High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 119 One shot, done!

"I'll go first."

Lin Xiao straightened his cuffs and confidently stepped forward.

He ignored the standard-issue swords and knives, walked to the weapon rack, and pulled out a two-meter-long alloy rod.

The staff was dark black, with silver-white metal bands at both ends.

"Buzz!"

Lin Xiao flicked his wrist with one hand, and the long staff drew a sharp whistling sound in the air.

"Wow, impressive arm strength!"

People around couldn't help but cheer.

Wang Zongping nodded slightly, signaling the start of the assessment.

At the command, the previously still alloy puppet's eyes flashed red.

The heavy metal foot slammed into the ground, sending a gust of wind rushing towards Lin Xiao.

It was extremely fast, unlike a lump of iron at all.

Lin Xiao advanced instead of retreating, his footwork shifting and his figure elusive.

Just as the puppet's heavy punch came down, he ducked and precisely placed his long staff at the joint of the puppet's knee.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The puppet tilted, and Lin Xiao used the momentum to leap into the air.

The long staff swung in the air, whistling through the air, and slammed hard into the back of the puppet's neck.

This series of movements was fluid and graceful, clearly indicating that he had received guidance from a master.

The ensuing battle became a one-man show for Lin Xiao.

He used the long staff's attack range advantage to constantly move around, and each attack precisely struck the puppet's weak joints.

"The twenty-ninth move."

Lin Xiao gave a soft shout and his body suddenly accelerated.

The long staff in his hand transformed into a black shadow, stabbing fiercely into the power transmission line under the puppet's armpit.

The Zzz puppet froze, the red light in its eyes flickered a few times, and then went out completely.

"pass!"

"It took two minutes and forty seconds, and I was unharmed."

Wang Zongping looked at the timer in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

"Agile movements and penetrating power."

"Although I may not be as physically powerful as some people, this is the way a martial artist fights."

Lin Xiao put away his staff and stood up, slightly out of breath, but his arrogance remained undiminished.

He casually tossed the long staff back onto the weapon rack, and as he turned around, his gaze swept over Han Feng in the corner.

That look seemed to say: Having brute strength is nothing but the courage of a fool.

True martial arts is a combination of skill and wisdom.

Several more students then took the stage.

But the T-800 is clearly not so easy to deal with.

Some trainees chose the thick-backed broadsword, but when they struck the alloy armor, it only left a white mark and caused their hands to bleed from the impact.

Some chose to use shields to try and withstand the attack for three minutes, only to be blasted away by a single punch from the puppet, nearly vomiting up their breakfast.

There was even an unlucky guy who, because of his poor agility, was grabbed by the ankle by a puppet and slammed to the ground twice. In the end, it was Wang Zongping who saved him.

In this round, the pass rate was less than 30%.

"Next up, Han Feng."

Wang Zongping read out the name.

All eyes were once again on the venue.

Han Feng dusted off his sleeves and slowly walked to the weapon rack.

His gaze swept over the rows of gleaming swords, spears, and halberds.

Too light.

Too ethereal.

The feel is off.

To someone accustomed to piloting fighter jets weighing tens of tons, these so-called weapons are as light as a child's toy.

His gaze finally settled on the bottom shelf of the weapons rack.

There were several black gun cases there.

Han Feng reached out and picked up a basic "K-19" tactical pistol.

This is standard equipment for the city guards; it has a simple structure and is sturdy and durable.

The only drawback is its low power; it uses standard 9mm live ammunition, which has limited penetration.

"Click."

Han Feng skillfully pulled the slide, checked the magazine, and chambered a round.

The movements were crisp and clean, carrying a cold, mechanical beauty.

"He chose a gun?"

A suppressed chuckle rippled through the crowd.

"Has this guy gone mad from fixing planes? This is a T-800 alloy golem!"

"That's hilarious! Does he think this is target practice too?"

"That thing has two centimeters of armor. What's the difference between shooting it with a police pistol and tickling it?"

Lin Xiao gave a cold laugh, crossed his arms, and prepared to watch this farce unfold.

In his view, this kind of low-level firearms was only adequate for dealing with low-level monsters.

