High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

He did not hesitate at all.

His wrist was frighteningly steady.

The psionic engraving knife moved across the metal surface, producing not a harsh friction sound, but a clear, almost musical "sizzling" sound.

Three spiral patterns.

All in one go.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

When Han Feng put down his carving knife, the most experienced first-level technician next to him stepped forward. He only glanced at the knife, and his breath caught in his throat.

His eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

Those three seemingly random lines were perfectly aligned in depth, width, and even the curvature of their edges.

perfect.

It's so perfect it doesn't seem like something human could have done; rather, it looks like the natural texture of this metal.

This incredible skill alone is enough to make all the technicians present, who pride themselves on their precision, feel utterly ashamed.

The new pressurization chamber was quickly installed on the prototype.

The No. 3 simulation test center was once again brightly lit.

Inside the control room, the atmosphere was more oppressive than ever before, the air so thick it was hard to breathe.

Zhao Yu stood in front of the main screen, a cigarette that had already been extinguished between his fingers.

All the engineers surrounded him, not daring to breathe.

This is our last hope.

"Han Feng, get into the cockpit."

Zhao Yu's voice came through the communicator, carrying a slightly hoarse tone that was hard to detect.

"receive."

Han Feng sat in the cold cockpit and placed his hands lightly on the control stick.

[Ding! A mental link has been detected between the host and the 'Flying Sword - Peregrine Falcon III (Pseudo-Spirit Weapon)'...]

[Human-machine integration mode is now enabled!]

"Attention all units! Test begins!"

Engine starts.

The power curve began to rise steadily.

"Power 30%... Everything is normal!"

In the control room, there was a deathly silence that lasted for five seconds.

A tidal wave erupted, as powerful as a tsunami!

"We did it!!!"

"My God! This isn't scientific! This is fucking theology!"

A young engineer excitedly threw the data board in his hand into the air, laughing and crying at the same time.

Even a seasoned expert like Qian Gong was so excited that his face turned red. He hugged Liu Wenbo tightly, patting him on the back repeatedly, muttering, "A miracle, a true miracle..."

Chen Gang stood blankly at the back of the crowd.

He stared at the simple, brutal, yet breathtakingly perfect power curve on the screen.

All his theories, all his models, everything he was so proud of, seemed so pale and ridiculous at this moment.

He lost.

They were completely convinced of their defeat, and even... felt a sense of awe, like that of a pilgrim.

The cockpit door slid open, and Han Feng jumped out.

He clapped his hands, looked at the crowd in a frenzy, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"It seems we're heading in the right direction."

Zhao Yu strode over, his large, fan-like hand landing heavily on Han Feng's shoulder, his eyes gleaming.

"Good job, kid!"

The surrounding engineers immediately swarmed around, chattering and looking at each other with the fervor of believers witnessing a miracle.

"Han Feng, how did you come up with this? What exactly is the principle behind those three 'qi-guiding patterns'?"

"Yes! It's absolutely brilliant! We simulated this tens of thousands of times with our supercomputers and still couldn't find a solution, and you just drew three lines?"

Faced with everyone's questions, Han Feng remained completely calm.

He had already prepared this cornerstone called "genius".

He cleared his throat and said calmly, "Actually, it's not that mysterious. I've been looking at the project team's database these past few days, especially the manuscripts left by Engineer Qian and Engineer Zhao about the evolution of ancient rune structures."

He specifically mentioned the two bigwigs, both out of respect and to make his argument more convincing.

As expected, both Qian Gong and Zhao Yu showed expressions of great interest.

Han Feng continued, "I've discovered that our current rune arrays pursue the ultimate energy conversion efficiency, squeezing every last drop of spiritual energy from each line. But those ancient runes are different; their design philosophy seems to contain a concept of 'harmony' and 'guidance'."

"I was wondering, could we apply this concept to engines?"

"We've always treated the high-pressure spiritual energy in the pressurization chamber as a raging flood, trying every possible way to block and restrain it. But what if it's not a flood, but just a rushing river? What we need isn't a dam, but a smoother riverbed."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with unwavering confidence.

"Those three 'energy guiding lines' are drawn by me, imitating the idea of ​​'organizing' energy in ancient runes."

"I treat it like a comb."

"The moment the spiritual energy is compressed and about to become violent, it should be smoothed out in advance."

"Once the source is cleared, everything will naturally be calm afterwards."

The meeting room was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by Han Feng's wildly imaginative theory.

Using ancient philosophical ideas to guide cutting-edge technology research and development?

This sounds as absurd as using the I Ching and Bagua for programming!

But the facts are right in front of us.

Outrageous theories lead to outrageous success!

Chen Gang stared blankly at Han Feng, his heart filled with turmoil.

For the first time, he realized that the logic and data he was so proud of might just be one of the narrow paths to the truth.

But where he couldn't see, there was another completely different road, a broad avenue called "inspiration".

"Good! Well said!"

Zhao Yu broke the silence first, clapping loudly.