High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

[Unleash your movement technique - Spiral Charge!]

The propellers emitted a screeching sound as if they were about to tear the air to shreds.

The plane suddenly lurched forward, instantly leaving the two Ironwing Ravens hundreds of meters behind.

[Proficiency in "Body Technique: Spiral Charge - Beginner" +2]

[Qi and Blood -35]

Han Feng did not hesitate for a moment.

He flicked his wrist and pulled the control lever sharply.

The fighter jet drew an extremely sharp arc in the air, its nose once again locking onto the two black dots that were pursuing it.

He no longer hesitated to use his ammunition.

Stay calm, aim carefully, and fire short bursts.

"Da da da!"

With the enhancement of "sword energy projection", every cannonball is ridiculously accurate.

The Ironwing Raven at the forefront let out a mournful cry, its wings immediately bursting into a cloud of blood mist as it spun and plummeted to the ground.

The other one, seeing this, was terrified and tried to run away.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Han Feng's lips.

A walking contribution point, still wanting to run away?

He slammed the throttle down, and the dilapidated engine emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound.

The tail of the aircraft even emitted a thick plume of black smoke.

The speed has been increased by another notch!

All the hands on the dial had already plunged into the red zone, trembling wildly, as if they were about to shatter completely at any moment.

Han Feng ignored this.

Under the perception of "Sword Control Technique", every part of this engine and every movement is under his control.

As long as the tank doesn't explode, fly as fast as you can!

"Get down here!"

Han Feng gave a low shout and pulled the trigger hard.

"Da da da—"

The final roar of the aircraft cannon echoed through the sky.

A dozen armor-piercing shells drew a straight line of fire in the air, accurately catching up with the panicked Ironwing Raven.

There is no suspense.

The monster didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before its body was riddled with holes in mid-air.

Black feathers mixed with scalding blood drifted and scattered across the wilderness.

[Defeated a Tier 1 Beginner Monster, Ironwing Crow. Health +5.]

The system notification sounded in my mind.

Han Feng glanced at the panel.

Qi and Blood Value: 12/520.

Only a sliver of blood remained.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, his brain was throbbing with pain, and his vision was blurring.

If his vital energy is exhausted, even without the demon beasts lifting a finger, the out-of-control overload of this "CJ-3" will crush him into mincemeat.

On the public channel, Feng Biao's extremely urgent voice came through.

"Brother! Can we land on the highway?! We need to clear the scene immediately and get back to the city! There are seriously injured people!"

Han Feng bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain brought him back to a sliver of clarity.

He glanced down at the long-abandoned highway.

The road surface was full of potholes, covered with gravel, and scattered with the wreckage of abandoned vehicles.

Landing here is tantamount to suicide.

But for him, as long as one tire is on the ground, he can come to a stop.

"Roger that. Clear the runway. I'll be right down."

He skillfully maneuvered the teetering plane, drawing a large, laborious circle in the air before aiming at the narrow "runway."

Reduce throttle, lower landing gear, and deploy flaps.

The old landing gear made a crisp "click" sound when it was lowered, which sounded like heavenly music to Han Feng.

The plane swooped down with a mournful roar.

"squeak--"

The moment the tire made contact with the ground, a burst of pungent blue smoke erupted.

The plane shook violently, and gravel from the road lashed against its belly.

Han Feng gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, his feet rapidly pedaling the rudder to constantly correct the gliding posture.

Although my blood and energy have been depleted, the profound feeling of harmony between man and machine still lingers.

This airplane is an extension of his body.

A few dozen seconds later, with a final, piercing metallic screech, the battered CJ-3 came to a steady stop less than twenty meters in front of the convoy.

The propeller, propelled by inertia, spun weakly.

The canopy slid open.

Han Feng unbuckled his seatbelt and tried to stand up by holding onto the edge of the cockpit, but his legs suddenly gave way and he almost fell back down.

The lingering effects of this overdraft are more intense than imagined.

He braced himself against the fuselage, flipped to the ground, and the moment his feet touched solid earth, the world seemed to stop spinning.

Several figures quickly ran over from the convoy.

The one leading the group was Feng Biao.

The man with a full beard was covered in dust, and his combat uniform was stained with dark red blood.

He looked at Han Feng's excessively young face, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A student who hasn't graduated yet?

Moreover, judging from his faded gray training uniform, he's only a low-ranking D-level student.

Without thinking, Feng Biao rushed forward and grabbed Han Feng, who was swaying.

"Young man! Thanks! If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead here today!"

His voice was hoarse and rough, carrying a bloody stench.

As he spoke, he took out a small metal bottle from his tactical pouch at his waist, unscrewed it, and stuffed it into Han Feng's hand.

"You look pale; you're exhausted."

"Drink this, 'Rhino' brand potent recovery agent, black market stuff, it's really strong!"

Han Feng didn't stand on ceremony and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

A cool, minty liquid slid into his stomach, then transformed into a torrent of heat, washing over his nearly parched limbs and bones.

[Consuming a mid-level recovery potion restores Qi and Blood by 70 points per minute for 10 minutes]

Han Feng exhaled a breath of foul air tinged with blood, feeling as if he had come back to life.

Thank you.

"Don't thank me, my name is Feng Biao!"

Feng Biao's gaze swept over Han Feng, then he immediately looked anxiously in the direction of the convoy, his tone quick and urgent.

"We owe you our lives! The lives of more than a dozen of our brothers!"

The guards in the distance looked over with complex emotions in their eyes, including awe, but more so sadness and repression.

The atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.

Feng Biao opened his personal terminal and his fingers flew across the screen.

Han Feng's terminal then emitted a crisp notification sound.

[Received a transfer of 10000 contribution points from "Feng Biao".]

Looking at that long string of zeros, Han Feng's excitement was suppressed by the strange atmosphere at the scene.

"Young man, this is your payment."

Feng Biao's tone was sincere, but he spoke so fast it was as if he was in a hurry.

"We have to leave immediately, one of our brothers is dying!"

Han Feng understood instantly.

His gaze fell on the five scattered Ironwing Raven corpses, and he was about to speak.

Feng Biao seemed to see through his thoughts and said directly, "You can't take these corpses away by yourself, and the subsequent reporting procedures to the guild will be troublesome."

"If you trust me, sell it all to me!"

He paused for a moment, then quoted a price that made Han Feng's heart skip a beat.

"Five thousand contribution points per head! I'll take them all!"

"I know this is far above market price; the extra cost is like buying my brother's life!"

Five thousand per head?

The normal buyback price is at most two thousand.

Han Feng's mind raced, and he instantly understood Feng Biao's predicament.

They have seriously wounded soldiers; they can't afford to wait!

They didn't have time to divide the materials here, nor did they have time to wait for him to go back and find someone to handle them.

Buy time with money!

"Brother Feng, this..."

"Stop talking! You saved our whole team! This little bit of money is nothing!" Feng Biao interrupted him directly, his attitude firm.

"Take it! You deserve it!"

"You let us bring our brothers back alive, that's worth the price!"

He practically grabbed it and operated the terminal a few more times.

[Received a transfer of 25000 contribution points from "Feng Biao".]