High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

In just ten minutes.

Han Feng was like a child who had just received a new toy, playing wildly.

He tirelessly tried various flying maneuvers in the sky.

Every action was beyond reason and incomprehensible.

These highly difficult maneuvers were judged by the system to be the highest level of training.

My proficiency with the [Sword Control Technique] skyrocketed like a rocket.

The efficiency of cultivation growth is several times that of the usual leisurely flight.

Of course, the cost is a severe depletion of vital energy and blood.

His health points on the panel had dropped below 200, almost reaching rock bottom.

But this time, the gains were immense!

His cultivation level surged from the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm (222/1000) to the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm (392/1000)!

His proficiency in Sword Control has reached [Beginner: 180/1000].

Most importantly, he mastered two brand-new movement techniques!

These are all trump cards that can save your life and allow you to turn the tide!

"This money was well spent!"

Han Feng felt incredibly relieved.

He unscrewed the cap of the second Qi and Blood Potion, preparing for one last sprint before heading back.

Just then—

"Buzz... Calling! Calling!"

Suddenly, a piercing electrical noise exploded on the cockpit's public communication channel.

Immediately following was a man's desperate roar!

"This is the Farstar Logistics Security Team!"

"Black Rock Valley!"

"We've been attacked by Ironwing Ravens!"

"Requesting backup! Requesting..."

The sound suddenly stopped.

All that could be heard on the channel was the buzzing sound of electricity.

Han Feng's movement of pouring the medicine into his mouth stopped in mid-air.

The next second, a calm, official female voice switched into the channel.

"Calling K7 airspace NC-3 aircraft, this is the East China Sea City Defense Center lookout tower, please respond."

Han Feng immediately picked up the communicator, his voice becoming somber.

"NC-3 received."

"NC-3, the distress signal you just heard was genuine."

"A transport convoy of 'Farstar Logistics' was attacked by several 'Ironwing Ravens' in the Black Rock Valley, 30 kilometers outside the city, resulting in casualties."

"Watchtower, I'm just a training aircraft." Han Feng's tone was calm.

"We know."

"But you are currently the closest air unit to the scene of the incident and the only one carrying live ammunition."

The woman's voice paused.

The conversation suddenly shifted.

"This is not a mandatory task."

"But Farstar Logistics has an excellent reputation and has already posted a reward through emergency channels."

"Any organization or individual that provides effective assistance will receive a reward of no less than 10,000 contribution points."

10,000 contribution points!

Han Feng's breathing paused for a moment.

He was about to say "I'm not going," but he swallowed the words back down.

Ten thousand points, that's no joke.

A sliver of caution remained in his heart, and he pressed for the most crucial information.

"Number of monsters? Rank?"

"According to the last information sent back by the convoy's guards, there were five Tier 1 beginner Ironwing Ravens."

Five heads, first-level beginner.

Han Feng's brain was working at lightning speed.

Ironwing Ravens are extremely fast-flying beasts with wings that look like they're made of steel. They are common low-level flying monsters in the wasteland.

Five of them coming at him at once would be a classic dead end for his old propeller-driven machine.

Of course, that applies to ordinary pilots.

Now, he has the [Sword Control Technique] as his advantage!

Those flights that defied the laws of physics just now gave him immense confidence.

If I can't beat them, can't I at least outrun them?

Risks can be controlled.

The profits, however, were enormous.

Ten thousand contribution points are enough for him to buy a hundred Qi and Blood Potions, enough for him to fly in the sky for more than twenty hours!

This is the passport to a higher realm!

This muddy water is worth venturing into!

"Watchtower, send me the coordinates." Han Feng's voice became steady.

"I'll go check on the situation."

"If things don't go well, I'll leave immediately."

"clear."

"NC-3, be careful."

"Coordinates have been sent."

On the dial in front of Han Feng, a small point of light began to flicker.

A virtual flight path stretches towards the distant wasteland.

He pushed the throttle valve.

