High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

For the next two days, the project team worked tirelessly without sleep.

Based on data analysis, they proposed three possible improvement plans.

A more advanced conductive material was used.

The redundant code in the flight controller was rewritten.

Even around that node, a small flow-stabilizing rune array was added.

On the third day, Li Wei boarded the plane again.

His eyes held less arrogance and more the solemnity of a professional soldier.

Takeoff, climb, basic tests.

all the best.

"Prepare for the extreme test."

Li Wei's voice came through the public channel, and he sounded very calm.

In the control room, the hearts of all the engineers were in their throats.

hum-

The same "J-turn", the same 11G overload.

The piercing alarm sounded once again throughout the entire venue!

This time, Li Wei was prepared.

He forcibly cut off part of the psionic energy supply the moment he lost control.

They narrowly escaped their flight path and staged another terrifying emergency landing.

Failed.

It failed again.

The entire project team was completely overwhelmed by an atmosphere of despair.

When Li Wei walked back into the technical analysis room, he slammed his helmet on the table with a loud bang.

"Zhao, are you guys even capable?"

For the first time, he used an almost roaring tone to question Zhao Yu.

"This is the second time! Your proposed improvements are basically just a gamble!"

"I'm flying in the sky, not playing your simulator! If this keeps up, I'll die on this crappy plane sooner or later!"

The engineers blushed and lowered their heads in shame.

They were powerless to refute it.

Because what Li Wei said is true.

They were indeed guessing, risking the lives of ace pilots to test the waters.

"unless……"

Chen Gang stared at the meaningless data on the screen, scratched his head in frustration, and growled in a low voice, almost in despair.

"Unless we can move the entire lab into the sky and monitor the data flow at that node in real time the moment it goes out of control!"

"Otherwise, this problem simply cannot be solved!"

This resentful rant made the already oppressive atmosphere in the room even heavier.

Yes, how could that be?

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, an overload of more than 10 Gs.

Let alone moving the equipment up there, even if it were possible, no engineer could operate it in that environment.

This is utterly impossible nonsense.

However, in this frozen silence, someone was the first to react.

Then came the second, the third...

In the conference room, everyone's gaze slowly began to shift to the corner.

There was a figure there who remained silent from beginning to end.

That "perception genius" who repaired fighter jets by hand during the promotion assessment, faster than any instrument.

That "genius" in the project team who solved the engine resonance problem with his "mystical" inspiration.

Han Feng.

In an instant, everyone's gaze changed.

In those eyes, there was astonishment, there was hesitation, but even more so, there were clusters of rekindled flames of hope.

Yup!

How could they forget!

They don't have a mobile laboratory, but they do have a living, breathing human detector!

"Han Feng..."

Liu Wenbo, the project team's deputy, was the first to break the silence.

He looked at Han Feng, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but then he felt that the idea was too crazy.

Zhao Yu's bloodshot eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light.

He stared intently at Han Feng, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Han Feng, can your senses... be maintained even under extreme flight conditions?"

"For example, a 10G overload?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

Han Feng met everyone's gazes and nodded calmly.

"Can."

Those two simple words caused the air in the entire conference room to freeze.

Ten G overload.

Even a martial artist at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm would be unable to move due to the pressure on their physical body and would have their consciousness blurred.

He actually said he could maintain a clear sense of awareness?

Is this kid's body that strong?

"No!"

Test pilot Li Wei was the first to stand up and object.

He had just survived a life-or-death ordeal, and his face was still somewhat pale.

"Engineer Zhao, this is too risky! He's a genius technician, not a pilot! Sending him into the air is no different from sending him to his death!!"

Li Wei's tone was very excited.

His feelings weren't out of jealousy, but rather out of a professional pilot's reverence for life and a basic professional judgment of a layman.

"Flying a plane is not like playing a video game; even a fraction of a second of mistake in the air can be fatal!"

The engineers nodded in agreement, agreeing with Li Wei's point.

Han Feng is the only hope for solving the problem.

But if hope disappears in the sky, then they are truly doomed.

Zhao Yu frowned and looked at Han Feng.

How good are your flying skills?

This is the most crucial issue.

Under the tense gaze of everyone, Han Feng did not answer directly.

He brought up his personal terminal and projected a message into the air.

[East Sea Fortress City Defense Team Member Certification]

Name: Han Feng

[Certification Level: Pilot - Bronze One Star]

【…】

An eerie silence fell over the conference room once again.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the authentication information, their expressions stunned.

He was an airplane mechanic, and also a genius engineer.

Now you're telling me he actually has a pilot's license?

Although it's only the lowest level, Bronze, it's still an officially certified pilot!

Chen Gang's lips twitched violently, and he silently turned his head away, not wanting to look at Han Feng anymore.

He felt that if he continued reading, the scientific worldview he had painstakingly built would collapse.

How can there be such an unreasonable person in this world?

Li Wei was also stunned.

He pointed at the projection, then at Han Feng, his tone filled with disbelief.

"You...you really are a pilot?"

"Amateurish."

Han Feng put away the projector and said modestly.

But no one present took the "amateur" comment seriously.

This guy's "amateur" skills are probably more frightening than other people's "professional" skills.

"Bronze level alone is not enough."

Li Wei snapped out of his daze and shook his head again.

"The piloting skill of the 'Peregrine Custom' fighter jet is extremely high, requiring at least a Silver-level rating to barely master."

"Extreme maneuverability requires someone of my Gold rank. Bronze rank... you'd have trouble even taking off."

Han Feng smiled.

He knew that a certificate alone wouldn't convince these professionals.

"I know my rating is not high enough."

He looked at Zhao Yu with a calm expression.

"But this rating doesn't reflect my true level. All the theory is useless; it's better to actually fly and show everyone."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a confidence that left no one in the room with any room to question him.

"I don't need to pilot the prototype directly; that's too risky."

"Shouldn't the project team have a standard second-generation 'Peregrine Falcon'? Let me fly one, and after everyone has seen it, we can decide whether this plan is feasible."

Zhao Yu stared at Han Feng for a full ten seconds.

What he saw was a pair of calm eyes, devoid of recklessness or arrogance, reflecting only absolute control over one's own strength.

"good!"

Zhao Yu slammed his hand on the table and made his decision.

"Old Liu, arrange for a 'Peregrine Falcon' II in top condition!"

"Everyone to the tarmac! I want to see what other surprises you have in store for us!"