High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 118 Body Tempering Level 10

boom!

A massive surge of energy exploded within Han Feng's body.

Bones, meridians, and muscles shattered inch by inch under the impact, and then rapidly reassembled in a more perfect way!

Excruciating pain swept over my entire body.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with excitement.

Become!

After an unknown amount of time, the violent energy finally subsided.

Han Feng exhaled a long breath, feeling refreshed and stronger than ever before.

He could clearly feel that his strength, speed, and five senses had all undergone a qualitative leap.

He immediately opened his personal panel.

Name: Han Feng

[Occupation: Apprentice Swordsman]

Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm, Level 10 (10/2000)

[Technique: Body Tempering Technique (Proficiency 950/2000)]

[Swordsmanship & Movement: Sword Control Technique - Mastery (850/4000)]

[Innate Talent: Sword Bone (52/100, In Transformation)]

[Qi and Blood: 988/1500]

The tenth level of the body tempering realm!

Finally, I've met the minimum requirements for becoming a Level B student!

Han Feng was thrilled; all his hard work and the large amount of contribution points he had spent over the past few days had finally paid off.

Speaking of contribution points —

He glanced at the storage compartment next to him; of the hundred potions, only a pitiful forty-five remained.

In less than three days, he burned fifty-five mid-level recovery potions, worth 16,500 points.

In addition, there are expensive aircraft leasing fees —

Han Feng immediately checked his account balance.

[Contribution Points: 118000]

The plane rental cost 150,000 yuan, and the medicine cost 30,000 yuan, for a total of 180,000 yuan.

Originally, I had over 160,000 contribution points, but now my account balance is less than 120,000.

"This isn't cultivation, it's burning through money!"

Han Feng couldn't help but complain.

He finally understands now.

A-level talent is a money-devouring behemoth.

Without a continuous source of funding, even the most talented person can only watch helplessly as their potential is lost.

Just as he was feeling sentimental, his personal terminal made a soft "ding" sound.

A new message popped up.

[Notice from Donghai Martial Arts University & Tiangong Design Institute]

[Dear Consultant Han Feng: The "Night Market" project you participated in has been successfully completed. After evaluation by the project team and the Su family, your personal contribution rating is: Excellent.]

You are now receiving a project bonus of 50000 contribution points. Thank you for your outstanding contribution to the project.

Five hundred thousand?

Han Feng rubbed his eyes and checked again and again.

Oh, it's fifty thousand.

That's a lot!

His mood instantly brightened.

This money came at just the right time; it was a godsend.

With this 50,000, my total assets have returned to over 160,000, and I finally feel a little more secure.

Having achieved his goal, Han Feng lingered no longer.

He piloted the "Peregrine" and landed smoothly on the runway.

Grandpa Sun still looked half-dead, but when Han Feng jumped off the plane, his droopy eyelids lifted imperceptibly.

"What? You're done work so early today?"

"Okay, I'm done practicing."

Han Feng carefully put away the remaining medicine and walked over with a relaxed expression.

Grandpa Sun's gaze swept over him, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This kid—his aura seems to have changed again.

Three days ago, he was just a sharp blade hidden in its sheath.

Now, this sharp blade has been honed to its fullest extent, and even a single glance at it is somewhat glaring.

"Alright, let's go back."

Grandpa Sun waved his hand and covered his face with the newspaper again.

"Judging from your appearance, you should have a sure thing about passing the B-level trainee assessment."

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Han Feng smiled, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The week is up.

It's time to start wingsuit flying training courses.

But before that, he needs to change the C-grade badge on his chest to a B-grade one.

Upon returning to the college, he did not go back to his dormitory.

He's so energetic right now that he can't sleep at all.

The next morning, sunlight bathed the campus.

Han Feng changed into a clean C-level technician uniform and headed straight to the student affairs center in the main teaching area.

"Hello, I am applying for promotion to Level B trainee."

The female clerk behind the counter was busy organizing documents and didn't even look up when she heard this.

"Technicians will be promoted to the Tiangong Repair Department. This is the Martial Arts Student Affairs Center."

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"I'm applying for the martial arts assessment."

The clerk then looked up, adjusted his glasses, and took the ID card from Han Feng.

Swipe it on the card reader.

A light screen popped up, and a line of eye-catching words almost blinded her.

Han Feng

[Year of Study: Junior]

[Position: C-level Mechanic]

[City Defense Rank: Gold 9-Star Pilot]

[Overall Talent Rating: A+]

"this----"

Upon seeing the talent rating section, the clerk's attitude immediately changed.

His impatience turned into a professional smile, and he quickly typed on the keyboard.

"So it's you, Han. My apologies for not recognizing you."

"The next assessment is in one hour, at Training Hall No. 5. Please be on time."

Han Feng put away the card and turned to leave.

Training Hall No. 5

This is one of the top-level assessment venues at Donghai Martial Arts University, and it is not open to the public at other times.

Today, more than 30 people have gathered inside the museum.

These people were all among the best of the C-level students, each with a calm demeanor and sharp eyes.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward when Han Feng pushed the door open and went in.

His dark blue C-level technician uniform stood out starkly among the group of students dressed in white martial arts uniforms or silver flight suits.

