High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"Good lad, you really dare to ask for it."

Li Wei leaned over and nudged Han Feng's side with his elbow, his eyes filled with the mockery of an old pilot.

"But I like it."

"Take it easy when you fly later, don't really risk your life."

Han Feng curled the corners of his lips and returned a mysterious smile.

"Don't worry, I value my life more than you do."

Soon, ten bottles of medicine containing a light red liquid were solemnly delivered.

Han Feng accepted it without hesitation.

Amidst the complex gazes of both envy and worry from everyone in the project team, he once again walked towards the prototype of the "Peregrine Falcon III" aircraft, which gleamed with a cold, silvery-gray light.

What he needs to do is not just find the "ghost" that haunts everyone's nightmares.

Furthermore, they should take advantage of this favorable wind to push their cultivation level even higher!

I sat in the cockpit.

As Han Feng's hands touched the cold control lever again, a flood of system notifications rushed into his mind.

【Ding! 】

[Detected that the host has established a mental link with the 'Flying Sword - Peregrine Falcon III (Mid-grade Magic Weapon)'...]

[Human-machine integration mode is now enabled!]

[Flying Sword Rank: Mid-grade Magic Weapon. Increases sword control technique training efficiency by 200%!]

A sense of resonance several times stronger than when piloting the "Peregrine Falcon II" instantly pierced through Han Feng's soul!

This "Peregrine Falcon III," which embodies the hard work of countless people, is a truly sharpened, hundred-refined black steel sword!

He could even clearly "see" the psionic energy inside the engine, like surging crimson blood, flowing joyfully through those mysterious runic pipes, emitting a cheerful hum.

"Control room, this is 'Pathfinder,' requesting takeoff."

Han Feng changed the call sign to one whose deeper meaning only he could understand.

"Trailblazers received, cleared for takeoff."

Zhao Yu's voice was filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

The next second, the engine's roar was no longer a rumble, but a clear and melodious sword cry that pierced through the clouds and split rocks!

Like a bolt of lightning breaking free of its chains, the silver-gray fighter jet tore through the air and fiercely pierced the sky!

This time, Han Feng didn't put on any fancy performance.

He went straight to the point, piloting his fighter jet at an altitude of 10,000 meters, time and time again, perfectly replicating that deadly maneuver that could instantly tear apart the wings—the "J-turn"!

"9G overload, normal!"

"10G overload, normal!"

"Overload 11G..."

coming!

The moment the overload reached 11.2G, Han Feng's divine sense, like an invisible net, instantly locked onto the anomaly!

Right main wing, third turning node.

A wisp of psionic energy that was flowing at high speed vanished into thin air!

It wasn't blocked, it wasn't diverted, it was as if it was swallowed whole by an unseen abyss black hole, without even a ripple!

Half a second later, energy re-emerged.

But the terrifying energy turbulence generated by that momentary interruption instantly plunged the entire node's control system into hellish chaos!

"I see……"

A knowing smile curved Han Feng's lips.

It's not a design flaw, nor is it a wiring problem.

It was the "Obsidian" that made up that node that, under specific pressure and psionic frequency, produced an incredible "resonance annihilation" effect between its internal lattice and the high-speed flowing psionic energy!

Just like two sound waves with completely opposite frequencies meeting, they cancel each other out and return to silence.

Having found the root cause of the problem, Han Feng felt much more at ease.

But he did not report it immediately.

A bolder, crazier idea took hold of his mind!

"Engineer Zhao, we've found the problem."

His voice calmly traveled back to the ground control room via the communicator.

"But I suspect this is not an isolated case. I need to conduct a comprehensive extreme stress test on all critical nodes of the fuselage to eliminate any other potential problems."

In the control room, Zhao Yu heard this and did not hesitate at all.

"Approved! How long will it take?"

"About... half an hour."

There was a hint of amusement hidden in Han Feng's voice.

"Alright! The sky's yours!"

Having received the highest permission, Han Feng's lips curled into a wide smile.

