High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

The crustal suspension vehicle station in the outer city area.

A public hovercar, resembling a giant metal caterpillar, slowly pulled into the station with a muffled hum.

The car body is covered with rust and scratches, silently telling the story of its age.

As soon as the car door opened, a pungent smell of sweat, cheap nutritional paste, and engine oil wafted out.

The carriage was packed with people.

Inside stood people from all walks of life, dressed in work clothes and looking exhausted.

They are the cornerstones of this fortified city, yet they are huddled in the most neglected corner.

Most people's eyes are empty and numb, showing no hope.

Han Feng found a corner to stand in and held onto the cold metal railing.

The vehicle gave a slight jolt and began to glide along the fixed magnetic track. The speed was not fast, but it was smooth enough.

Through the grime-covered car windows, the view of the outer city was clearly visible.

The low, prefabricated houses are haphazardly arranged, the streets are narrow, and sewage flows into trickles on the ground.

Two or three city guards patrolled, armed to the teeth, their eyes scanning every corner warily.

Everything here is about struggle and survival.

My gaze passed over the crowd and looked into the distance.

The hundred-meter-high wall of the inner city is an insurmountable chasm, clearly dividing the two worlds.

Inside the walls, the silhouettes of skyscrapers pierce the clouds, their surfaces gleaming with the brilliant light of psionic technology even during the day.

Once upon a time, that wall was an insurmountable barrier in Han Feng's heart, representing despair.

But now, looking at that dazzling light, he felt unusually calm.

The world is still the same world.

But he is different now.

Soon after, the hovercar stopped at the Donghai Martial Arts University station.

Han Feng squeezed off the bus, but instead of returning to the cramped dormitory known as the "pigeon cage," he headed straight for the academy's public training building.

The lobby on the first floor of the meditation building is always crowded with people, and the air is filled with the smell of impatience and sweat.

A long queue snaked from the front desk to the door.

The entire formation consisted of D-level and C-level trainees dressed in gray and light blue training uniforms.

Han Feng was already used to this and familiarly lined up at the end of the queue.

Just then, a B-level student wearing a dark blue elite uniform walked in.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, his steps leisurely.

He kept his eyes straight ahead, completely ignoring the ridiculously long queue, and walked straight to the front desk.

A slight commotion arose in the group, but it quickly subsided.

Most people chose to remain silent, but their eyes betrayed complex emotions.

At the front desk, a young staff member wearing glasses, who had been ignoring a D-level student's inquiry just a moment ago, impatiently tapped his fingertips on the table.

At that moment, upon seeing the person who had arrived, the impatience on his face vanished instantly.

A smile that was almost fawning instantly appeared on his face.

"Senior Sun, you're here!"

"Same as always, an advanced gravity chamber? We've been reserving it for you!"

"Um."

The senior student uttered a single syllable from his nose, casually tossing his student card onto the counter without even lifting his eyelids.

The staff member quickly took the card with both hands, processed it efficiently, and then respectfully handed it back.

"Alright, Senior Sun!"

"Advanced Gravity Chamber No. 3, wishing you a pleasant training experience!"

In the line, a freshman in Class D who had just enrolled lowered his voice and muttered indignantly.

"On what grounds?"

"Everyone is queuing, so he can just cut in line?"

Upon hearing this, an older student in front of him turned around and glanced at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and indifference.

"A first-year student, right?"

"Keep your voice down, don't get yourself into trouble."

The older student gestured towards the front desk with his lip.

"See that? He's a B-level elite."

"Graduation means a job as a middle manager in a big company in the inner city; the future is limitless."

"And look at that guy at the front desk, he graduated with a C-level degree, and now he's working here as a receptionist, how much does he earn a month?"

"Does he dare offend a future big shot?"

The older student gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Those of us in the C category, if we're lucky, we can find a job like his after graduation, where we continue to have to be subservient to others."

"If you're unlucky, just go back to the small factions in the outer city and make a living there."

"As for D-rank... they are directly assigned to the outer city reclamation team after graduation. Those who survive for more than five years are considered extremely lucky."

"Do you think that guy at the front desk will fawn over some future big shot, or will he bother with people like us who have no future?"

His words were blunt and cruel.

The freshman was speechless, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Han Feng listened quietly at the back of the group, his heart unmoved.

He understood these cold, hard rules better than anyone else.

In the past, he might have felt the same suffocation and resentment.

But now... he even finds it a little funny.

Who isn't a martial arts genius?

Sorry, I am too.

He's someone who can cheat.

After a long while, it was finally Han Feng's turn.

The smiles on the front desk staff's faces had long since vanished, replaced by a cold, businesslike demeanor.

This face-changing speed is almost as fast as a professional actor.

He glanced at Han Feng's student card, his voice flat and monotone, like a counting machine.

"Rank D, Public Training Room, maximum three hours."

"10 contribution points per hour, 30 points in total."

"Pay."

Han Feng deftly crossed out his contribution points, took the access card, and walked towards the training area without saying a word.

He entered an empty meditation room and locked the door behind him.

The noise from the outside world was completely shut out.

He was now eager to verify just how much the system's activation would enhance his cultivation of the world's native techniques!

After swiping his ID card, he selected a small gravity chamber and adjusted the gravity to 1.5 times.

This intensity was just right, enough to make his body, which was at the fifth level of Body Tempering, feel a viscous pressure, but not enough to affect the smoothness of his movements.

He assumed a stance and began practicing the Body Tempering Technique, which he already knew by heart, step by step.

This set of exercises was officially modified, with movements that are expansive, powerful, and unparalleled.

It is the only way to temper the body, strengthen muscles and bones, and enhance qi and blood.

Normally, when he rehearses a complete exercise, he can only feel a slight fluctuation in his blood and qi.

The proficiency level on the panel only changes every few minutes.

But today, everything is different!

As he used the Body Tempering Technique, he could clearly feel the power of his internal energy being stirred by an invisible hand.

It washed over and tempered his muscles and skin at an unprecedented speed!

A new message surfaced in his mind.

[Unlock Permission 1: Proficiency System.]

Any skill recognized by the system can be improved through focused practice.

"I see, it's exactly the same as skill proficiency in the game."

Han Feng understood instantly.

This mechanism minimizes the weight of the elusive "talent".

Let every bit of his effort receive the most direct and quantifiable reward!

During the next practice session, the numbers on the system panel in his mind began to jump wildly!

[Body Tempering Technique Proficiency +1!]

[Body Tempering Technique Proficiency +1!]

[Body Tempering Technique Proficiency +1!]

Looking at the rapidly increasing proficiency level, Han Feng could hardly suppress the smile on his face!

This efficiency is more than just rocket-like!

Although it can't compare to the abnormal effect of directly increasing one's cultivation level by practicing sword control while flying a plane.

But compared to my past self who struggled so much, my efficiency has increased by at least four or five times!

He immediately focused his mind and immersed himself in cultivation.

Again and again.

The physical fatigue was completely overwhelmed by the mental excitement.

"Since the Body Tempering Technique is so efficient, then..."

An even bolder idea suddenly flashed into his mind.

"What would happen if I weren't on the plane and directly activated the 'Sword Control Technique'?"