High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Although Han Feng guessed that the system was probably not so easy to talk to.

After all, the core logic of the system is "riding flying swords".

But what if? What if we can find a loophole?

I act on my thoughts immediately and never procrastinate.

Han Feng stopped his body-tempering exercises and slowly closed his eyes.

The knowledge imparted by the system flows through my mind like an instinct.

He mobilized the limited amount of qi and blood in his body and began to circulate it according to the profound path of "Introduction to Sword Control Technique".

hum!

The power of Qi and blood no longer stays quietly in the body, but bursts out suddenly.

An invisible gas film formed on the surface of his body.

The heaviness in my body vanished instantly.

A sense of lightness, almost weightless, takes its place.

The oppressive feeling was greatly reduced by the 1.5 times gravity field beneath my feet.

The five senses were magnified like never before.

He can even detect the movement of suspended dust particles in the air.

He tried to take a step forward.

Swish!

He shot forward like a cannonball, instantly flying three or four meters away.

The speed was so fast that even he was somewhat distracted.

Strength, speed, reaction time... a comprehensive boost!

However, as he suppressed his excitement and looked at the system panel, a chill ran down his spine.

The number in the "Cultivation Level" column remained unchanged.

On the contrary, the value in the "Qi and Blood" column is dropping rapidly.

[Actively used the beginner-level Sword Control Technique, but failed to resonate with the flying sword, unable to refine cultivation, and continuously depleting health and mana...]

"It just didn't work."

Han Feng stopped circulating the magic, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.

System bugs aren't so easy to exploit.

Without the medium of "flying swords," the sword-controlling technique cannot complete the energy refining loop.

It can only be used as a consumable temporary gain state.

However, this discovery was a pleasant surprise.

If this state is briefly activated during ground combat, the terrifying speed it unleashes can definitely be a surprise trump card.

Having figured this out, Han Feng refocused his attention on the Body Tempering Technique.

His previous surge in physical fitness had made him feel a little awkward in controlling his strength.

He needs to recalibrate his body through these most basic martial arts skills.

He could control every bit of the surge in power.

Time slowly passed during the tedious training.

Inside the gravity chamber, only Han Feng's heavy breathing and the whistling wind generated by his punches and kicks could be heard.

He was completely immersed in the thrill of his rapidly increasing strength.

They ignored everything from the outside world.

After finishing one set of body-strengthening techniques, he was about to move on to the next one.

But a deep-seated emptiness brought him to an abrupt halt.

He immediately focused his consciousness and brought up the control panel.

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm Level 5 (222/1000) (+4)]

[Technique: Body Tempering Technique (Proficiency 326/400) (+20)]

Qi and Blood: 5/522 (+1)

On the panel, the bright red single-digit health and vitality value pierced his eyes like a needle.

A warning signal, stemming from his very life instincts, suddenly exploded in his mind.

Han Feng then realized that he had been too excited to pay attention.

They completely ignored the enormous energy consumption of flying on a sword.

And after the body undergoes a transformation, the thirst for energy is far greater than before.

He was originally at the fifth level of Body Tempering, and even after three or four hours of cultivation, he wouldn't be in this state.

But now, the strain of sword control combined with the practice of body tempering has pushed him to his physical limits.

The depletion of Qi and blood is not just a numerical value, but also a loss of vitality.

This also served as a wake-up call for him.

Don't take the system's data lightly; if your vital energy and blood reach zero, you might actually die.

However, this time it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

After understanding the significance of Qi and Blood value, he will be able to make more accurate judgments about his physical condition during future cultivation or battles.

Fortunately, we haven't run into a deficit yet.

Go back to your dorm and drink a bottle of high-energy nutrient solution; you'll recover in no time.

Thinking of this, Han Feng immediately ended his practice.

Afterwards, he went to the public washroom, took a quick shower, and then dragged his somewhat weak feet back to the dormitory.

As a D-level mechanical repair student, he lived in a four-person dormitory assigned by the academy, which was jokingly called a "pigeon cage".

When Han Feng pushed open the dormitory door, a peculiar smell mixed with the aroma of meat, sweat, and engine oil wafted towards him.

