High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Han Feng remained silent and did not answer.

Grandpa Sun thought he hadn't listened.

They assumed that the young man, who had just seen blood, had suffered a setback in his spiritual practice.

He emphasized his words, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"My former captain once told me something, and I'd like to share it with you today."

"If you don't seize every opportunity to become stronger while you still have the ability, then you'll be in a better position."

"Then when danger comes, you will be powerless to protect everything you have, including your life!"

After saying that, Grandpa Sun patted Han Feng's shoulder hard again.

Without saying a word, he turned and staggered back to his recliner.

Han Feng was left standing alone.

After a long while, Han Feng raised his head.

My gaze passed over the damaged plane and landed on the majestic outline of the East China Sea Fortress City in the distance.

The place was brightly lit and orderly.

Beneath their feet lay a desolate wasteland stained with blood.

He finally understood why he was so determined to get into the martial arts university.

Why can't we relax for even a moment?

Because he was afraid.

I'm afraid of that feeling of helplessness, watching life slip away before my eyes.

They fear that their fate will be arbitrarily controlled by this cruel world.

Donghai Martial Arts University is nothing more than a magnificent birdcage, a temporary haven.

Four years later, when he graduated, he still had to face the storms outside the walls alone.

If you want resources, you have to fight your way through the wilderness.

To achieve stability, one must possess the power to transcend the rules.

This is an endless loop.

It is a shackle that all people at the bottom of society cannot break free from.

He hates this feeling!

In the past, he might have only been able to struggle in despair.

They placed all their hopes on that illusory and unattainable ascetic practice.

But now, things are different!

He has a system!

[Sword Immortal Training Assistant]!

This is more than just a cheat that allows him to fly a plane.

This is his only hope to break free from fate and escape his shackles!

"Get stronger... I must get stronger as soon as possible!"

Han Feng clenched his fists.

The knuckles were all white.

A sharp pain shot through his palm, but it paled in comparison to the anxiety in his heart.

He must make the best use of every resource at his disposal and maximize the system's effectiveness!

The gloom in my heart was swept away.

Instead, there is an ambition as fiery as magma.

Danger could strike at any time.

So, right now, while we still have the ability, let's become incredibly strong at all costs!

Having figured all this out, the heaviness in Han Feng's eyes was replaced by a sharpness and determination.

He turned around and walked towards Grandpa Sun.

He took out the chip card that had just been deposited into his account from his pocket and waved it in front of the old man.

"Sir, the cost of repairing the plane will be deducted from this amount."

"The rest will all be converted into flight time."

Grandpa Sun didn't even lift his eyelids, speaking lazily.

"No flights today, the plane needs major repairs, get out of here."

Han Feng wasn't annoyed; he just smiled.

"Okay, I'll settle the bill next time I come."

He strode towards the indicator light of the suspended station in the distance.

His steps were steady, each one firm and solid.

I took a maglev train back to school.

Han Feng did not return to his dormitory, but went directly to the maintenance department's common rest area.

He found a quiet corner to sit down and then had time to sort out his day's findings.

One battle netted me 35,000 contribution points.

This money is a hot potato.

Every single one of them was stained with the blood of the guard called "Brother Wang" and the will to live of Feng Biao and his group.

His cultivation level improved from the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm (392/1000) to (407/1000).

The proficiency level of "Sword Control Technique" has reached [Beginner: 210/1000].

He also mastered three useful skills: Spiral Charge, Reversal of Heaven and Earth, and External Release of Sword Qi.

Just as he was figuring out how to use this huge sum of money to further enhance his strength, his personal terminal suddenly vibrated.

An encrypted official communication popped up.

Sender: [East China Fortress City Defense Center]

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately clicked on it.

A virtual light screen unfolds, displaying the solemn city emblem.

[Notification Regarding the Certification of Personnel in the Assistance Defense Sequence]

[Level D Trainee: Han Feng (ID: EHDX-735491)]

[In recognition of your outstanding air combat skills and fearless fighting spirit demonstrated during today's "Black Rock Pass Incident," you made an exceptional contribution to protecting the lives and property of the fortress city's residents.]

[As assessed by the City Defense Center's Operations Command, you are now officially included in the "East China Sea Fortress City Support Ranks".]

