High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 120 Promotion to B-level Student

Wang Zongping was utterly horrified.

Qi and blood condense into matter, and can be used to injure enemies!

That's not right.

This is not a skill that only experts at the Enlightenment Realm can perform in terms of releasing true energy.

This is an incredible level of "subtlety" achieved by utilizing one's own qi and blood in the Body Tempering Realm!

This kind of control is the highest threshold that can only be reached by immersing oneself in a weapon-making skill for decades!

And this kid in front of me, according to the information, is only nineteen years old!

"Han Feng".

Wang Zongping's tone suddenly changed.

The previous aloofness vanished completely, replaced by an exceptionally gentle demeanor, even revealing an undisguised eagerness.

"Would you be interested in transferring to the Martial Arts Academy?"

"I can personally guide you, or recommend a master who specializes in the application of internal energy as your mentor."

He looked at Han Feng as if he were looking at a piece of uncut, exquisite jade.

"With your natural talent and terrifying comprehension, it would be a complete waste to have you stuck in the Ministry of Works as an airplane mechanic!"

Upon hearing this, the students around them, who were still in shock, were stunned once again.

Professor Wang, are you trying to snatch someone away in public?

The "Iron-Faced King of Hell," known for his strictness and the fact that countless geniuses have tried to become his apprentices, actually took the initiative to invite a C-level technician to switch professions.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Professor."

Han Feng's answer was crisp and decisive, shattering Wang Zongping's illusions.

"But I quite enjoy repairing airplanes."

"And—I also prefer the feeling of flying in the sky."

What a joke.

Go to a martial arts academy and practice your strength against wooden stakes every day?

But nothing beats the exhilarating feeling of flying a fighter jet and bombarding the ground with a six-barreled Vulcan cannon.

His battlefield is in the sky; fighter jets are his sword.

Wang Zongping was stunned on the spot.

He clearly hadn't expected to be rejected so thoroughly, and for such an unconventional reason.

He let out a long sigh of regret.

"What a pity, what a real pity."

He picked up the electronic board and heavily ticked the assessment result next to Han Feng's name.

"Assessment passed! Rating: Excellent!"

As the results were announced, Han Feng's personal terminal vibrated slightly.

A message popped up from the college's academic affairs system.

He did not linger at the venue and returned the pistol to the staff.

Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, a mixture of awe, incomprehension, and envy, he turned and left.

Watching Han Feng's departing figure, Lin Xiao took a deep breath, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions, and his eyes regained their firmness.

"Once I've mastered the 'Thousand Waves' staff technique, I'll challenge him again!"

"I'll defeat him fair and square with the stick in my hand!"

Wang Zongping looked at Lin Xiao, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, and nodded with satisfaction.

That's what a true genius is—able to face the gap squarely and turn it into motivation to move forward.

But he couldn't help but glance in the direction Han Feng had left, and sighed inwardly once more.

"Such a promising martial arts talent, what a pity."

Han Feng walked out of the training hall but did not rush back to his dormitory.

He opened his personal terminal and, sure enough, saw a golden message notification with an escalation of privileges icon.

[Dear Han Feng, congratulations on passing the Level B student promotion assessment.]

Your student privileges have been updated, and your badge has been upgraded accordingly.

You can now enjoy the following benefits:

[1. Your basic monthly allowance has been increased to 5000 contribution points. Your talent rating has been detected as A+. According to the preferential treatment policy, your monthly allowance will be multiplied by ten, resulting in 50000 contribution points per month.]

[2. Monthly supplies have been increased to the standard for B-level trainees (A+ talent stats have been automatically doubled). Please present your ID card at the Logistics Center to collect your supplies.]

[3. Open the resource exchange library and exclusive task list for B-level trainees.]

4. You can apply to stay in a single apartment in Building 7 of the Elite Zone, where the spiritual energy concentration is 2.5 times that of the outside world.

[5. Gain partial access to apply for exploration of Tier 2 dungeons.]

The long list of benefits made Han Feng feel extremely pleased.

Especially that monthly contribution of 50,000 points, it's like a windfall!

He also had access to the secret realm, which was his main purpose in all this trouble.

"Done."

Han Feng's fingers flew across the screen as he sent a short message to the number labeled "Miss Su".

[Promoted to Rank B.]

After finishing all this, he hummed a little tune and walked happily toward the academy's logistics department.

"Hello, I am Han Feng, a newly promoted B-level student. I'm here to collect this month's supplies."

At the service window of the logistics department, Han Feng handed over his ID card, which had been updated with new permissions.

The staff inside checked it, and when they saw the "A+ Talent" icon pop up on the screen, their attitude immediately became much more respectful.

