High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

This could definitely become a trump card, a killer move.

As cultivation level and skill proficiency increase, the power of this move will inevitably become more and more terrifying.

Han Feng fiddled with the screw in his hand until his personal terminal issued a low battery warning, at which point he realized it was already pitch black outside the window.

The walls and floor of the training room were covered with the jagged holes he had left behind.

He was stunned for a moment, hoping that the cleaning staff wouldn't come knocking on his door tomorrow demanding compensation.

Dragging his tired but fulfilled body, Han Feng returned to the Class C dormitory.

A hot bath washed away the dust from his body, and he lay on the soft bed, his consciousness quickly sinking into darkness.

In his dream, he returned to an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Beneath him was no longer a cold, steel warplane, but a blood-red longsword that moved at will.

Soaring through the heavens.

……

The next morning.

Han Feng awoke from his deep sleep, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

After a night's rest, he not only fully mastered the power of the seventh level of Body Tempering, but his spirit also returned to its peak.

The spiritual energy flowing through the room nourished his limbs and bones, making him feel completely comfortable.

This is the treatment given to C-level trainees.

He brought up his personal panel, and looking at the contribution points section, the ease on his face gradually disappeared.

[Contribution Points: 25000]

He burned 15,000 points in one day and broke through a minor realm.

This speed is awesome.

But the energy expenditure is terrifying.

At this rate, the remaining 25,000 points will only be enough for him to fly for less than two more days.

What about two days later?

Continue to rely on a fixed monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and odd jobs at the machine repair shop to earn a meager living?

No, that's too slow.

After making a quick buck of 35,000 yuan, he couldn't stand the snail's pace of repairing airplanes one order at a time and earning a few hundred or a thousand yuan for his hard work.

Doing scientific research?

Projects like the "Peregrine Falcon 3rd Generation" often take several months or even a year and a half to complete, by which time it's too late.

What he lacks most right now is time.

I must find a way to make money while practicing my spiritual cultivation.

Han Feng's mind conjured up images of himself piloting a fighter jet.

To fly a plane and carry out a mission.

This is his ideal path to growth at present.

You can use "Sword Control Technique" to increase your proficiency and improve your cultivation, and you can also complete tasks to earn a lot of contribution points, killing two birds with one stone.

He certainly can't lose his identity as a mechanic. It's not only a guarantee of his technical skills, but also a decent identity label, serving as a backup plan.

But it is by no means the main path to becoming stronger.

The problem is, he doesn't have a plane.

The school's mission center only offers combat missions to students who own personal fighter jets or belong to certain clubs or organizations.

Buy one?

Even the cheapest second-hand "Peregrine Falcon" first generation costs several hundred thousand contribution points.

Even if you sold him, you still wouldn't be able to raise the money.

How about exchanging the project bonus for an airplane?

Han Feng calculated that he had made the greatest contribution this time, and he was sure to receive a generous bonus and honors.

If we could use a portion of our future salary in advance to make a down payment on a second-hand phone, it seems somewhat possible.

He certainly couldn't have accomplished this on his own.

The image of Zhao Yu's serious face flashed into Han Feng's mind.

Now, it seems that only his immediate supervisor can help him.

Having made up his mind, he immediately got up, changed into his uniform, and headed straight for Experiment Zone No. 3.

Inside the experimental area, the buzzing of various instruments and the whispers of the trainees intertwined to create an efficient symphony.

Zhao Yu was standing in front of the control panel, his brows furrowed, staring at the waterfall of data scrolling down the screen.

"Engineer Zhao."

Han Feng walked up behind him.

Zhao Yu didn't turn his head; his voice came from the data stream.

"Wait for me for three minutes."

Han Feng stood quietly to the side.

He knew very well that these engineers at level B and above, once they got into work mode, were a bunch of complete lunatics.

Three minutes later, Zhao Yu let out a long sigh of relief, stretched his stiff neck, and turned around.

"It's all settled. Now, what's up?"

"Mr. Zhao, I want to make money."

Han Feng got straight to the point, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Zhao Yu took a sip of the cold, strong tea, his eyes showing no surprise.

"Is a C-level technician's monthly salary not enough for your expenses?"

Han Feng gave a wry smile.

"It's because I've been spending too much money that my cultivation speed can't keep up with my ambition."

Zhao Yu's sharp gaze swept over him from head to toe, as if trying to see right through him.

"Seven levels of body tempering, very stable foundation."

"It's faster than I expected."

He put down his teacup, crossed his arms, and pondered for a moment.

"Engineer Zhao, I would like to apply to use the bonus from this 'Peregrine Third Generation' project, plus an advance on part of my salary, to exchange for a second-hand 'Peregrine' fighter jet."

"I want to take on a mission."

Zhao Yu frowned, but quickly relaxed.

"With your contribution, I'll apply to the academy for a second-hand fighter jet. The chances of it being approved are very high."

Han Feng's eyes lit up.

"However, I don't recommend that you do that."

Zhao Yu's sudden change of tone made Han Feng's heart leap into his throat.

Why?

Zhao Yu looked at him and suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"Han Feng, do you know what talent is?"

Without waiting for Han Feng's reply, he continued talking to himself.

"Talent is a weapon."

"It will cut you before you have enough strength to hold it."

His expression turned serious, and his voice lowered.

"I have already reported your talent."

"Your file should now be on the desks of the academy's higher-ups, or even some important figures in the council."

