High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

This move is very Han Feng-esque.

Chen Gang looked up, and the light from the holographic model danced in his pupils.

The idea in his mind suddenly came to life.

"feasible!"

"Theoretically, it's entirely feasible!"

His speech suddenly quickened, as if he were afraid that the glimmer of inspiration would vanish in an instant.

"A frequency-stabilized array can fine-tune the energy frequency; this is the fundamental theory!"

"But our thinking has become rigid!"

"Using it to handle large-scale energy loops is like using a siege cannon to kill a mosquito!"

"We never imagined it could be used on such a tiny, single node!"

He looked at Han Feng, his eyes filled with admiration and an almost fanatical light.

They are still struggling in the quagmire of underlying principles, trying to rebuild the building with the existing bricks and tiles.

Han Feng, however, presented a perfect foundation stone from another dimension.

What he offered was the simplest, most direct, and most revolutionary engineering solution.

"good!"

Zhao Yu slammed his hand on the table, the heavy metal surface making a dull thud that startled everyone.

His facial muscles twitched slightly with extreme excitement, and he could no longer suppress his smile.

"That's what we'll do!"

"Old Qian, Chen Gang, you two lead the team to handle theoretical verification and data simulation!"

"I need to see the report within three hours!"

"Han Feng, you're in charge of guiding the processing and final testing!"

Zhao Yu's gaze swept over everyone, his voice filled with decisiveness.

"Gentlemen, we are just one step away from success!"

In the days that followed, the entire project team entered a wonderful and efficient working mode.

Han Feng became the most unique existence.

He is both the core concept architect of the R&D team and a unique "humanoid detector".

"Han Feng, this is the seventeenth version of the heat dissipation solution. Go up to the sky and 'take a look' at whether the energy turbulence at heat dissipation port number four has improved."

"Han Feng, how does the new cushioning material feel?"

"Does the energy accumulation point change under 12G overload?"

With this almost bizarre coordination, the project progressed at a phenomenal pace.

Han Feng was in charge of low-intensity testing. With his superhuman perception, no design flaw, down to the nanometer level, could escape his notice.

He had just come down from the sky and pointed out the problem when, on the ground, Chen Gang's theoretical team was able to immediately deduce the most perfect solution based on his terrifyingly accurate "diagnostic report".

Li Wei, on the other hand, was like a madman whose fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

He repeatedly piloted the constantly optimized fighter jet, pushing the limits of both the aircraft and his own body under extreme overload conditions of 18G, or even close to 20G.

In just one week.

All the minor issues of the "Peregrine Falcon 3rd Generation" have been eliminated.

Its final performance not only fully met the design specifications, but also exceeded expectations by a full 10 percentage points in core parameters such as engine power, maneuverability, and psionic energy utilization efficiency.

The atmosphere in Hangar No. 3 was exceptionally solemn that day.

Zhao Yu and the entire project team changed into brand-new, crisp uniforms, stood in a row, and looked solemn.

Opposite them stood three middle-aged men in high-ranking college uniforms, the censorship committee badges gleaming under the lights.

The final acceptance team sent by the college.

"Engineer Zhao, we've reviewed it."

The lead inspector pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion.

"The data is perfect, even... a little too perfect."

"But you know the rules: data is data, and we only believe what we see with our own eyes."

"certainly."

Zhao Yu nodded without saying anything more, but turned to the side and pointed to the silver-gray fighter jet poised for takeoff in the center of the tarmac.

"Chief Test Pilot, Li Wei."

"A-level student of the flight academy, a gold three-star pilot, with tenth level of Body Tempering Realm cultivation."

"The flight time is 3,021 hours, which fully meets the highest acceptance standards."

Li Wei gave the inspection team an impeccable military salute, then turned and walked toward the fighter jet.

As he passed Han Feng, he paused and lowered his voice.

"Watch closely."

"I'll show you what professionalism is today."

Han Feng smiled, said nothing, and quietly retreated into the crowd.

He knew that he wasn't the main character today.

In such official settings, the qualifications of test pilots are a strict requirement, a threshold that amateur pilots like him, who are at the "Bronze One-Star" level, cannot overcome.

Showing off your "flying sword" in front of the acceptance team will only make them question the rigor of the entire project.

When it's time to be high-profile, show your brilliance.

When it's time to keep a low profile, you also need to know when to give up the spotlight.

The roar of the engines filled the air as the fighter jet took off.

Li Wei's flight lacked Han Feng's unpredictable and physics-defying footwork.

Every movement he made was textbook precision and power, a perfect combination of industry and violence.