[Initial rating: Bronze One Star]

[Assistance in defense is now available. You can now log in to the "City Defense Mission System" to accept assistance missions of the corresponding level.]

Completing tasks will reward you with contribution points, merit points, and privilege points.

Merit points can be used to exchange for special supplies and technologies.

Permission points can be used to upgrade your defense level and unlock higher privileges.

We hope you will continue to contribute your strength to protecting the East Sea Fortress City!

[—East Sea Fortress City Defense Center]

Han Feng's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the notice.

Personnel in the defense support sequence!

This is equivalent to an officially certified "reserve combatant" status!

Although he is only at the lowest level, Bronze, it means that he has already stepped into the defense system of the East Sea Fortress City from an ordinary student!

Following the prompts, he clicked on the newly appeared "City Defense Mission System" icon.

A completely new interface unfolds.

[Patrol Mission: Assist the city defense forces in patrolling airspace X-3 and detecting traces of monsters. Mission Level: Bronze One-Star. Reward: 500 Contribution Points per hour, 10 Merit Points.]

[Escort Mission: Escort the research team to 'Golden Harvest Farm' to collect samples. Mission Level: Bronze II. Reward: 3000 Contribution Points, 50 Merit Points.]

[Clearance Mission: Clear out the 'Rotten Skin Ghosts' in the abandoned factory area outside the city. Mission Level: Bronze 3-Star. Requirements: At least a three-person team. Reward: 8000 Contribution Points, 150 Merit Points.]

Looking at these tasks, Han Feng's heart began to race.

This isn't a mission system; it's clearly a broad road to becoming a powerful being!

He was no longer the poor kid who could only rely on odd jobs in the machine repair shop and painstakingly save up contribution points to "burn money".

From today onwards, he can openly and legitimately earn money while cultivating his sword skills!

But when he tried to click the "Apply" button for a patrol mission, a red warning popped up.

[Application rejected: You do not have any aircraft registered under your name that meet the standards for cooperative defense missions.]

Han Feng paused for a moment, then smiled.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

If you want to take on official jobs, you need officially recognized equipment.

Grandpa Sun's CJ-3 is unregistered and cannot be used for official missions.

This trip to Black Rock Valley was a special case.

"Looks like I need to sort out the car issue first."

Han Feng was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, his goal became even clearer.

He immediately switched to the academy's internal trading market and began searching in the used vehicle section.

This time, he was no longer just watching the spectacle, but rather examining his first weapon like a hungry hunter.

【"Flying Swallow-7" single-seat reconnaissance aircraft (70% new): Price: 350,000 contribution points.】

Han Feng tapped his fingers on the virtual screen and did some mental calculations.

Ten missions of the "Black Rock Mountain Pass" level.

"It can be considered as an alternative."

He continued scrolling down.

[“Tomahawk” First Generation Propeller Attack Aircraft (50% New, Engine Overhauled): Price: 580,000 Contribution Points.]

It has strong firepower, but it's too old, and the maintenance costs are a bottomless pit.

jump over.

His gaze eventually fell on a model he had never even dared to dream of.

[“Peregrine First Generation” Decommissioned Model (Body intact, psionic core aged): Price: 90 contribution points.]

"Peregrine Falcon!"

A real jet-powered psionic fighter!

Even its obsolete models completely outperform all propeller aircraft!

Nine hundred thousand contribution points!

A month ago, this number was an astronomical figure that he could never accumulate even if he worked odd jobs in the repair department for a hundred years.

but now……

Han Feng looked at the 35,000 points in his account and suddenly grinned.

Thirty-five thousand is just a drop in the ocean compared to nine hundred thousand.

But this was the first step he had taken!

Going from zero to one is the most difficult.

Going from one to one hundred is nothing more than repetitive work!

"Nine hundred thousand..."

Han Feng rubbed his chin, his eyes shining.

"Twenty-six trips like this through Black Rock Pass will be enough to bring it home."

"If we can raise the level of defense support and take on higher-paying missions, this process can be even faster!"

At this moment, Han Feng's goal was clearer than ever before.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

The most urgent task is to maximize the conversion of the 35,000 contribution points we have into strength.

The stronger you are, the faster you can make money.

The faster you make money, the faster your skills will improve!