"Who's there? You've come to the wrong door, haven't you?"

"They're probably here to repair equipment; that force measuring machine over there just broke down yesterday."

A few soft laughs came from the crowd.

Han Feng ignored him and found a corner against the wall to stand.

His gaze fell on a young man surrounded by a crowd in the center of the stadium.

The man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was wearing a custom-made high-end training uniform with a small "willow" character embroidered on his chest.

"That must be Lin Xiao, right? The top genius in the martial arts department."

"That's him! I heard he was taken in as a disciple by Master Liu as soon as he enrolled, possessing the special physique of Xuan Tie Bone," and his martial arts skills are so powerful that he's impervious to swords and spears."

"A freshman already aiming for B-level student, it's really infuriating to compare yourself to others."

The whispers of the surrounding examinees reached Han Feng's ears.

The young man named Lin Xiao seemed to enjoy being the center of attention, with a faint air of arrogance on his face.

"quiet!"

A strong, resonant voice rang out.

An elderly man with white hair and beard strode into the venue.

He moved with lightning speed, scanning the entire venue, and the once noisy hall instantly fell silent.

Wang Zongping, a senior professor at the Martial Arts Academy, is known for his impartiality and incorruptibility.

"You all know the assessment rules, right?"

Wang Zongping walked to the center of the field, his voice loud and clear.

"The first item is to measure Qi and blood."

"The second item is practical application."

"Stop with all that fancy stuff, let the data speak for itself."

"start!"

The first test is very simple. A sophisticated blood and qi sensor is placed there, and you just need to put your hand on it.

"Li Hu, Body Tempering Level 10, Qi and Blood Value 1080. Qualified."

"Zhang Wei, Body Tempering Level 10, Qi and Blood Value 1059. Qualified."

The scores of the dozen or so people ahead of us mostly hovered between 1000 and 1100.

The standard for the tenth level of body tempering is 1000. Although these people meet the standard, they have only just passed.

"Next up, Lin Xiao!"

Upon hearing this name, the entire audience perked up.

Lin Xiao straightened his collar and strode forward with confident steps.

He placed his palm on the sensor area without even consciously activating it.

hum!

The readings on the sensor fluctuated wildly before finally settling.

"Body Tempering Level 10, Qi and Blood Value 1380!"

Wow!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"1380? Even a typical first-level Meridian Opening Realm cultivator wouldn't be this high, would they?"

"This is terrifying. No wonder he is Master Liu's disciple. His foundation is too solid."

Even Wang Zongping, who had been keeping a straight face, nodded, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Not bad, the foundation is very solid, and they didn't let Old Liu down."

Lin Xiao bowed slightly, a smug smile on his face, and stepped aside, enjoying the awe-inspiring gazes around him.

"Next up, Han Feng."

Wang Zongping read out the names on the list, glanced at the occupation column, and paused for a moment.

"A C-level technician?"

Upon hearing this title, all eyes immediately turned to Han Feng in the corner.

"Is it really that plane mechanic?"

"What are you doing here at the martial arts assessment? The B-level martial arts student assessment is a real martial arts competition."

Han Feng remained calm as he walked to the sensor under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it down.

Inside his body, the sword bone, which had already undergone half of its transformation, trembled slightly, and a surge of powerful qi and blood flowed.

Beep beep beep—

The sensor emitted a rapid beeping sound, a signal that the energy level was surging.

The value skyrocketed, instantly breaking through 120.

Then it crossed 1300 without any hindrance.

Finally, to everyone's astonishment, the focus stopped on a single number.

[Qi and Blood Value: 1500]

Dead silence.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Even those who were just cheering for Lin Xiao were now speechless, their mouths agape.

1500?

More than a hundred points higher than the "genius" Lin Xiao?

How is that possible?

"Is the machine broken?"

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Someone muttered to themselves.

Wang Zongping strode over and personally inspected the instruments.

Then he looked at Han Feng with an extremely shocked expression.

"The instrument is working properly."

His voice, as he announced the results, betrayed his undisguised shock.

Lin Xiao's smile was somewhat unnatural as he stared intently at the number.

A plane mechanic has higher blood pressure than him?

This is impossible!

He began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

Any random mechanic has better energy and vitality than him!

Han Feng withdrew his hand and calmly retreated to the corner, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Wang Zongping glanced at Han Feng with a hint of surprise.

But despite the surprise, the testing had to continue.

With a wave of his hand, the metal panels on the ground of the venue opened, and a humanoid mechanical puppet rose up.

"Second item: Practical test!"

"T-800 alloy puppet, possessing the defensive capabilities of a second-tier early-stage demon beast."

"To pass, you must leave a mark more than three centimeters deep on it, or withstand it for three minutes without losing."

This puppet was made entirely of black gold, radiating a cold metallic luster.

Just standing there gives people a heavy sense of oppression.

The atmosphere inside Training Hall No. 5 suddenly became heavy.

The T-800 alloy puppet has been raised, its dark metal body gleaming coldly under the lights.

This puppet is specifically designed for practical assessment.

Although it has no psionic core and is driven purely by mechanical power.

But that special alloy armor was enough to withstand attacks from ordinary early-stage Qi Convergence Realm cultivators.