High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"Is...is this our support?"

A young guard asked in a trembling voice, his tone filled with the hope of surviving a close call.

Feng Biao also raised his head.

But when he saw the model of the plane, the little flame that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

My heart is ice-cold.

"Elementary Lesson - 3?"

"A training machine discarded by the martial arts university decades ago?"

He recognized the model of this antique at a glance, and felt as if he had a handful of scalding sand stuck in his throat, making it dry and astringent.

This piece of junk is even looked down upon by the reclamation team in the outer city.

What are you using it for?

Are you suggesting we feed this to those beasts?!

"Damn it! The city defense center sent this piece of trash to die?" Feng Biao's eyes turned red with anger, and he couldn't help but curse.

High in the sky, the five Ironwing Ravens also spotted this uninvited guest.

They let out a few sharp, short cries, their voices filled with undisguised mockery.

They even abandoned the convoy that was within easy reach below and changed direction.

Like five black lightning bolts, they surrounded Han Feng's plane.

Feng Biao gripped his rifle tightly, closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear watching the impending aerial tragedy.

In the air, Han Feng's expression was more solemn than ever before.

As soon as he arrived, he became the sole target of hatred in this airspace.

The two iron-winged crows let out a sharp cry, abandoned their clumsy stone-throwing attack, and flapped their wings violently.

Their speed instantly broke the sound barrier, and they came from the left and right, flanking Han Feng.

Fast! Incredibly fast!

Han Feng did not fire.

The distance was too great; the fire control radar on this old aircraft was practically nonexistent, and locking onto targets relied entirely on the naked eye.

One hundred bullets were his only trump card, his entire fortune.

If you're going to kill, you have to kill them with one blow.

He needs to be close enough.

A distance so close that even the monster's instinctive reaction wouldn't have time to react.

Thirty meters!

The numbers he had simulated countless times in the simulator flashed through his mind; they were his only window of opportunity.

It's now!

He abruptly pushed the control lever to the right.

At the same time, the power of qi and blood in his body surged wildly into the "flying sword" named "Chujiao-3" through his arm that was gripping the handle!

[Actively use the beginner-level Sword Control Technique!]

The next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The old CJ-3 trainer drew an extremely strange trajectory in the air.

It does not have a tilted fuselage.

No conventional turning maneuvers were performed.

The fuselage remained perfectly horizontal and was forcibly moved more than 30 meters to the right!

It was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly moved its position in mid-air!

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +2]

[Qi and Blood -25]

The two iron-winged crows' determined attack missed its mark in an instant.

They passed right past where Han Feng had just been, creating two sharp whistling gusts of air.

"Um?"

On the ground, Feng Biao's eyes widened suddenly, and his chin almost hit his chest.

The young guard beside him rubbed his eyes hard, his voice trembling.

"Captain...I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"That plane...flew sideways?"

This completely overturned their entire understanding of flight.

Han Feng, however, had no time to pay attention to the shock on the ground.

Having dodged the first attack, he immediately pulled up to gain a height advantage.

The other three Ironwing Ravens abandoned the ground convoy and charged toward him, screeching as they went.

One of them opened its sharp beak.

A glob of dark green, acidic liquid, carrying a strong corrosive odor, sprayed towards him.

Han Feng pulled the control lever back sharply.

The spirit and the machine are closely integrated, and the man and the machine seem to become one at this moment.

[Unleash your movement technique - Reversing Heaven and Earth!]

The nose of the CJ-3 suddenly rose, its attitude almost perpendicular to the ground, and it looked like it was about to stall due to loss of lift.

But at the critical moment, the fuselage suddenly flipped over in a manner that defied the laws of physics.

Like a leaf blown by a gale, it traced an arc in the air, narrowly avoiding the corrosive liquid.

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +3]

[Proficiency in "Body Technique: Reversal of Heaven and Earth - Beginner" +1]

[Qi and Blood -30]

This series of unpredictable maneuvers allowed him to successfully circle behind the original two Ironwing Ravens.

opportunity!