But to face such a war puppet made entirely of alloy would be nothing short of humiliation.

Trying to break through their defenses with an ordinary handgun?

Unless you can accurately hit the same point with at least five bullets while moving at high speed, taking advantage of the metal fatigue effect.

But what terrifying agility and eyesight does that require?

The puppet's fists won't give you a chance to aim carefully.

"Han Feng, are you sure?"

Wang Zongping frowned and spoke up to remind him.

"One weapon change is allowed during the combat assessment."

"This handgun has very poor destructive power; I don't recommend you use it."

"No need to change it, it's just right."

Han Feng casually tossed the gun in his hand and walked into the assessment area.

As the cage closed, the red light on the T-800 opposite turned on again.

"boom!"

Without any probing, the alloy floor beneath the puppet's feet suddenly caved in.

Its massive body hurtled straight at Han Feng with a piercing whistling sound.

His aura was even more ferocious and violent than when he was facing Lin Xiao!

The onlookers instinctively held their breath.

Many people have already started to imagine the bloody scene of Han Feng being punched into a pulp.

However, Han Feng remained completely still in the arena.

He neither dodged and weaved like Lin Xiao, nor did he adopt any defensive stance.

He simply held his right hand out, the dark muzzle of the gun silently pointing forward.

At this moment, the sword bones within his body trembled slightly.

A surge of highly refined blood and qi flowed through the meridians of his arm and into the bullet inside the gun barrel.

Proficiency Level: Sword Qi Release

Spiral force!

In that fraction of a second, the metal structure inside the bullet seemed to groan, about to be torn apart by this terrifying force that did not belong to it!

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The sound was not loud, even somewhat muffled, like a suppressed cough.

But everyone witnessed a scene that was enough to overturn their views on martial arts.

The T-800, which was charging at high speed, suddenly tilted its head back.

It felt like being struck hard by an invisible giant hammer.

The massive body continued to slide forward several meters due to inertia.

Finally, less than half a meter away from Han Feng, he knelt down on the ground with a "thud".

There was no further movement.

The entire training hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's mouths were wide open, and their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

ended?

Is that it?

Lin Xiao's cold smile froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable shock.

"Cheating!"

In the crowd, one of Lin Xiao's followers finally snapped out of his daze and screamed.

"This is definitely cheating!"

"How could a police pistol possibly take down a T-800 with a single shot?"

"He definitely modified the weapon without authorization, replacing it with armor-piercing high-explosive rounds!"

These words immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

Yes, that must be it!

Otherwise, there's no way to explain everything that's happening right now!

The guy who had just been wielding a big knife and sending sparks flying was now completely incredulous.

Wang Zongping's face was terribly serious as he strode into the field.

He first glanced at the gun in Han Feng's hand, then walked over to the paralyzed puppet.

There is a round hole about the thickness of a finger between the puppet's eyebrows.

Wang Zongping reached out and gently traced the edge of the bullet hole with his fingertips.

There were no signs of an explosion.

There is no rough, torn feel of metal.

The hole was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been made with the most precise psionic cutter.

and--

Wang Zongping's pupils suddenly contracted.

The metal around the bullet hole exhibits a strange, inward-collapsed spiral pattern.

That's the mark left by an unimaginable penetrating and rotating force that pierced through instantly!

This is not gunpowder kinetic energy at all!

This is a pure, highly refined application of energy!

Give me the gun.

Wang Zongping turned around and, in a hoarse voice, reached out his hand to Han Feng.

Han Feng shrugged, handed over the gun, and removed the magazine as well.

Wang Zongping took the gun, inspected it, and confirmed that it was a standard-issue weapon.

He ejected another bullet from the magazine.

Ordinary brass jacketed lead core bullet.

"How did you do that?"

Wang Zongping raised his head and stared intently at Han Feng, as if he were looking at a monster.

"A few tips on how to utilize Qi and blood."

Han Feng answered casually.

"Compress the blood and qi, make it swirl, and attach it to the bullet."

As he spoke, he casually pulled a coin from his pocket and flicked it with his thumb.

"Buzz!"

The coin let out a sharp whistle in the air and cut directly into a nearby alloy training post, penetrating deep into the post!