High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Twenty minutes later.

The heavy metal door of the testing workshop finally slid open slowly.

A tester in a white uniform walked out quickly, holding a data report in his hand.

Liao Ming was the first to rush forward.

He was so nervous that his neck turned bright red.

"How is it?"

"Was it Han Feng's result from our group?"

The tester shook his head.

"no."

"This is the second one sent in; this is Chen Gang's report."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi and Chen Gang immediately surrounded him.

Although both of them wore confident expressions, their breathing couldn't help but quicken.

"Congratulations!"

The tester smiled and handed the report to Chen Gang.

"A perfect repair."

"All faults have been eliminated, and the fighter jet's performance has been restored to 94.8% of its factory condition. Rating: Excellent!"

"Whoosh—"

A collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the crowd.

"94.8%! My God!"

"To restore a machine that was so badly damaged to this extent is nothing short of miraculous!"

"As expected of Chen Gang, a genius is a genius!"

It's important to know that the college's evaluation standards are extremely rigorous.

A performance recovery rate of 70% is considered acceptable.

80% is good.

Those who can achieve 90% are extremely rare, and are absolutely rated as "excellent".

For an apprentice who hasn't even graduated to achieve this level of skill is truly worthy of the title of genius.

Chen Gang looked at the glaring number on the report, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

His gaze swept over Han Feng in the corner, filled with the scrutiny and provocation of a victor.

Zhang Yi was beaming with joy.

He deliberately walked up to Liao Ming and Han Feng, put his hands behind his back, and adopted the posture of an elder who was pointing out the flaws in the world.

"Little Han, did you see that?"

"That's what you call professionalism."

"94.8%, that's the real, solid indicator."

"Although you were half an hour faster, remember that in the repair business, safety comes first and quality is paramount."

He then turned to look at Liao Ming, his smile carrying an undisguised sympathy.

"Old Liao, don't be discouraged."

"Your apprentice is a bit impetuous, but his hand speed is decent; he's got the work to do."

"Go back and work on your character, avoid arrogance and impatience, and you'll still have a chance next year."

Liao Ming was so angry that his teeth were itching. He was about to retort when Han Feng gently stopped him.

Han Feng simply smiled and nodded, looking like he had learned something.

"Teacher Zhang is right, quality is indeed very important."

"Hmm, this child is teachable."

Zhang Yi raised his chin with satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of pointing fingers and lecturing his opponents.

At that moment, Liao Ming could no longer hold back.

He shouted at the testers who hadn't left yet.

"Why!"

"Where's Han Feng's report from our group?"

"He handed in his paper half an hour earlier than Chen Gang, why isn't he out yet?!"

This shout made Zhang Yi and Chen Gang's smiles even wider.

"Isn't that obvious?"

Zhang Yi scoffed.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for everyone around him to hear clearly.

"There must be too many problems, or it simply wasn't fixed at all."

"The testing team is checking for faults one by one, that's why it's slow."

Chen Gang also shook his head, his eyes revealing just the right amount of "regret".

They seemed to regret Han Feng's eagerness for quick success.

However, the tester did not leave immediately.

He scratched his head, his expression extremely strange.

"that……"

"Han Feng's fighter jet has actually been tested long ago."

"Then why not submit a report?"

Liao Ming's heart jumped into his throat.

"It's because..."

The tester stammered, as if organizing his thoughts or unsure how to express himself.

"Because the data is a bit... off."

"Our testing team leader was worried that the equipment had malfunctioned, so he's replacing it with a backup device and doing a third round of testing."

"The data is not right?"

Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he almost burst out laughing.

"I knew it!"

"It must have been damaged during repair! It made their testing equipment display error codes!"

"Haha, Lao Liao, are you ready to write your self-criticism report?"

……

Inside the testing workshop.

The team leader in charge of testing Han Feng's fighter jet was sweating profusely as he clutched two identical reports.

He ran wildly, burst through the door, and rushed into Zhao Yu's room where Zhao Yu was drinking tea.

"Engineer Zhao! Engineer Zhao! Please go and take a look!"

Zhao Yu put down his teacup, his brows furrowed.

"What's the panic?"

"Was that plane not repaired?"

"If there's a problem, we just send it back for revision; that's the rule."