Han Feng's eyes were sharp as ice as he steadied the aircraft.

The simple crosshairs on the dial were tightly fastened to the back of an Ironwing Raven.

His mind was highly focused at that moment.

With his index finger, he pressed the bright red button on the joystick.

"Da da da!"

The old aircraft cannons roared in a deep, furious voice as several shells were fired from the barrel.

[Host detected using ranged attacks, consistent with the "Sword Qi Projection" characteristic.]

[New skill added: Sword Technique - External Sword Qi Release (Beginner 0/1000)]

The moment the system notification sounded, Han Feng felt as if his will had truly been attached to the cannonball.

It corrected for their negligible ballistic deviations.

[Sword Technique: External Release of Sword Qi - Beginner Level Proficiency +1]

"Gah—!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky.

The right wing of that Ironwing Raven was instantly torn apart by a string of incredibly accurate cannonballs!

Black feathers and flesh exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

It was like a tattered sack, spinning as it plummeted straight to the ground.

"They...they took it down?!"

The young guard's voice trembled.

An incredulous glint flashed in Feng Biao's eyes as he grabbed the communicator and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Open fire on everything that's still movable!"

"A feint attack!"

"Draw the attention of those beasts!"

The death of their companion thoroughly enraged the remaining four Ironwing Ravens.

They abandoned all formation and pounced on Han Feng from all directions.

Cold sweat beaded on Han Feng's forehead.

His actions just now were fluid and effortless, but they also exhausted most of his vital energy.

Without hesitation, he took out the third Qi and Blood Medicine, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

One hundred contribution points, gone just like that.

Before he could feel any heartache, a warm current surged through his body, and his blood and energy were rapidly recovering.

The four Ironwing Ravens displayed an amazing teamwork.

They launched a deadly charge simultaneously from the left, right, and bottom.

This completely blocked all his escape routes.

"Hold!"

Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly pulled up the nose of the plane and performed an extreme climb and roll, trying to squeeze through the only gap above.

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +4]

[Qi and Blood -45]

He narrowly avoided the sharp claws of the two iron-winged ravens on his left and right.

But the one that attacked from below was still 0.1 seconds faster.

"Clang—!"

A sickening metallic scraping sound filled Han Feng's ears.

A gleaming claw slashed fiercely across the left wing of the CJ-3!

The fuselage jolted violently!

Han Feng felt as if he had been kicked hard from the side.

He slammed into the cabin wall, his internal organs feeling as if they had shifted out of place.

The piercing alarm instantly filled the entire cockpit!

Han Feng turned his head to look.

A gruesome wound, more than half a meter long, was torn open on the skin of the left wing.

The swirling metal sheet vibrated wildly in the airflow.

A chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head.

If it had gone any deeper and severed the main beam, he would have died here today!

"Old Master Sun is determined to skin me alive..."

The thought flashed through my mind for only a moment before it was replaced by a stronger, more intense rage that came from the depths of my soul.

This is not a case of aircraft damage.

This is his "flying sword," which has been slashed!

Seeing that their attack had succeeded, the remaining Ironwing Ravens let out another sharp screech.

They stood one after the other, ready to launch the final, fatal blow.

"I'm not playing with you guys anymore!"

Han Feng's eyes turned completely cold.

He slammed the throttle valve shut.

He poured the energy and blood that had just been restored in his body, along with the anger that had been provoked, into the engine without reservation!

[Master a new skill: Movement Technique - Spiral Dash!]

The old engine of the "CET-3" let out a groan of unbearable strain.

Then, the sound transformed into a loud and high-pitched dragon roar!

On the dial, all the hands instantly hit the bottom, bursting into a series of sparks!

This old training aircraft suddenly increased in speed.

Transforming into a streak of light, it charged straight at the Ironwing Raven directly in front of it!