind of devouring talent also means that your future cultivation will consume dozens, or even hundreds, of times more resources than other geniuses of the same level."

"Spiritual transformation?"

Han Feng keenly grasped this unfamiliar term.

"Teacher, what exactly is the process of breaking through to the Meridian Opening Realm?"

The female tutor gave him a deep look.

This kid's cultivation level has improved too quickly, but his foundational knowledge is surprisingly weak.

She sighed and began to explain patiently.

"A martial artist's breakthrough to the Meridian Opening stage is divided into three steps."

"The first step, spiritual transformation—using medicine or innate talent to guide the body's cells to generate spirituality—you have already completed it naturally."

The second step, "Strengthening," involves nourishing the entire body with abundant spiritual resources until every inch of flesh and blood has undergone a complete transformation.

"The third step is to 'open the Qi Sea,' officially entering the Meridian Opening Realm."

"You're currently stuck on the second, most expensive step."

The female tutor looked at him and continued.

"Other A-level geniuses might be able to grow stronger with just a dozen or so second-tier spiritual plants."

"And you, based on the test data just now—you might need hundreds of plants!"

"Without a behemoth backing you up with everything, you might be stuck at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm."

"Watching helplessly as those with far less talent than you surpass you one by one."

After hearing these words, Han Feng finally understood.

No wonder Senior Brother Zhao Yu, an elite who had already reached the tenth level of Body Tempering, had not yet made a breakthrough.

It's not that they don't want to.

They are the ones who are held back by poverty.

Of course, he also understood the underlying meaning in his female mentor's words.

"Since the teacher said that, there must be some solution, right?"

"Of course."

The female tutor smiled, a smile that carried a hint of shrewdness from someone with experience.

"Once your A+ rating report is uploaded, within three days, the military's 'Spark Program,' the Tiangong Group's 'Rising Star Program,' and the Su family's 'Genius Support Program' will pounce like sharks smelling blood."

"As long as you agree, subsequent cultivation resources will not be a problem at all."

She offered her enthusiastic advice.

"Han Feng, listen to your teacher's advice: talent is worthless if it cannot be converted into strength."

"Finding a well-established sponsor with reasonable requirements is your wisest choice right now!"