Han Feng's heart sank.

"You have been placed on the 'watch list'."

Zhao Yu said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Once you're on this list, you're safe within the fortress city."

"No force that can be brought to the forefront, whether it's a conglomerate or the military, dares to touch you."

"Because touching you is tantamount to challenging the bottom line of Donghai Martial Arts University, and they will pay a heavy price for it."

"This can be considered a form of protection."

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be a good thing.

"But this list is not a secret."

Zhao Yu's next words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

"Even those who can't be brought to the table, those rats in the gutter, know about the existence of this list."

"To them, you are not the hope of the future, but a walking treasure."

"Treasure?"

"Some cult organizations and madmen have been researching how to steal other people's talents."

"They would hunt down lone wolves who were talented but lacked background and strength, and use evil magic to extract their life essence to make so-called talent potions."

Zhao Yu's tone was calm, but the content of his words sent a chill down Han Feng's spine.

"When one person goes out on a mission, it's like exposing this treasure to everyone's view."

"You might be able to come back safely once, or twice."

"But if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet."

"Once those lunatics figure out your patterns of action and set a trap, the consequences will be unimaginable."

That's why I'm reminding you to become stronger as soon as possible.

Han Feng fell silent.

He never expected that displaying his talent would bring such danger.

This world is far more complex and cruel than he imagined.

Either soar to great heights and become a chess player.

Either stagnate and become "medicinal material" in the eyes of those madmen.

"What should I do then?"

Han Feng let out a long breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

Seeing how quickly he accepted reality, a hint of approval flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

"You can't do it alone, but you can work with a team."

He accessed his personal terminal and sent a document to Han Feng.

"The Flight Academy's 'Sword Club' is currently recruiting."

"Their president, Zhang Hao, is an A-level elite and a master of the Meridian Opening Realm. His strength and character are both trustworthy."

"The club has its own hangar and even modified fighter jets."

"You getting in is much better than going it alone."

"With the help of the gang and the protection of the organization, those rats in the gutter won't dare to easily reach out."

"Besides, they have planes. Since you don't have enough money right now, you can use their fighter jets."

"I'll write you a letter of recommendation, but whether you get in depends on your own abilities."

Zhao Yu patted him on the shoulder, his tone solemn, "Remember, become powerful enough as soon as possible to truly control your own destiny!"

"Thank you very much, Engineer Zhao!"

Leaving the experimental area, Han Feng felt a surge of excitement.

He knew that his ladder to the sky might be right in front of him.

Room 307, Building C.

Han Feng pushed open the dormitory door, and a rich aroma of food wafted out, accompanied by a figure.

"Oh, you're back?"

A slightly chubby young man with a warm smile handed me a high-energy nutrition bar, acting as if we'd known each other for three years.

"My name is Gao Fei, and I'll be your roommate from now on."

"Just got back from Engineer Zhao's? Come on, have some energy!"

This sudden enthusiasm took Han Feng by surprise.

He instinctively took the nutrition bar.

"Hello, Han Feng."

"I know you, Brother Han Feng, you're a big celebrity in our class!"

Gao Fei winked and exclaimed dramatically, "Single-handedly, you raised the 'Peregrine Falcon 3rd Generation' project's expectations by a full ten percentage points! Amazing, absolutely amazing!"

Han Feng stopped in his tracks.

This was an internal secret of the project team; even Li Wei didn't know the specific data.

How could Gao Fei know so much?

"You're very well-informed."

Han Feng's tone was unreadable.

"Hey, just trying to make a living!"

Gao Fei patted his chest, looking smug. "Brother, if you ever need to find out about anyone or get your hands on anything that's not available on the market, just let me know!"

Han Feng understood.

This person is an information broker, or rather, a middleman.

"Oh, right," Gao Fei seemed to have thought of something, "I heard that Engineer Zhao recommended the 'Sharp Sword Society' to you?"

Han Feng's expression changed instantly.

This guy even knows this?

"What? Interested?"

Gao Fei immediately noticed the change in his expression, and the smile on his face became meaningful.

"Zhao Gonggang just submitted a letter of recommendation for me."

Han Feng decided to stop hiding it.

"I knew it!"

Gao Fei slapped his thigh, "Engineer Zhao is truly exceptional when it comes to his own people."

"but……"

He changed the subject, his expression turning serious.

"Zhao's letter of recommendation is both a stepping stone and a touchstone."

"This selection process is fraught with difficulties."

Just then, Han Feng's personal terminal vibrated slightly.

A message pops up.

[Tokai Martial Arts University - Sword Club]

The initial assessment for new members will be held at 8:00 AM the day after tomorrow in simulation training field number seven.

Please arrive on time; latecomers will not be admitted.

The day after tomorrow? So soon!

Upon seeing the message, Han Feng's fatigue vanished, replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

"Hey, that's pretty efficient."

Gao Fei also came over for a look, "It seems that President Zhang Hao is giving Engineer Zhao a lot of face."

"However, face is face, and rules are rules."

What's the take on this review?

Han Feng put away the terminal and looked at him.

"That's a huge claim!"

Gao Fei pulled over a chair, lowered his voice, as if he were sharing a huge secret.

"I just received news that Fang Jian, one of the vice presidents, will be in charge of evaluating this batch of new recruits tomorrow."

"Fang Jian?"

"Nickname: 'Mad Dog'!"

Gao Fei's tone was a mixture of awe and apprehension.