High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

On the other side of the venue.

Chen Gang has just fixed the eleventh fault point.

Sweat streamed down his face, but he didn't care; a confident smile curved his lips.

Half the problem was solved in one hour.

This speed has surpassed all his previous records.

He subconsciously raised his head, ready to be greeted by the admiration and amazement from the stands.

That is the glory of genius.

However, what he saw was an empty railing.

The dozens of people who had been crowding behind him to watch had vanished without a trace.

Only two or three officials remained, all craning their necks and staring intently in the opposite direction.

Chen Gang was completely stunned.

What about people?

He looked in the direction everyone was looking.

A large crowd of people surrounded Han Feng's fighter jet, making it impossible to move.

Some people even disregarded their image and stood on the railings, desperately trying to peer inside.

From time to time, there were suppressed but still clearly audible gasps from the crowd.

"There's been an accident over there?"

This was the first and only reasonable thought that popped into Chen Gang's mind.

That's definitely the case.

That guy who relied on luck probably caused some major accident by acting recklessly, which is why he attracted so many onlookers.

Watching a spectacle is human nature.

"To attract attention and gain popularity."

Chen Gang sneered inwardly and forcibly looked away, but a nameless fire was burning inside him.

Repairing airplanes requires absolute rationality and precise calculations; it's about hard skills, not some kind of gimmick to grab attention.

He shook off his distracting thoughts and refocused his attention.

The movements of his hands unconsciously quickened.

As long as I finish first, and as long as my score is the highest, all eyes will eventually humbly return to me—the true number one.

……

Another half hour passed.

A clear, pure engine roar suddenly erupted in the area where Han Feng was located.

That was the sound of the machine being tested after the repair was completed.

The sound was powerful, full, and smooth, without a trace of noise.

Han Feng stood in front of the nose of the plane, gently placing his palm on the slightly vibrating fuselage, and closed his eyes.

To outsiders, he appeared to be sensing the vibration frequency of the engine.

But in Han Feng's mind, this was a resonance between him and the soul of the fighter jet.

It is a fluid of psionic energy, surging and singing joyfully within its revitalized network.

The knowledge system of "Principles of the Psionic Engine - Proficiency" and the absolute perception of "Human-Machine Integration" formed a perfect closed loop in his mind.

"The injection timing of injector number four will be delayed by 0.03 milliseconds."

"Increase the opening of the psionic booster valve by 1%."

He murmured softly, as if talking to an old friend.

He then picked up his tools, crawled back into the engine compartment, and made the final fine-tuning by feel, without any instruments to assist him.

boom--!

The engine's roar suddenly rose an octave, tearing through the air, yet it was incredibly smooth!

"Done."

Han Feng brushed the oil off his hands, crawled out from under the machine, and pressed the timer hard.

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.

The bright red numbers were frozen at one hour and thirty minutes.

The staff member in charge of recording stepped forward with the assessment checklist, his hands trembling slightly.

He checked each item one by one, his voice trembling.

"Hydraulic failure in the left landing gear...repaired."

"Fire control radar phase shift... fixed."

"Psionic booster circuit overload... fixed."

……

"Wait... what is this?"

The worker pointed to a brand-new, smooth polishing mark on the inner wall of the engine's air intake, his voice filled with confusion.

Han Feng shrugged, his tone indifferent.

"There were micron-sized metal fatigue cracks on the inner wall of the air intake. Although it wasn't on the exam, it was an eyesore, so I just welded it on."

Staff member: "..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

An eyesore?

smoothly?

That's a line of small print that takes half a day to scan with a 3D psionic flaw detector to find in the report!

You call this convenient?!

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

Zhao Yu could no longer hold back and shouted "Good!" three times.

He rushed forward and slapped Han Feng hard on the shoulder.

"Kid! Your skills are fucking art!"

"It's art born for war!"

Han Feng simply smiled modestly.

"You flatter me, Engineer Zhao. It's just a matter of practice makes perfect."

After confirming that all items were completed perfectly, ground crew carefully towed the fighter jet away in a tow truck to the performance testing center at the rear.

The plane was towed away, but the crowd of onlookers seemed to be nailed to the spot, refusing to disperse for a long time.

"Is...is this really real?"

"I felt like I was watching a sci-fi blockbuster."

"This is inhuman! It's definitely a genetic mutation!"

"No normal human being could do that!"

"Although it's easy to fix, I wonder how many points it will score in the final performance test. Is it just for show?"

Even if you see it with your own eyes.

Han Feng's repair methods, which transcend theory and common sense, still leave most people with reservations.

Han Feng's assessment is over.

The crowd surged back to Chen Gang's side.

After all, that's the "textbook" that you can understand and learn from.

Han Feng's feat is a miracle, something mortals can only look up to.

Feeling the intense gazes gathering around him again, Chen Gang finally felt relieved.

See, after the uproar, people will eventually return to reason and appreciate the real technology.

Another half hour passed.

When the clock steadily pointed to exactly two hours, Chen Gang put down the probe in his hand.

He meticulously performed three self-checks to ensure every detail was flawless before gracefully removing his psionic gloves and pressing the stop button.

Chen Gang let out a long breath, and a victorious smile returned to his face.

He turned and walked toward his mentor, Zhang Yi.

"Mentor, I have not failed you."

Chen Gang's voice was filled with the arrogance of a genius.

"Two hours straight, zero mistakes."

"I should be the first one to finish the assessment, right?"

Zhang Yi looked at his prized student, his expression incredibly complex.

It felt like I'd been constipated for three days and three nights—a mix of relief and unspeakable embarrassment.

Chen Gang immediately sensed that something was wrong.

His gaze sharpened as he looked at his junior brother beside him.

The junior disciple shrank his neck and spoke in a trembling voice, barely audible.

"Um... Brother Gang... Han Feng... he handed in his paper half an hour ago."

"What?!"

The smile on Chen Gang's face froze and shattered instantly.

Half an hour ago?

That's just... an hour and a half?!

"impossible!"

Chen Gang roared, his voice becoming shrill and distorted.

"A fighter jet with over twenty complex malfunctions—even for me, just going through the standard testing procedures would take more than an hour!"

"How could he be so fast?"

"Unless... unless he didn't have a full test at all!"

"He...he really didn't use the testing equipment much."

The junior brother's voice became even softer, as if he was afraid of being affected by Chen Gang's anger.

"He went up and started dismantling it, then he started repairing it, and after repairing it... he handed it over."

Chen Gang was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter in anger.

"I knew it."

He shook his head, the shock in his eyes turning into deep disdain and contempt.

"In order to speed things up, they even dare to skip the most basic safety procedures?"

"This isn't maintenance, this is murdering future pilots!"

He instantly regained his high ground and straightened his back again.

He turned to Zhang Yi and said.

"Mentor, you taught me that the soul of a repairman is 'responsibility,' not speed."

"Since he's so eager for quick success, the final performance test will be his day of reckoning, his downfall!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi finally felt relieved.

Yup!

What good is being fast!

If it can't be fixed properly, or if the repairs are flawed, it's all for nothing!

"You're right, Gangzi!"

Zhang Yi patted Chen Gang's shoulder heavily, his expression completely softening.

"Your steady, meticulous, and perfectionist craftsmanship is the right path for us technicians!"

"Don't let those unorthodox methods distract you; let's wait for the results!"

"Performance testing is the only true measure of success!"

As the tractor slowly towed away the fighter jet they had painstakingly repaired, the master and apprentice smiled at each other.

Victory is already in our grasp.