High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

That back view was incredibly arrogant.

Zhang Yi stood frozen in place, his mind a jumbled mess, buzzing with confusion.

Arrogant! Extremely arrogant!

When has Zhang Yi ever been treated like this in this aviation division?

"Fine, fine, fine!" Zhang Yi's face twitched with anger as he gritted his teeth and growled.

"Liao Ming, I'd like to see what your precious apprentice can use to compare to my Chen Gang in the assessment a week from now!"

He made up his mind and immediately gave Chen Gang extra training!

They poured all available training resources, regardless of cost, into him!

His apprentices must never lose to anyone!

In particular, we cannot lose to Liao Ming, that bastard who got lucky!

……

In a corner of the library, the light is soft.

The last page, "Psionic Engine Energy Fluidology," was closed silently.

Han Feng pressed his fingertips against his brow, and a cool sensation instantly dispelled the fatigue from reading for so long.

[Ding! Detected that the host has completed advanced theoretical learning...]

[Professional Skill - "Principles of Psionic Engines" proficiency reaches 100/100, automatically upgrading to "Principles of Psionic Engines - Proficient"!]

[Triggering skill shaping... Knowledge infusion to begin!]

There were no earth-shattering phenomena.

The knowledge about psionic circuits, energy node conversion rates, and high-pressure psionic turbulence models is not forcibly instilled.

They seemed to grow and build themselves in his mind, eventually forming a complete and logically rigorous temple of knowledge.

If his previous book, "Mechanical Repair Theory," helped him understand the physical structure of fighter jets...

Now, he has a complete understanding of the fighter jet's energy core.

Han Feng closed his eyes.

His consciousness seemed to transform into a data stream, traveling at high speed through that incredibly complex energy loop.

In the past, when he repaired airplanes, he relied on the human-machine integration provided by the system and his intuition to sense abnormalities.

They only know what happened, but not why it happened.

Now, everything is completely different.

He can deduce which rune array is experiencing a power oscillation from the slightest fluctuations in energy flow.

Even the opening and closing angle of a valve can have a fatal error of a few tenths of a millimeter.

"This feeling..."

"That's brilliant!"

Han Feng opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips.

Even without activating the system, his theoretical knowledge alone is enough to crush most C-level technicians.

……

When we got back to the hangar, it was lunchtime.

Xiao Li was squatting next to a disassembled Peregrine engine, looking distressed as he chewed on a nutritional paste.

"What's wrong? You look like you ate monster dung." Han Feng walked over and asked casually.

"Don't even mention it." Xiao Li pointed to the complicated pile of pipes in front of him, looking constipated.

"This engine idles erratically, and there are occasional strange noises coming from it."

"I've been taking it apart and putting it back together all morning, but the error code is still that string of nonsensical gibberish."

Fatty Tiger, who was eating a steamed bun next to him, mumbled incoherently, "If you ask me, this is metaphysics. The engine is possessed by an evil spirit. We need to invite a Taoist priest to put up two talismans."

Zhou Wen, holding a data terminal, adjusted his glasses and said, "The data shows that the combustion chamber pressure is normal, and the intake manifold is not blocked. Theoretically, this shouldn't happen; it's really strange."

Han Feng didn't say anything, but simply moved closer to the engine.

He listened intently.

No system startup is required.

Based solely on the knowledge he had just received from the initiation and the faint, sharp whistling sound he had caught in his ears.

"The one-way valve of turbocharger pipe number three," Han Feng casually stated his conclusion.

"The spring force there weakens, and the airflow reversal under high pressure causes oscillations."

Xiao Li was stunned: "Impossible! I just replaced that check valve last month!"

"The new one could also be defective, or you might have applied too much sealant during installation, which squeezed in and jammed the spring."

Han Feng shrugged, walked to the side, picked up his toolbox, and seemed not to care about it at all.

Xiao Li was skeptical, so he put down the half-eaten nutritional paste, picked up a wrench, and went to disassemble tube number three.

Five minutes later.

Holy crap!

A gasp of surprise echoed throughout the hangar.

Xiao Li held the small one-way valve in his hand, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"There's a piece of dried-out sealant stuck inside! It's only about the size of a sesame seed!"

He quickly cleaned it up and put it back together.

Start the engine.

boom--

A deep and powerful roar sounded, and the annoying noise from before disappeared without a trace, with the engine running smoothly and steadily.

Xiao Li plopped down on the ground, his eyes filled with despair as he looked at Han Feng.

"You're insane! Are you even human? You can tell just by listening to it?"

"I listened with a precision stethoscope for half an hour, and it was all for nothing!"

Fat Tiger stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, patted the crumbs off his hands, and had a "I knew this would happen" look on his face.

"You'll get used to it. I'm starting to wonder if this kid is the long-lost father of that engine, otherwise how could he know so much about it?"

Zhou Wen silently turned off the data terminal and placed the screen face down on the table.

"Destroy it, I'm tired."

"Living in the same dorm with this kind of pervert, my self-confidence is being repeatedly crushed and rubbed into the ground every day."

Han Feng looked at his three roommates, who were deeply hurt, and smiled.

"Alright, stop joking around."

"Put away those tools. Tomorrow's the assessment. Don't embarrass Lao Liao."

Upon hearing the word "assessment," the three of them immediately became serious.

Although they weren't included this time, Han Feng was their group's representative.

If he passes the exam, they'll be proud, and Director Liao might even treat them to a nice meal.

……

At the same time, in the B-level engineer's office area.

Zhang Yi was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea, with a contented smile on his face.

Opposite him sat a young man with a focused expression.

Chen Gang.

He is widely recognized as the number one genius among the D-level students in this cohort.

At that moment, he was holding a high-level modification plan for the "Peregrine" engine and reading it with great interest.

His brows radiated a strong sense of confidence, stemming from his absolute mastery of his skills.

"Gangzi, how's the preparation going?" Zhang Yi blew on the foam on his teacup and asked slowly.

Chen Gang put down the plan in his hand, raised his head, and looked at him with a calm yet sharp gaze.

"Teacher, I'm 100% confident about this level of assessment, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

"Don't be careless," Zhang Yi said, but the smile lines at the corners of his eyes were impossible to hide.

"Although this is a C-level assessment, the chief examiner is Zhao Yu, who is someone who doesn't tolerate any mistakes, so the questions definitely won't be easy."

"The harder the better." Chen Gang smiled faintly, a hint of arrogance playing on his lips.

"If it's just replacing parts in a routine way, it won't show my skill level."

Zhang Yi nodded in satisfaction.

Talent, pride, and a thirst for knowledge—these are the qualities he values ​​most in Chen Gang.

"Oh, right," Zhang Yi said, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and put down his teacup.

"Have you heard of Han Feng, the one Liao Ming recommended?"