High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chen Gang's eyebrows twitched when he heard the name "Han Feng".

"I've heard of it."

His voice was calm, with a natural sense of distance.

"The one who fixes planes based on 'intuition'?"

He pronounced the word "intuition" with a casual tone, making no attempt to conceal it.

"Yes, it's him."

Zhang Yi leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, as if he were telling a huge joke.

Liao Ming praised him to the skies, saying that he could figure out the core of the fault without any instruments.

"I think this time, he wants to use Han Feng to test his skills against you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Gang suddenly smiled.

He was a tech fanatic who genuinely laughed when he heard fallacies and heresies.

"Teacher, you're overthinking it."

He calmly got up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the office.

Outside the window was a huge cluster of hangars, with a complex structure, where countless maintenance workers were busy at work.

His tone was sharp and insightful, unlike that of a young man.

"The so-called 'intuition,' or rather, 'sensory talent'..."

"It can indeed save some time when dealing with low-level, superficial mechanical faults."

"After all, experienced technicians can also identify some obvious problems by listening and touching."

"but!"

Chen Gang turned around abruptly, his eyes sharp.

"The modern psionic fighter is an ultimate creation, a fusion of tens of thousands of intricate parts and profound runic logic!"

He stretched out his finger and tapped his temple.

"The core fault often lies hidden at the micro level."

"It's an anomaly in the turbulence coefficient of the energy fluid at a certain loop, within 0.01 seconds!"

"It's just a seemingly insignificant logical redundancy within tens of thousands of lines of flight control rune code!"

"These things are invisible and intangible!"

"Based on perception?"

A hint of pity curved the corners of Chen Gang's mouth.

"Could he possibly use 'intuition' to sense that the energy conversion rate of a set of rune arrays had decreased by 0.3 per thousand?"

He walked back to the table, picked up the futuristic-looking multi-functional psionic detector, and elegantly twirled it between his fingertips.

"Perception, at best, replaces the least efficient form of visual inspection."

"What truly solves problems is a solid theoretical foundation, impeccable logical deduction, and the ultimate use of cutting-edge tools."

"My equipment is ten thousand times more accurate than anyone else's 'sense'!"

"His so-called 'special abilities' are a product of the previous era. His attempt to solve the problems of this era is simply a pipe dream."

"It's meaningless."

Chen Gang spoke the last four words casually, yet with absolute confidence.

After hearing this, Zhang Yi excitedly slapped his thigh!

"Well said! Excellent! As expected of my disciple, Zhang Yi, your insight is truly profound!"

He patted Chen Gang on the shoulder heavily, his smile radiant.

"That idiot Liao Ming thinks he's found some rare treasure."

"He simply doesn't understand that on this path of technology, only knowledge and reason are the sole ladder to godhood!"

"Tomorrow, you will use your skills and pure technique to teach Han Feng and that arrogant Liao Ming a profound lesson!"

"Let them understand what real technology is!"

Chen Gang nodded slightly, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Don't worry, teacher."

"In this field, I have no rivals among my peers."

……

The next morning.

Training Ground No. 3

Beneath the enormous dome, the atmosphere was intense.

In the center of the field, ten all-black Peregrine fighter jets stood silently, their appearance exuding a sense of oppression.

Their bodies have various man-made scars on their surfaces, which look quite serious.

Inside, Zhao Yu had personally planted countless logical traps and psionic diseases.

This is a test question of "hell difficulty".

The stands were already bustling with noise, and countless eyes were focused on the two main characters who were about to enter.

"Look! Instructor Zhang Yi and Chen Gang are here!"

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

Zhang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, exuding an aura of authority.

Behind him, Chen Gang stood with a cold expression, dressed in a crisp elite cadet uniform, carrying a silver toolbox that gleamed with metallic luster in one hand.

The toolbox was branded with the "Gears and Stars" emblem of the Tiangong Group, and its surface was shrouded in a faint aura of psionic energy, clearly indicating that it was a luxury item with a built-in advanced diagnostic module.

"Holy crap, that's the 'Explorer Type III' toolbox from Tiangong Group, right? A complete set probably costs hundreds of thousands of contribution points!"

"More than that! I heard it can bypass the academy's terminals and directly connect to the Tiangong Group's internal database! This is practically a game-changer!"

"There's nothing we can do; Chen Gang is a monster. Zhang Yi really went all out for him!"

"What's the point of comparing? Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable."

Amidst the astonishment and envy of the crowd, another group of people appeared at the entrance on the other side.

Liao Ming walked in front.

Beside him stood Han Feng, dressed in faded gray overalls.

Han Feng was also carrying a toolbox, but it was a standard metal box issued by the academy, with dents and scratches on the edges.

Behind them, Fat Tiger, Little Li, and Zhou Wen nervously held up a very tacky banner.

"Keep it up, you madman!"

The four large, crooked characters looked out of place in the surrounding high-tech environment.

"puff--"

A burst of barely suppressed laughter erupted from the stands.

When Zhang Yi saw this, his face twitched, and the contempt in his eyes almost overflowed.

"To attract attention and gain popularity."

He coldly uttered four words.

The two groups met in the center of the field.

Zhang Yi stopped and stared at Liao Ming with a half-smile.

"Old Liao, you've really made quite a show of it. But the assessment is based on solid hand skills, not on who can shout the loudest."

Liao Ming, not to be outdone, retorted with a smile.

"There's nothing I can do. My apprentice is well-liked, and his brothers spontaneously support him. I can't stop them."

"Unlike some people, who are all alone and look rather pitiful."

Zhang Yi's face stiffened, and he let out a cold snort.

"That's the loneliness of genius; you mortals simply can't understand!"

He turned his head and said to Chen Gang meaningfully.

"Gangzi, go easy on him later. Don't make him lose too badly. He's a colleague after all, so we have to save face."

Chen Gang nodded slightly.

His gaze finally passed over Liao Ming and landed on Han Feng for the first time.

That legendary rival.

very common.

It was even a bit shabby.

Apart from his eyes being a little too bright, there was nothing else noteworthy about his entire body.

The last trace of vigilance in Chen Gang's heart completely dissipated.

He didn't even bother to speak, simply nodding indifferently at Han Feng as a greeting.

His attitude was arrogant and condescending, completely disregarding Han Feng.

Han Feng was not annoyed and smiled and nodded in return.

He could clearly sense the strong confidence emanating from the other person, the arrogance of a technical genius.

A week ago, facing such an opponent might have been truly difficult.

but now……

Sorry, I cheated.

Moreover, the cheat software has just been updated.

Just then, a series of steady and powerful footsteps sounded.

The noise from the entire training ground came to an abrupt halt.

Zhao Yu has arrived.

He was dressed in a spotless black Class B engineer uniform, his face was stern, and he was followed by two assistants holding record boards.

His gaze swept across the entire room, finally lingering on Han Feng and Chen Gang for a second each.

"Enough with the small talk."

Zhao Yu's voice was not loud, but each word was clear and had a metallic coldness.

"A repairman's skills speak for themselves."

"Each of the ten fighter jets on the field has more than twenty complex malfunctions."

"Within three hours, identify and fix all faults to pass."

"The one who completes the task in the shortest time will be qualified to join my project team."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on the terminal.

"The assessment begins now!"