High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

He is currently at the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

Among the D-level trainees, he was still just an ordinary member who would be easily lost in a crowd.

However, once one breaks through to the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm and enters the late stage of Body Tempering, their physical qualities will undergo a tremendous qualitative change.

Only then will he be eligible to apply for promotion to C-level trainee.

Only C-level students are considered to have truly escaped the bottom of the huge pyramid of Donghai Martial Arts University.

Resource allocation, access unlocking, and even... applying for formal flight courses.

"Target: Body Tempering Level 7!"

Han Feng felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.

Thirty-five thousand contribution points can be converted into twenty-three hours of flight time.

With the consumption of Qi and Blood Elixir, he has enough to complete this breakthrough.

As for the path of becoming a mechanic, he never considered giving up.

Flying airplanes was his way of roaming the skies.

Mechanic repair was the skill that allowed him to make a living in this steel jungle.

Going it alone is too difficult.

Being noticed by Zhao Yu today is just the beginning.

He wanted to use this path to access the vast psionic industrial system behind the machine repair department, and find a patron to shelter him from the storm.

Pilots and mechanics, sword and sheath, are both indispensable.

Once I understood all of this, the depression I had felt from witnessing death vanished completely.

He left the rest area and returned to the cramped dormitory of the D-level cadets.

Fat Tiger and Little Li were lying in bed, talking animatedly about where they would go to have fun on their day off tomorrow.

Zhou Wen quietly read his book, as always.

Seeing Han Feng push the door open and come in, Fatty Tiger sprang up from the bed in a flash.

His large body made the bed groan.

"You madman, you're finally back!"

"Director Liao just posted a notice in the group chat: 'Our performance in this assessment was outstanding, so we've been granted a day off tomorrow!'"

"Have a holiday?"

Han Feng was somewhat surprised.

"Yeah! But it's none of your business anymore."

Xiao Li poked his head out, winking and grinning.

"Zhao's project team doesn't take holidays. You'd better get ready to be their slave tomorrow!"

Han Feng smiled but didn't reply.

He walked to the small open space in the center of the dormitory, took a deep breath, and got into position.

He wanted to test how effective the skills he had learned in the air during the day were on the ground.

With my eyes closed, the wondrous feeling of man and machine becoming one when piloting a fighter jet and executing the "spiral advance" instantly appeared in my mind.

With a thought, the power of qi and blood surged through his body, following the trajectory he remembered.

The next second, he stomped his feet hard on the ground!

He shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

It was so fast that it even made a slight tearing sound in the air!

"Holy shit!"

Fat Tiger was so startled that his personal terminal fell to his face with a "thud".

"You lunatic, what kind of weird movement technique is that? Are you on stimulants?!"

Han Feng didn't speak, but stopped abruptly in front of the wall, his brows furrowed.

wrong.

Something feels completely wrong.

This is more like a crude technique for applying force.

While the speed is faster, it puts a tremendous strain on the muscles and bones, far from the exhilarating feeling of being able to ignore inertia and move freely in the air.

It's like stuffing a soaring eagle into a chicken coop.

He then tried to "reverse the universe".

The body was forcibly twisted in an extremely bizarre posture, and the movement was barely completed.

Yet it was full of stiffness and clumsiness, comically resembling a twitching duck.

These movement techniques are ultimately an extension of "sword control techniques".

Without the "sword," it loses its soul.

Next, he placed his last hope on "externalizing sword energy".

He extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture, imitating the starting stance of a sword immortal from ancient legends.

All the limited Qi and blood in his body were mobilized and rushed wildly to his fingertips!

He could feel the skin on his fingertips throbbing slightly.

A scorching energy surged within, but was constantly blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to break through.

In the end, that force dissipated helplessly and returned to silence.

[System notification: Insufficient Body Tempering Realm cultivation level; unable to meet the "Qi and Blood Release" condition; skill execution failed.]

really.

Han Feng understood.

The Body Tempering Realm tempers the muscles, bones, skin, and flesh.

Only when one's Qi and blood are so abundant that they overflow into the limbs and bones, and the body is thoroughly tempered, is it possible to release Qi and blood from the body and injure people from a distance.

And this threshold is the seventh level of Body Tempering.

"You lunatic, what are you doing, performing some kind of shamanistic ritual? What kind of evil kung fu are you practicing?"

Xiao Li approached with a face full of curiosity.

"Stretch your muscles and bones."

Han Feng put away his stance and began practicing the most basic "Body Tempering Technique".

Every move and stance was executed with meticulous care.

He could clearly feel that the faint energy from the outside world was being absorbed into his body and integrated into his blood and qi as he moved.

[Body Tempering Technique - Proficiency +1]

[Body Tempering Realm Cultivation +0.1]

After completing the set of exercises, Han Feng had a clear understanding of the situation.

The cultivation efficiency is slightly higher than when the system was first activated.

They are already comparable to those students with B-level talent.

pity.

"Compared to flying a plane, it's like crawling at a snail's pace."

Han Feng silently complained in his mind.

He made up his mind that this body-strengthening technique would only be used as a warm-up exercise to familiarize himself with his surging strength.

True spiritual practice takes place at an altitude of 10,000 meters!

He glanced at his account balance: 35000.

This money must be entirely converted into fuel and health potions.

Break through to the seventh level of Body Tempering as soon as possible!

……

The next morning.

Following the terminal address, Han Feng arrived at the aviation branch building located in the northeast corner of Wudao University.

In stark contrast to the noisy and greasy hangar below, this is a true sanctuary for scientific research.

The corridor was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Holographic light screens flowed across the pristine white walls, displaying psionic structure diagrams that mortals could not comprehend.

The air was filled with the smell of cold metal and high-purity energy.

The seventeenth floor is the exclusive experimental area for the "Peregrine Falcon" Generation III Psionic Engine Project Team.

Identity verification passed, and the heavy alloy doors slid silently open to both sides.

A huge, pure white space, resembling a futuristic hangar, unfolds before your eyes.

In the very center of the space, a sleek and elegant silver-gray fighter jet, exuding a violent aesthetic, sat quietly.

—The third-generation prototype of the "Peregrine".

Its engine section was disassembled, revealing a dense array of psionic pipes and runes that resembled works of art.

A dozen engineers dressed in white cleanroom lab coats were busily working around it.

The beeping sounds of various instruments rose and fell, weaving together a sophisticated symphony.

Chen Gang has arrived.

He was standing next to an engineer, listening intently to the explanation.

He changed into a brand-new research coat, his expression focused and absorbed, as if he were born to be here.

When Han Feng entered, Chen Gang's gaze swept over him, lingering for less than half a second.

It then haughtily moved away and landed back on that sophisticated engine.

It was as if even glancing at him was a waste of his precious time.

"You must be Han Feng? Welcome, welcome!"

A gentle voice sounded at the doorway.

A middle-aged man with graying hair at his temples and a kind smile walked over.