With a clean and crisp vertical climb, the fuselage, like a sharp sword, instantly pierced the sound barrier, leaving behind a stunning white sonic boom cloud in the air.

The smooth "J-turn" was achieved without any unnecessary tremors even under a terrifying overload of up to 15G, as if the aircraft was firmly fixed on the preset track by an invisible hand.

The "Super Cobra" maneuver high in the sky perfectly showcases the unparalleled teamwork between the pilot and the fighter jet.

The three members of the inspection team went from being serious and scrutinizing the situation at the beginning, to being surprised, and finally to completely losing their composure.

The data board in the inspector's hand had stopped recording at some point; he was just unconsciously opening his mouth and muttering to himself.

"This...this is really a fighter jet developed by our Donghai Martial Arts University?"

The lead inspector suddenly turned to look at Zhao Yu, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses burning with unbelievable excitement.

"Engineer Zhao, you...you didn't improve the engine."

"You have created a miracle!"

When Li Wei piloted his fighter jet and landed smoothly on the runway with a perfect attitude, thunderous applause erupted throughout the stadium.

"The 'Peregrine Falcon III Psionic Engine Improvement Project' has passed inspection..."

The lead inspector took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and solemnly announced.

"pass!"

As soon as those two words were uttered, the entire project team erupted in cheers!

The engineers threw off their hats, hugged each other, and cheered with joy.

Many tough guys shed tears on the spot. All the pressure and grievances from more than a month of tireless fighting turned into unparalleled glory and joy at this moment.

The announcement of successful acceptance brought the atmosphere in the entire No. 3 hangar to a fever pitch.

"Tianjiao Pavilion! My treat! We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Zhao Yu raised his arm and shouted, his voice booming and echoing above the cheering crowd.

"Engineer Zhao is so generous!"

"Haha, finally I get to see the legendary A-level student cafeteria!"

After more than a month of suppressed emotions, the engineers finally let loose, patting each other on the shoulder with uncontrollable elation on their faces.

Li Wei walked up to Han Feng and punched him hard on the back.

"Kid, you're flying pretty well."

"But don't back down when it comes to drinking tonight!"

Han Feng stumbled from the punch and grimaced.

"Don't worry, getting a gold-level pilot drunk shouldn't be too difficult."

"Arrogant!"

Li Wei laughed loudly, pointing at him, "I'm waiting!"

Nighttime, the most luxurious private room on the third floor of Tianjiao Pavilion.

Unlike the smell of engine oil and metal in the hangar, the air here is filled with a rich aroma of spiritual food.

On the huge round table, there were all sorts of rare and exotic monster meat dishes.

The steamed deep-sea fish, a full meter long, has translucent flesh that exudes a spiritual aura.

The grilled, thickly sliced ​​Tier 2 Crimson Flame Beef is crimson in color, with fat evenly distributed like snowflakes.

There's also a dragon bird soup, simmered for eight hours with over a dozen precious spiritual plants. The soup is golden in color and has a rich, enticing aroma.

Each dish is full of vitality and is quite valuable, enough to be equivalent to half a year's salary for an ordinary engineer.

The project team members had never seen anything like this before, and their eyes widened in astonishment.

"Don't be shy, eat as much as you like!"

"Anyone who doesn't finish their food today is disrespecting me, Zhao Yu!"

Zhao Yu personally poured everyone a full glass of the legendary "one-cup wonder" Fiery Treasure.

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

"I'd like to raise a glass to Engineer Zhao!"

"If it weren't for your strong opposition back then, our project would have been canceled long ago!"

"Respect to Han Feng and Chen Gang as well!"

"A genius and a prodigy, you two are a perfect match!"

The group toasted and drank, and soon became somewhat tipsy.

Holding a wine glass, Chen Gang took the initiative to walk up to Han Feng for the first time.

His face was flushed from the alcohol and excitement, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

"Han Feng, I salute you."

His tone of voice still carried a touch of scholarly rigor.

"Your way of thinking has opened a door to a new world for me."

"I used to think that all questions should, and must, be supported by rigorous logic and quantifiable data."

"But you made me realize that sometimes, those seemingly elusive intuitions and inspirations are also paths to the truth."

"No, that's even a higher-dimensional path."

He downed the spicy liquor in one gulp, as if he were drinking down his own past stubbornness.

"Please take care of me in the future."

Han Feng also downed his drink; the strong liquor went down his throat like a fuse.

He looked at the genius whose worldview he had completely changed and smiled.

"Learn from each other."