He unscrewed the cap of a bottle of intermediate-grade Qi and Blood potion, and drank it all in one gulp, just like drinking cola!

boom!

A surge of scalding heat exploded in his abdomen, transforming into pure blood and qi, frantically replenishing the energy he had lost due to extreme maneuvering!

[System notification: After taking a medium-level Qi and Blood potion, Qi and Blood have recovered by 60 points per minute!]

next second!

On the screen in the ground control room, the fighter jet, which had been relatively stable, instantly transformed into a crazed butterfly that had broken free of all restraints!

"Spiral Ascension!"

"No-radius turn!"

"Sledgehammer Mobility!"

Li Wei's pupils suddenly contracted, he stared intently at the screen, and his mouth opened unconsciously.

"What...what is he doing?! With all those actions combined, is he out of his mind?!"

Cold sweat beaded on Chen Gang's forehead, and his hands gripped the edge of the control panel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"He's gone mad, completely mad! He's squeezing every last drop of potential out of the engine with his life!"

Han Feng, however, was in a state of unprecedented ecstasy inside the cockpit.

He put all the cultivation techniques he had previously mastered to their fullest potential on this high-performance "flying sword"!

He gulped down bottle after bottle of Qi and Blood-nourishing medicine as if it were a beverage.

On his personal panel, the progress bar representing his cultivation level was rising at an alarming rate!

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm Level 5 (880/1000)]

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm Level 5 (950/1000)]

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm, Fifth Level (1000/1000)!]

boom!!!

A warm current, far more refined and powerful than any medicine, surged forth from the depths of the dantian, like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, instantly washing over every part of the body!

Every cell in the body is greedily absorbing this power, cheering and jumping for joy!

Strength, speed, perception... all were elevated to a whole new level at this moment!

[Congratulations, host! You have broken through to the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm! Your maximum health and mana have increased by 100!]

Only after finishing the last bottle of potion did Han Feng reluctantly stop his frenzied "leveling up in mid-air".

He glanced at the time; it was exactly half an hour, no more, no less.

With a thought, the frenzied fighter jet instantly became docile, landing smoothly on the runway with an impeccable posture, as steady as a feather.

When he stepped out of the cockpit looking refreshed, he was greeted by the stares of the entire project team, as if they were looking at a god or a demon.

……

Inside the technical analysis room, the atmosphere was as lively as if it were an early New Year celebration.

Han Feng stood in front of the holographic projection and succinctly revealed his findings.

"...The problem isn't the wiring or the structure, it's the material itself."

"Under an 11.2G overload, the 'Obsidian' will resonate and annihilate with the engine's specific frequency psionic energy."

"I checked 32 other key nodes, four of which also used 'Obsidian' and all had similar hidden dangers."

Qian Gong's glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose. He adjusted them, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"Energy annihilation... This... this is beyond the scope of our current materials science theories!"

Chen Gang frowned, his fingers flying across the screen as he muttered to himself.

"Frequency, pressure, lattice resonance... If his perception is real, then there is a huge gap in our understanding of materials science at the microscopic level."

Instead of questioning it, he directly took Han Feng's "perception" as an irrefutable axiom and began to reverse-engineer the entire theoretical edifice!

"How should we solve this?"

Zhao Yu's voice trembled slightly as he asked the most crucial question.

Everyone looked at Han Feng, awaiting his final judgment.

"It's very simple."

Han Feng said in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"We don't need to make a big fuss."

"Simply inscribe a miniature frequency stabilization array on the surface of the 'Obsidian' using the basic runes of the 'Quiet' system."

He reached out and casually drew a few simple, almost rudimentary, rune structures on the holographic model.

"This array does not consume energy. Its function is to fine-tune the frequency of the 'Obsidian' before the psionic energy comes into contact with it, actively avoiding the 'death frequency band' that would cause resonance."

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared blankly at the few simple runes, then glanced at the nonchalant Han Feng, and a thought popped into their minds simultaneously.

Using a ridiculously simple array of runes to solve a "mystical" problem that goes beyond existing theories?

Is this... the world of geniuses?