High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Han Feng stood in the corner of the crowd.

He looked at the pilot named Li Wei.

The feeling emanating from this guy is completely different from that of a martial artist.

It's not the pressure that comes from having high cultivation level.

Rather, it's a special aura belonging to top-tier pilots.

It's the sharpness honed after entrusting one's life to the sky.

This is the "way" of a pilot.

Without wasting any words, Li Wei confirmed with the ground staff and boarded the plane directly.

A moment later, the sound of the engine starting broke the silence of the tarmac.

The canopy of the "Peregrine III" slowly closed.

"Control room, this is 'Flying Eagle,' requesting takeoff."

Li Wei's voice came through the channel, calm and professional, without a trace of emotion.

In the control room, Zhao Yu sat in the commander-in-chief's seat and gave the order.

"Flying Eagle, cleared for takeoff. Runway cleared. Good luck."

"receive."

The silver-gray fighter jet taxied to the end of the runway and stopped for a moment.

The next second, the engine roared even louder.

The sound was so loud it hurt my ears.

The fighter jet suddenly darted away.

With a flick of its nose, it shot straight into the sky at an unreasonable angle.

"pretty!"

In the control room, an engineer couldn't help but cheer.

"That climbing technique is too violent!"

Chen Gang stood in front of the screen, arms crossed, staring intently at the rapidly changing data, his eyes gleaming.

That was the engine he helped design; it was his life's work roaring in the sky.

This sense of accomplishment is irreplaceable.

"Flying Eagle reports, altitude 5,000, ready to conduct basic maneuver tests."

"permit."

The sky became the stage for the peregrine falcon.

Smooth hovering, clean rolling, and rapid turns under heavy load.

Li Wei's every move was terrifyingly precise.

The Peregrine Falcon III's reaction time was also frighteningly fast.

The atmosphere in the control room was optimistic.

"Engine parameters are stable!"

"The cooling system is perfect!"

"The psionic energy utilization efficiency is stable at 103.4%, even better than expected!"

Qian Gong looked at the data and couldn't stop smiling.

An hour later, the fighter jet landed smoothly.

Li Wei stepped out of the cockpit, took off his helmet, and had a slightly amused smile on his face.

"Nice toy."

He looked around, his gaze lingering on Han Feng and Chen Gang for a moment.

"It's responsive and powerful, but when you floor the accelerator, it's not quite strong enough."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"In addition, there is a 0.03-second delay in the psionic transmission of the left aileron. Although it does not affect flight, it is very uncomfortable."

That one sentence froze the smiles of all the engineers in the room, and then turned them into shock.

A delay of 0.03 seconds!

What does this mean?

Even the most precise instruments may not be able to detect such a short error!

He figured it all out from his body?

"A minor issue."

Zhao Yu immediately said to Liu Wenbo.

"Old Liu, write this down, we'll transfer him this afternoon!"

After a short rest, the real test begins.

"Li Wei, are you ready? Extreme performance test."

Zhao Yu's voice was somewhat solemn.

"Anytime is fine. I'd like to see just how big a heart you've put in this toy."

Fighter jets take off again!

This time, it was anything but elegant.

It transformed into a ferocious beast that had been awakened by the noise, performing a series of insane actions in the sky that defied the laws of physics!

"Cobra maneuver!"

During high-speed level flight, the nose of the aircraft suddenly lifted up, becoming perpendicular to the ground, like a large snake raising its head!

"Falling leaves!"

The plane was shaking so badly it looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment.

But it didn't fall; it was being held tightly by someone.

In the control room, everyone forgot to breathe.

On the screen, the numbers representing overload repeatedly broke through the 9G red line!

Just then, a piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the entire control room!

"Warning! The right main wing control system of the 'Flying Eagle' has malfunctioned! The aircraft is out of control!"

On the screen, the icon representing the airplane began to spin wildly.

The altitude numbers are dropping rapidly!

"Flying Eagle! Flying Eagle! Respond if you hear me!"

Zhao Yu shouted into the microphone.

All that could be heard in the channel was Li Wei's heavy breathing, squeezed by immense pressure, and the sound of metal about to break.

"Damn it... the joystick... is jammed!"

Li Wei's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a fear he himself was unaware of.

Inside the cockpit, the red warning lights flashed wildly, illuminating his handsome face in a blood-red hue.

My body was being torn apart by the G-force.

He used all the power of a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm to try and regain control.

But the control lever seemed to be welded shut, it wouldn't budge an inch!

On the ground, everyone stared pale-faced at the fighter jet tumbling and crashing through the air.

Finished!

The plane is going to crash, and everyone on board is going to die!

Just when everyone thought it was all over.

Suddenly, a wild, furious roar came from the communication channel!

"Get it! Move!"

"Snap—!"

A crisp sound came from the channel.

It's unclear whether Li Wei broke something or if some part snapped open with a scream.

On the screen, there's a plane tumbling and falling.

It miraculously stopped at a dangerous height of less than a thousand meters above the ground!

Although the fuselage was still shaking violently and teetering on the brink of collapse.

But it survived!

"I need an emergency landing runway! Now! Immediately!"

Li Wei's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Runway 3 (backup runway) is cleared! Ambulances and fire trucks are on standby!"

Finally, the battered fighter jet, trailing a long plume of black smoke, crashed at the end of the runway.

In the control room, everyone slumped into their chairs, utterly exhausted.

Rescuers opened the hatch.

Li Wei's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The first thing he did after unbuckled his seatbelt wasn't to vomit.

Instead, he staggered to the edge of the track, slammed his fist into the ground, and his eyes turned red!

shame!

For an ace pilot, this is worse than death!

"Seal off the scene immediately! Retrieve the black box! Everyone, assemble in the technical analysis room!"

Zhao Yu's voice broke the deathly silence that followed the ordeal.

Half an hour later.

The technical analysis room was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

Qian pushed up his glasses, pointed to a jumbled stream of data on the screen, and said in a hoarse voice.

"The problem has been found."

"During the 'J-turn' with an 11G overload, the third psionic steering node on the right main wing experienced an energy interruption lasting 0.5 seconds."

"Energy interruption?"

Chen Gang frowned.

Is it a wiring problem or a design flaw?

"Neither."

Qian shook his head, pulled up another set of data, and his voice revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

"We checked all the designs, all the wiring."

"In ground simulation tests, even when the power is increased to 150%, this node remains very stable without any problems."

The hearts of all the engineers sank lower and lower.

"This thing looks like a ghost."

A young engineer muttered to himself, expressing the sentiments of everyone.

"It only appears in the sky, only when the plane is driven to its limit."

"As soon as it hits the ground, it disappears. We can't catch it or fix it."

This is the most terrible.

If the cause of the disease cannot be found, it means that it cannot be cured.

The inability to find the cause of the problem means that the god-like engine they have created with countless efforts will never be able to truly take to the skies.

It is a defective product.

The entire technical analysis room was plunged into a despair even more profound than when the plane crashed.