He slowly channeled the last of his vital energy into the engine.

The old "J-3" gave a low, warlike roar.

The plane turned and sped off towards the Black Stone Valley.

……

Meanwhile, in the Black Rock Valley.

boom!

Another black rock, the size of a human head, fell from the sky.

It crashed down like a cannonball, slamming heavily onto the roof of a "Rhino" heavy off-road vehicle.

The thick alloy armor plate dented in a large chunk instantly.

The entire vehicle jolted violently.

The car alarm emitted a piercing scream.

"Ah Kuan! Damn it! Beat him up!"

"Shoot at the lone one!"

Feng Biao, the team leader, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, hid behind an armored vehicle.

He roared at the young man on the anti-aircraft machine gun position on the roof of the vehicle.

The guard named A-Kuan gritted his teeth.

He frantically spun the machine gun, trying to lock onto the swirling black shadow high in the sky.

But the Ironwinged Ravens in the sky were too cunning.

They maintained an extreme height, making it impossible for him to aim effectively.

"Captain! No! They're too tall!" Ah-Kuan was sweating profusely with anxiety.

In the instant he was distracted, a dark shadow swooped down from the sky.

It did not attack A-Kuan.

Instead, it used its claws to grab a larger rock from the nearby mountainside.

"Watch out!" Feng Biao's pupils suddenly contracted.

The iron-winged raven let out a sharp cry and loosened its grip on its claws.

The boulder, accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air, crashed straight into the machine gun position where Ah Kuan was.

"Get out of the way!"

Ah Kuan's face turned ashen, and without thinking, he rolled on the spot.

Boom!

The boulder grazed his body and crashed onto the roof of the car.

Gravel and metal fragments flew everywhere!

"Ugh!"

Ah Kuan let out a miserable scream.

He felt a piercing pain in his left leg.

A sharp piece of metal pierced his thigh, and blood instantly stained his trousers.

"Ah-Kuan!"

A female team member immediately rushed out of the armored vehicle.

Carrying a medical kit, she quickly dragged the injured Ah Kuan behind cover.

"Damn it! Those hairy bastards!"

Feng Biao slammed his fist into the car, his eyes bloodshot.

He stared at the five circling demons high in the sky, his teeth clenched in hatred.

"Sister Ling, how is Ah Kuan?" he asked anxiously to the female team member who was treating his wound.

"The artery in my leg wasn't severed."

"But there's been a lot of blood loss, so we need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible."

Sister Ling cut open Ah Kuan's pants and skillfully bandaged him.

She spoke to Feng Biao while she was busy.

"Captain, Old Wang is in even more trouble!"

"The car shook so badly that the wound on his back reopened."

"He's so feverish he's talking nonsense!"

Feng Biao's heart clenched painfully.

Old Wang was an experienced soldier in their mission outside the city.

On the way back, while covering the convoy, he was struck in the back by the tail spike of a burrowing beast.

They rushed back to Donghai City at all costs just to take Old Wang to the hospital.

If this drags on any longer, even if Old Wang isn't crushed to death by these Ironwing Crows, he won't be able to hold on!

boom!

Another loud bang.

The convoy's last operational anti-aircraft machine gun was smashed into scrap metal by a boulder.

It's completely over.

A hint of despair flashed in Feng Biao's eyes; they had become sitting ducks.

"Where's the air support?!"

"My men are almost all dead!"

He grabbed the communicator and roared furiously at the other end of the line.

"Farstar Team, please remain calm!"

"Air units are on their way!"

"Three minutes to go!"

"Three minutes?"

"Are you coming to collect my corpse in three minutes?!"

Feng Biao roared, his voice filled with utter helplessness.

Just then, a roar of engines, completely different from the sharp cry of the Ironwing Raven, came from afar.

"Huh? What's that sound?"

Everyone instinctively looked up.

An old-fashioned, antique-looking single-propeller plane breaks through the clouds.

It plunged straight down into this mountain valley shrouded in death.