High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

The maglev train glides silently, leaving the glamorous inner city behind.

The world outside the car window is a rapidly changing spectacle of light and shadow.

On one side are a high-tech sky garden and dazzling buildings.

On the other side lies a bleak and oppressive steel jungle.

Separated by a wall, two worlds.

Han Feng leaned against the corner, quietly looking out the window.

The interior of the carriage was clearly divided into sections.

The residents of the inner city were well-dressed, talking in hushed tones, and the air was filled with a faint scent of perfume.

On the other side, it was crowded with laborers who had just finished get off work at the outer city factory. They were wearing work clothes stained with oil, their faces were tired, and their bodies smelled of a mixture of sweat and machine oil.

An invisible wall separates the carriages.

Han Feng recalled the time when he first transmigrated.

If it weren't for that newly appointed outer-city councilor who forcefully pushed through the "civilian genius selection program" three years ago...

He, an orphan who started out in the best possible way, is probably still struggling to make ends meet in the quagmire of the outer city.

Unfortunately, the project was halted after only one run due to its enormous cost and lack of significant results, with other members of parliament joining forces to stop it.

He became the sole survivor and the biggest beneficiary.

Han Feng remembered this kindness.

If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely thank that congressman I have never met.

The train has arrived at the station.

The familiar noise and dust rushed towards me.

Half an hour later, at the aircraft graveyard.

Han Feng navigated the rusty forest of machine wreckage with practiced ease, arriving at the iconic recliner.

"Kid, you're here."

Grandpa Sun didn't doze off today. He lifted his cloudy eyelids and his gaze swept over Han Feng.

He let out a soft exclamation.

"You're acting a bit different, kid?"

In the past, Han Feng, although his eyes were bright, always had a student-like air about him.

Today, he stood ramrod straight, exuding an indescribable sharpness.

"I had a good meal," Han Feng replied with a smile, his answer simple and direct.

Grandpa Sun pursed his lips and didn't ask any further questions.

He took the chip card from Han Feng, swiped it lightly on the old terminal, and it made a "beep" sound.

"Kid, be careful when you fly today."

He tossed the card back and pointed to the familiar "CJ-3" aircraft in the distance.

"Recently, the radar in the outer city defense zone has detected several unsuspecting flying monsters circling around nearby."

"Although we didn't dare get close to the fortress city, who knows if some fool might just barge in."

Grandpa Sun pulled a greasy bunch of keys from a box next to the recliner.

"Here, I've filled the cannons under the wings with a hundred armor-piercing rounds."

Han Feng was taken aback.

Sure enough, he saw that the old cannon casing was polished to a shine, and the ammunition belt openings showed signs of recent maintenance.

"The old man is slow. If you run into him, run if you can. Don't be reckless."

Grandpa Sun's tone became a bit more serious.

"If you ruin this crappy plane, you won't be able to fly anymore. Think about it carefully."

Han Feng felt a warmth in his heart and nodded solemnly.

"Okay, sir, thanks."

He knew that this was the old man expressing his care in his own unique way.

They walked around the "CJ-3" and inspected the fuselage.

As his hand touched the cold metal body again, the system notification sounded precisely on time.

[A "flying sword" has been detected. Model: Beginner-3, Rank: Pseudo-magical artifact.]

[Should we establish a mental link?]

"Yes."

hum!

A familiar warmth flowed into my palm.

Han Feng's consciousness was no longer simply touching, but instantly merging into every inch of the aircraft's structure.

He "saw" it.

There is a tiny looseness of 0.01 millimeters in the hydraulic pipe interface of the left landing gear, which may cause oil leakage during high-intensity maneuvers.

The third balancing cable of the tail fin has lost 2% of its toughness due to metal fatigue, and there is a risk of it breaking during extreme climbs.

The piston rings of cylinder number three of the engine are worn beyond the standard, resulting in slightly insufficient cylinder pressure, which affects the maximum power output.

Countless minute flaws, so subtle that even precision instruments struggle to detect them in one go, formed a clear three-dimensional structural diagram in his mind.

