High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chen Gang kept his head down and remained silent.

Zhang Yi sighed, walked over, and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Gangzi, lift your head."

Zhang Yi's gaze was complex. He stared in the direction where Han Feng and the others had disappeared, and the arrogance of a senior technician returned to his face.

"That Han Feng is really weird."

"But you must remember that maintenance and research and development are two completely different paths."

Chen Gang looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

"He relies on perception, on feel, to put it bluntly, on vague luck and talent." Zhang Yi's voice was low, but every word was piercing.

"This kind of person is a natural-born repairman; they can fix things that are broken."

"But research and development is about creating something from nothing! It's about turning a blank sheet of paper into a roaring engine!"

"This is cold, hard theory, massive amounts of data, and logic that is rigorous to the extreme!"

"Based on intuition?" Zhang Yi sneered.

"Can he intuitively draw a completely new psionic circuit diagram?"

"Can he intuitively deduce a rune algorithm that we've never tried before?"

Zhang Yi stretched out his finger and tapped Chen Gang's head.

"Once you're on the project team, that's when you truly shine."

"There, the competition is about who has the most extensive knowledge, the most rigorous logic, and the most creative design!"

"In the realm of knowledge, what does he have to compare with you on?"

Little by little, the light in Chen Gang's eyes rekindled.

Correct!

Repairing is about finding fault.

Research and development is creation!

He can fix an airplane by intuition, but can he design an engine out of thin air by intuition as well? That's impossible!

"Teacher, I understand." Chen Gang clenched his fist, and the dejection in his eyes vanished.

His back straightened up again.

"I lost the maintenance assessment, I admit defeat."

"But on the project team, I will make him understand exactly where the gap between us lies."

"I will use absolute theory and overwhelming results to prove who the real genius is!"

Zhang Yi finally showed a relieved smile.

"That's right!"

Although we lost face today, as long as we can crush Han Feng in research and development, we can repay everything we lost today tenfold.

"Let's go! Let's celebrate!" Zhang Yi waved his hand, trying his best to imitate Liao Ming's boldness.

An apprentice nearby asked cautiously, "Master, shall we go to the second floor?"

"The second floor?"

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, glanced in the direction where Liao Ming and the others had disappeared, his face full of disdain.

"That's a place for nouveau riche, noisy and tasteless."

He pulled a shimmering silver card from his pocket, flicked it between his fingers, and it made a crisp sound.

The card is engraved with an exquisite character for "food".

"A favor from a B-level engineer, exchanged for a spiritual food voucher."

"Let's go to the third floor."

"Eat true high-level spiritual food!"

The apprentices' eyes lit up instantly, and their breathing quickened.

Third floor!

That legendary place that only mentors and A-level students are qualified to enter!

The dishes there are said to be made with second-tier spiritual ingredients, and one dish is worth a month's living expenses for them!

"The teacher is awesome!"

"Now that's what you call impressive!"

Hearing the compliments around him, Zhang Yi's wounded pride finally found some solace.

Even if my wallet is about to be destroyed, I must regain my dignity.

"Walk!"

Zhang Yi led a group of people, heads held high, toward the private elevator leading to the third floor.

That figure carried a hint of tragic grandeur, and a forced sense of dignity.

……

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria of Donghai Martial Arts University, on the second floor, in a private room.

The atmosphere was so lively it felt like the roof was about to be lifted off the ground.

Fat Tiger held a glistening iron-feathered bird leg in his left hand and a piece of dark red wolf rib in his right, eating with his mouth full of oil, while still raising his glass indistinctly.

"You madman! I salute you! If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me!"

Han Feng smiled, raised his glass of juice, and clinked it against his.

"Don't worry, I'll never forget your mouth."

Xiao Li, holding his personal terminal, was calculating rapidly while his eyes gleamed.

"You lunatic, I checked. A C-level technician can get a minimum of this much for a private job with a mercenary group outside the city, repairing a tank..."

He made a "five" gesture, his eyes filled with the symbol of contribution points.

Zhou Wen quietly placed a piece of the tenderest fish belly meat on Han Feng's plate.

"Advanced project team, don't listen to his money-grubbing. Health is the most important thing, eat more."

Liao Ming sat in the main seat, looking at this group of energetic young people, and couldn't stop smiling.

He drank some spirit wine today, and his face was glowing.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Liao Ming put down his chopsticks, his expression becoming more serious.

"Han Feng, I've looked into Zhao Yu's project."

"It's to deal with a new type of flying monster that has recently appeared in the fog area. It requires extremely high instantaneous bursts of power from the engine and excellent turning performance, making it very difficult."

"The theories involved are much deeper than what we usually encounter."

Han Feng nodded, his smile fading.

"Don't worry, Director Liao, I know what I'm doing."

He certainly knows.

Others rely on theory and data for research and development; he relies on cheat codes.

As long as there's a ready-made engine for him to explore, he doesn't care about any theory; he can simply go in as a human and machine and see the inside structure and energy flow from top to bottom.

The problem and the optimization direction are immediately clear, aren't they?

Seeing Han Feng's confidence, Liao Ming said no more and immediately opened the terminal.

【drop! 】

"Your subsidy of 1500 points from last month has been transferred to you."

"Also, the academy has already distributed the referral bonuses for this time. I'll give you half, 3000 points."

"Don't refuse, you deserve it."

"Once you're on the project team, don't embarrass me."

Han Feng's terminal lit up, and his smile deepened as he looked at the extra numbers in his account.

After the dinner ended, Liao Ming announced that the afternoon would be a holiday.

The three of them cheered and put their arms around each other's shoulders, planning to splurge at the virtual battle center.

Han Feng said goodbye to them and returned to the D-level dormitory alone.

The dormitory was empty, and the smell of instant noodles from last night still lingered in the air.

He drew the curtains and turned on his personal terminal.

In the account, there were 500 points from the performance bonus, plus 4500 points given by Liao Minggang.

Total: 5000 contribution points.

A huge sum of money.

He opened the college's internal online store without hesitation.

[Basic Health Potion: Quickly restores 200 health points within 10 minutes. Price: 100 contribution points/potion.]

Order four.

400 contribution points vanished instantly.

Looking at the remaining 4600 points, Han Feng's eyes became incredibly eager.

That's enough for him to fly for more than two hours.

Without the slightest hesitation, he changed into his faded gray training uniform and went out the door.

The maglev train glides silently on the track.

Inside the carriage, the residents of the inner city were dressed smartly, talking in hushed tones, and there was a faint scent of perfume in the air.

On the other side, the area was crowded with laborers who had just finished their shifts at the outer city factory. They wore work clothes stained with oil, looked exhausted, and smelled of a mixture of sweat and machine oil.

An invisible wall divides the train carriage into two worlds.

Han Feng leaned against the corner, opened his personal terminal, and sent a text message to a number saved as "Grandpa Sun".

"Uncle Sun, it's me, Han Feng."

"I have booked 'Elementary Instruction - 3' for one hour. I'll be there in half an hour."

The reply was almost instantaneous, containing only one word.

"it is good."

Han Feng put away his terminal and looked out the window.

The hovercar passed through the massive alloy gate and drove away from the spiritually rich inner city.

The world outside the window instantly transformed from a glamorous, technologically advanced metropolis into a bleak and oppressive steel jungle.

Towering chimneys spewed thick, gray-black smoke, old buildings stood jaggedly intertwined, and the streets were filled with busy, bustling figures.

Separated by just a wall, the difference is like heaven and earth.

This is where he struggled to survive when he first transmigrated.

Every time I come back, I remind him of one thing.

If you want to fly higher, you must remember that you were once in the mud.