"No...it's not that it wasn't fixed."

The team leader swallowed hard and shoved the report directly in front of Zhao Yu.

"We tested it three times, using two different instruments."

"The performance parameters of this aircraft... no matter how I measure them, they're all 100.5%!"

Zhao Yu's hand trembled violently.

The scalding tea splashed onto the back of his hand, but he didn't feel it at all.

"How much did you say?"

"100.5%!"

The team leader's voice was almost breaking with tears.

"This is outrageous!"

"It's 0.5 percentage points better performing than a brand-new aircraft that just rolled off the production line!"

"Engineer Zhao, this doesn't make sense! Are all our testing stations broken?"

Zhao Yu suddenly stood up and snatched the report away.

His eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

The performance improved instead of decreased after repair?

Did they consecrate the engine?!

……

Outside the testing workshop, the atmosphere was already somewhat tense.

Zhang Yi paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, unable to hide the smile on his face.

He glanced again at Liao Ming, who was craning his neck and looking around anxiously, and wanted to offer a few more words of advice.

Just then, the door to the testing workshop was suddenly slammed open from the inside.

Zhao Yu clutched the report tightly in his hand and strode out.

He walked so fast that the buttons on his collar were askew.

The expression on his face was extremely complex.

Shock, elation, and a kind of unbelievable disbelief, as if I had seen a ghost.

"Engineer Zhao!"

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to greet them, speaking before anyone else could.

"Was that kid's data so outrageous that it broke the machine?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Liao Ming and deliberately raised his voice, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

"Old Liao, I told you, young people shouldn't be impatient for quick success; they should be down-to-earth in their work."

"Now we might even have to pay for the repair of the testing equipment."

Chen Gang stood to the side without saying a word, but the curve of his lips said it all.

Stable.

The outcome is decided.

Liao Ming ignored Zhang Yi's chatter and stared intently at the piece of paper in Zhao Yu's hand.

His palms were covered in cold sweat.

Zhao Yu stopped and glanced at Zhang Yi and Chen Gang.

That look in his eyes was so strange it sent chills down your spine.

"Who told you that the machine was giving errors because the data looked bad?"

Zhang Yi was taken aback.

"what?"

"Wasn't it just not fixed properly?"

Zhao Yu didn't say anything.

He slapped the report in his hand onto Zhang Yi's chest.

See for yourself.

Zhang Yi instinctively took the report and looked down at it.

Chen Gang immediately came over out of curiosity.

Just one glance.

The smiles on the faces of the master and apprentice froze there.

That smug expression froze instantly, making it look utterly ridiculous.

At the very bottom of the report, in the comprehensive performance evaluation section, there was a line of bold, red numbers and text:

[Performance recovery rate: 100.5%]

[Rating: Perfect (Exceeds factory standards)]

"This...how...is this possible?!"

Zhang Yi's voice was so sharp it became distorted, as if someone was choking him.

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Zhao Yu, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Zhao, this machine! It's definitely broken!"

"Or the sensor is short-circuited! Yes, it must be a short circuit!"

"A restoration to its original state is at most 95%, how could it possibly be 100.5%?"

"This completely violates the law of conservation of energy!"

Chen Gang was also stunned, his mind buzzing.

His prized knowledge system was shattered at that moment by that string of bright red numbers.

Exceeding factory standards?

Did he simply fix it once, or did he disassemble the entire engine and redesign it?

Zhao Yu snorted coldly, put his hands back in the pockets of his white coat, and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"At first, I also thought the machine was broken."

"So we replaced them with two spare testing stations."

"Then we had three different senior technicians conduct three cross-tests."

Zhao Yu pointed to the report, speaking clearly and deliberately, his voice carrying throughout the room.

"This is the final result."

There were no misjudgments.

The scene was deathly silent.

All the students and instructors watching were gaping, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

They looked at the report, which seemed like a divine revelation, and then at Han Feng, who stood in the corner, his face calm from beginning to end.

An utterly absurd thought popped into everyone's mind.

This is not even a competition of the same dimension.

They are testing maintenance skills.

He was demonstrating how to turn a pile of scrap metal into a powerful weapon.

It's even better than the new ones.

This is beyond everyone's comprehension.

Outrageous.

This is absolutely outrageous! It's ridiculously absurd!