Han Feng's professional habit kicked in.

My hands were itching to pull out my toolbox and give this old thing a complete overhaul, inside and out, to make its performance 100.5%.

But he could also sense that these were just signs of aging and did not affect low-intensity flight.

He suppressed the urge to take action.

Today, there are more important things to do.

Han Feng pulled open the canopy, nimbly climbed in, and expertly fastened his seatbelt.

Start, coast, accelerate, pull the lever!

All in one go!

With that familiar roar of the engine, the fighter jet that carried his dream of becoming a martial arts hero once again broke free from the earth's gravity and soared into the sky!

[Host detected to be flying on a sword...]

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +1]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation is progressing... Health +0.1]

The long-awaited system notification sound was pleasant and soothing.

Han Feng circled steadily in the air, looking down from above.

The massive East China Sea Fortress City, like a steel behemoth, left a huge mark on the earth.

The "safe zone" stretching for tens of kilometers is interspersed with farmland and factories, where countless people work to keep this city of ten million people breathing.

Beyond that lies a barren, grayish-yellow land.

That was a wasteland, a paradise for monsters, and a forbidden zone for humans.

A few minutes later, a slight burning sensation came from inside my body.

Han Feng glanced at the panel; his Qi and Blood had been depleted by over a hundred points, nearly a third of his current total.

"It's time."

Without further hesitation, he took out a basic Qi and Blood potion from his pocket.

This is a treasure he bought for 100 contribution points.

Unscrew the cap and gulp it down.

The cool medicine slid down my throat, instantly turning into a surging heat that violently rushed to my limbs and bones.

[Using a basic Qi and Blood potion restores 20 Qi and Blood points per minute for ten minutes.]

The depleted Qi and blood are quickly replenished and continue to rise.

Here comes the confidence!

The next moment, Han Feng gripped the control stick tightly, his eyes suddenly sharpening!

The internal energy and blood were frantically activated according to the methods of the "Sword Control Technique"!

Without reservation, he infused this power into every inch of the aircraft's steel frame through a spiritual connection!

"Come on, old pal!"

Let's do something different!

He suddenly slammed the control stick to the left!

Under normal circumstances, the aircraft should tilt to the left and then complete a smooth turn.

But this time, with the support of Han Feng's powerful will and abundant blood energy, the "CJ-3" aircraft only paused slightly.

Immediately, the entire aircraft suddenly shifted dozens of meters to the left in mid-air!

The fuselage remains level!

The flight attitude remained completely unchanged!

This scene completely disregards the basic laws of aerodynamics!

"Hahaha! That's awesome!"

Han Feng burst into laughter. This feeling of freedom and perfect harmony between man and machine was simply intoxicating!

This is true sword flight!

He started experimenting wildly!

Push the throttle valve hard, and the power of blood and qi savagely pours into the engine!

The old propeller emitted a loud, strained roar, its rotation speed instantly tearing through the red line area on the dial!

The plane shot forward like a cannonball!

The terrifying force of the push almost pressed Han Feng firmly into the seat.

[Mastering a New Skill: Movement Technique - Spiral Charge (Beginner 0/100)]

He pulled the stick sharply again, pointing the nose of the plane vertically towards the sky!

The plane was climbing at an illogical angle, the speedometer was plummeting, and it looked like it was about to stall and crash!

However, just as the plane's ascent momentum waned and it was about to plummet...

Han Feng forcibly twisted the fuselage, making the bulky old plane perform an almost impossible maneuver in the air.

The nose of the aircraft is raised high, like a cobra raising its head.

Immediately afterwards, the fuselage drifted in the air like a leaf falling in the wind, its posture strange yet full of indescribable rhythm.

"Cobra maneuver" followed by "Falling Leaf"!

Finally, the plane smoothly recovered to level flight without any hesitation or scrambling.

[Mastering a New Skill: Body Technique - Reversal of Heaven and Earth (Beginner 0/100)]