"Hey, our ace pilot has returned home in triumph!"

A teasing voice rang out.

It was Xiao Li. He was sitting at his desk, meticulously wiping a brand-new psionic wrench with a piece of deerskin cloth.

That was a treasure he had saved up for two months to acquire.

But when his gaze fell on Han Feng's face, his hands immediately stopped moving.

The joking smile froze on his lips.

"Damn it! You lunatic, something's wrong with your complexion!"

"Did you go to fly the plane, or were you flown by it?"

"How come it's as white as a sheet of paper!"

On the small balcony, the burly Fat Tiger was squatting in front of a small electric hot pot, his mouth practically watering.

Hearing the noise, he turned around abruptly.

The next second, he sprang up and rushed to Han Feng's side in three quick steps.

"You lunatic, are you alright?!"

Fat Tiger's honest face was full of anxiety and concern.

"Did you get beaten up outside?"

"Tell Tiger, Tiger, I..."

"Come on," Little Li interrupted him, scoffing. "That madman's almost at level five, who's going to beat him up?"

"Besides, with your cultivation level of only four layers, you'd be nothing more than free food if you went there."

At another desk, Zhou Wen, who had been engrossed in reading documents, also looked up.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and strode over to Han Feng.

His gaze swept across Han Feng's pale face. He lowered his voice and said in a serious tone, "Han Feng, your qi and blood are disordered and unstable. This is a sign of severe overexertion."

"Did you run into trouble during your cultivation?"

Zhou Wen is quiet by nature, but has the most delicate mind.

Seeing his roommates' undisguised concern, Han Feng felt a warmth in his heart.

He waved his hand with a smile, his voice a little weak: "It's nothing, I was just practicing the body-strengthening technique too intensely, and it consumed a lot of my qi and blood."

"Drink some nutritional fluids and get some rest overnight."

"You call this nothing? Your legs are practically weak!"

Fat Tiger glared with his bull-like eyes and, without saying a word, forcefully pressed Han Feng into the chair.

Zhou Wen immediately ran to pour a glass of warm water and handed it over, solemnly instructing, "Deficiency of qi and blood will damage your foundation. You absolutely cannot push yourself like this in the future; you must proceed gradually!"

Han Feng nodded and took the water glass.

Fat Tiger spun around twice in place, then suddenly gritted his teeth, as if he had made some desperate move.

He rushed back to the small balcony.

He lifted the lid of the electric hot pot, which was bubbling and steaming.

A rich aroma of meat instantly filled the small dormitory room.

"Drinking water alone is useless; to replenish your qi and blood, you must eat monster meat!"

Fat Tiger picked up a chipped enamel bowl and carefully scooped a large bowl of thick soup with minced meat from the pot with a big spoon.

Almost all of the precious bits of meat in the pot ended up in Han Feng's bowl.

He carried the bowl and walked back unsteadily, each step extremely firm, as if afraid of spilling even a drop.

His expression didn't seem like he was holding a bowl of soup, but rather like he was holding a rare family heirloom.

"Quick, you madman, drink some monster essence to replenish your strength!"

Fat Tiger shoved the bowl into Han Feng's hands and said in a muffled voice.

"I just bought some minced iron-feathered bird meat today!"

"I've been saving this up for several days!"

"It's all here, hurry up and drink it to replenish your energy!"

Xiao Li stared at the bowl of meat, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Damn, Fat Tiger, you've really cut off your own flesh!"

"If you drink this soup, you'll be crying in your dreams tonight, clutching an empty bowl!"

"Get lost!" Fat Tiger's face darkened, and he took a step forward and punched Little Li.

Han Feng held the warm enamel bowl, watching the two playfully bickering, and said nothing more.

He picked up the spoon and took a big gulp.

A warm current spread through my abdomen, but the sensation was completely different.

It was no longer just the warmth of food, but a pure energy.

It was precisely nourishing his nearly depleted sea of ​​qi and blood along the meridians in his body.

[Consuming low-level psionic food increases Qi and Blood by 10.]