He quickly carried a heavy metal box out of the back warehouse.

"Han, this is your ration for this month."

"Because you have an A-level talent, all your resources are ten times the standard of a regular B-level student."

The staff member explained the contents of the box while opening it for the man to inspect.

Inside the box, thirty intermediate-level Qi and Blood Restoration Potions, emitting a soft blue glow, were neatly arranged.

Next to it was a thick stack of monster meat tickets, weighing a full thirty pounds.

There was also a brand-new uniform, folded neatly into a square.

A tiny rune was embroidered in silver thread at the collar and cuffs.

"This is an elite training uniform exclusively for B-level cadets."

"It contains a miniature array of mind-clearing runes," which can help you concentrate and resist distractions during your practice or missions.

Han Feng picked up the clothes and touched them; the fabric was smooth and durable.

He finally understood why everyone wanted to climb the ladder.

The difference in treatment is like night and day.

"By the way," the staff member added, "your dormitory application has been submitted to the dormitory management center, and you can proceed directly to check-in."

"There are still a few empty rooms in Building 7 of the current B-level elite zone, and the environment is much better than that of the C-level zone."

Han Feng nodded.

Changing dorms is a certainty.

The Class C dormitory is crowded and has a high concentration of spiritual energy, similar to the outside world.

Now that we have the means, we should naturally move to a more suitable place for cultivation.

Just as I stepped out of the logistics department, my terminal vibrated again.

It was Su Muxue's reply, as concise as ever.

There is only one coordinate and one time.

[9:00 AM the day after tomorrow, Flight Academy, A-1 Teaching and Research Office.]

Han Feng smiled as he read the message.

It seems this young lady acted even faster than expected.

What exactly is this so-called "wingsuit intensive training course"?

Han Feng carried the heavy metal supply box and walked along the tree-lined path back to the dormitory in Area C.

The hallway still smelled of that familiar mix of sweat, instant noodles, and cheap disinfectant.

He pushed open the door to room 302.

Gao Fei was sprawled on the sofa, stuffing potato chips into his mouth while staring at the school beauty rankings on the screen and chuckling to himself.

"Damn, Lao Han, you're finally back!"

When Gao Fei saw Han Feng, he jumped up from the sofa, spitting out potato chip crumbs all over the floor.

"How did it go? How did it go? Did you pass the Level B assessment?"

"Passed."

Han Feng put the metal box in his hand on the ground with a dull thud.

Gao Fei's gaze was immediately drawn to the box.

He leaned closer and stared wide-eyed at the B-level cadet's exclusive insignia on the box.

"You're really something! You actually got in?"

"Quick, quick, open it and show me what good stuff is in the monthly B-grade rations!"

Han Feng ignored him and began packing his few belongings.

A few changes of training uniforms, some toiletries, that's it.

His bed was so neatly made that it looked like no one had lived there for months.

"That's it?"

Gao Fei stared at Han Feng's small backpack with an incredulous expression.

"Old Han, you live such a detached and ascetic life, like an ascetic monk."

"Enough supplies are enough."

Han Feng zipped up his backpack and swept all the empty recovery potion bottles piled up on the bedside table into the trash can.

Gao Fei then noticed Han Feng packing his things and was taken aback.

"Wait a minute, are you... moving?"

"Okay, let's move to the Class B dormitory area."

Han Feng spoke of it casually.

"Holy crap!"

Gao Fei slapped his thigh and immediately let out a wail.

"Old Han, now that you've made it big, are you going to abandon me, your brother in need who's depended on you for survival?"

His expression was extremely exaggerated, like a resentful woman who had been cruelly abandoned.

"It's just one dormitory room."

Han Feng looked at him with amusement.

"This isn't just a matter between one dorm rooms!"

Gao Fei leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his face was full of gossipy excitement.

"A Grade B elite zone!"

"A single-person apartment! Comes with a small spirit-gathering array!"

"I heard the concentration of spiritual energy there is more than three times that of our dilapidated pigeon coop!"

"You're quite well-informed."

"Who am I, Gao Fei?"

Gao Fei puffed out his chest proudly, but then his chest slumped down, his face filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Damn it, it's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy."

"I'm still struggling to scrape together enough money to buy a few bottles of mid-level body-strengthening liquid, while you're already living in a luxury single apartment and enjoying the benefits of spiritual energy infusion."

He rubbed his hands together, and his face instantly transformed into a fawning smile.

"Um—Brother Feng, you're moving, right?"

"I'll help you! I'm strong; don't let my size fool you, I'm all muscle!"

Without saying a word, he snatched the metal supply box from Han Feng's feet and easily hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go! Take me to see what the legendary elite zone is really like!"