High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Han Feng was drenched in sweat, and every breath he took was painful.

He didn't give himself a chance to catch his breath.

With bloodshot eyes fixed on the screen, he immediately clicked on the next test item—high-speed rotation.

The simulator instantly began to shake and tumble violently.

The world spun around.

This time, Han Feng had experience.

He closed his eyes, cutting off the inverted view from the virtual cockpit, and focused all his attention on his body.

He used the extraordinary perception he gained from the "skill initiation" to "listen" to the subtle rotations of every mechanical structure in the simulator and to "feel" every change in the direction of centrifugal force.

At the same time, the method of "Sword Control Technique" operates on its own.

His Qi and blood were no longer a raging torrent, but transformed into countless resilient threads, building a delicate balance among his internal organs and stabilizing his center of gravity.

After an unknown amount of time, the frantic spinning finally stopped.

[High-speed rotation test completed, peak speed: 85 revolutions per minute.]

[Rating: Excellent.]

His stomach was churning, but he suppressed the urge to vomit, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

13.5G overload.

It rotates at 85 revolutions per minute.

Both of these data points have surpassed the physiological limits of a Silver-ranked pilot, firmly establishing them as they've entered the Gold rank.

This means that, with the enhancement from the "Sword Control Technique," his body, now at the seventh level of Body Tempering, is comparable to those B-level elite students at the tenth level of Body Tempering.

This is merely a matter of bodily resistance.

His true combat prowess still needs to be honed in blood and fire.

Han Feng licked his chapped lips and, without hesitation, activated the highest difficulty level of the mission.

[Mission Mode: Desperate Breakthrough]

[Scene: Black Mist Swamp]

[Mission Objective: Infiltrate deep into the swamp in a single unit, rescue the crashed research team, and successfully return to base while being pursued by three hundred "Rotten Winged Vultures."]

Three hundred?

This level of difficulty is simply impossible to overcome.

[Mission begins!]

The scene before my eyes changed instantly.

Under the gloomy sky lay an endless expanse of muddy swamp, the air thick with the stench of decay.

On the radar screen, countless red dots surged in from all directions, instantly surrounding him.

Han Feng's pupils contracted, and he abruptly pushed the throttle valve, piloting the virtual "Peregrine" fighter jet, plunging headlong into that land of death.

Instead of fighting head-on, he maximized his understanding of flight from the "Sword Control Technique," pushing the performance of this virtual fighter jet to its limits.

He dodged and weaved through the collapsed building ruins, using walls and broken bridges to avoid the acid spewed by the carrion vultures.

He performed maneuvers that were incomprehensible to ordinary people, pulling himself up at a height of almost three meters close to the ground to lure the pursuing monsters into crashing into the mud.

Every move he made was like dancing on a knife's edge—precise, calm, and deadly.

This is no longer flying a plane.

Instead, it is wielding a sharp sword that flies close to the ground.

An hour later, he piloted his battered and nearly broken fighter jet, leading the virtual research team, and broke through the encirclement.

Task completion rate: 78%

Overall Rating: Silver One Star

Congratulations! Your official pilot rating has been upgraded to Silver One Star.

"Only Silver One Star?"

Han Feng frowned, feeling that he had reached the limits of his current physical and technical abilities.

It seems that the professional rating system is far more brutal than he imagined.

A fierce determination rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Again!"

[Mission Mode: Decapitation Operation]

……

"continue!"

[Mission Mode: Island Guardian]

……

For the next two days, Han Feng devoted almost all his time, except for rest, to virtual practice, frantically challenging one difficult task after another.

Before we knew it, it was late at night the next day.

When Han Feng finally felt that his mental exhaustion had reached its limit, he stopped training and chose to settle the score.

He took off his helmet and stepped out of the simulator. Although his face was a little pale, his steps remained steady.

The prolonged period of intense concentration made him feel drowsy, but his eyes still shone with confidence.

"Student, the total is 32 hours. After deducting the 4 hours prepaid, you still need to pay 2,800 points."

When the short-haired girl at the front desk saw him come out, her tone was polite and professional.

"it is good."

Han Feng handed over the student card.

The girl was operating the terminal, preparing to deduct the payment.

Suddenly, her fingers stopped, her eyes widened slightly, and she stared at the settlement report that popped up on the screen.

"Gold...two stars?"

She read it aloud in a low voice.

Then she raised her head and looked at Han Feng with a completely new gaze.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"They actually gave it a Gold Two-Star rating!"

"This is better than many elite B-level students!"

"Just lucky."

Han Feng smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

"This is not something that can be done by luck."

The girl quickly completed the formalities for him, returned the student card to him, and had a genuine smile on her face.

"I wish you good luck with your assessment tomorrow."

"Thanks."

It was midnight when we left the simulation training center.

The campus was silent, save for the beams of the automated patrol cars that silently pierced the darkness.

The cold night wind was exceptionally refreshing, dispelling the last trace of confusion in Han Feng's mind caused by training.

He walked on the deserted main road, the streetlights casting long shadows of him.

Back in Room 307 of Building C, a familiar smell of instant noodles wafted towards me.

"My God! Bro, you're finally back!"

Gao Fei was slurping noodles in his bowl when he saw him enter, so he quickly put down his bowl and came to greet him.

"How is it? How is it?"

"I heard you locked yourself in the simulator for two days. How did the training go?"

He looked Han Feng up and down and found that apart from looking slightly tired, his eyes were unusually bright and he did not seem anxious at all.

"good."

Han Feng took off his shoes and answered casually.

"Reached Gold 2 stars."

"puff--"

Gao Fei almost spat out the mouthful of noodle soup he had just drunk.

"How much...?"

"Golden Two-Star?!"

He stared wide-eyed at Han Feng.

"Holy crap!"

"Dude, you're not kidding, are you?"

"A C-level technician with a Gold Two-Star flight rating?"

"With your skill level, you'd be more than qualified to participate in the selection process for B-level trainees!"

"This assessment is a sure thing!"

"This is just a mock rating; don't take it seriously."

Han Feng was modest on the surface, but he was secretly pleased.

"How can this not be taken seriously!"

Gao Fei slapped his thigh, then immediately put on the face of a shrewd businessman, took out a pale green potion from his locker, and brought it over.

"Brother, seeing how hard you've been working these past two days, you must be exhausted."

"Here, 'Heart-Clearing Grass' extract, a first-tier spiritual plant essence, specially formulated to replenish spiritual energy!"

"The assessment is tomorrow, so I need to be in top form. This stuff will help you get a good night's sleep, guaranteeing you'll wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed and energetic!"

"How many points?"

Han Feng looked at the medicine in his hand and smiled.

This guy is always thinking about doing business.

"Hehe, we're brothers, I'll give you the cost price, 250 points!"

Gao Fei rubbed his hands together, grinning like a shrewd businessman.

"OK."

Han Feng didn't haggle and directly transferred the contribution points.

This stuff really works; it helps him recover faster.

Gao Fei's smile widened as he looked at the notification on his personal terminal that the money had been credited to his account.

"Alright!"

"Get some rest, brother. Wishing you great success tomorrow!"

……

The following morning, at the No. 7 simulation training ground.

Nearly fifty trainees had gathered inside the venue, almost all of them wearing dark blue B-level elite training uniforms.

They gathered in small groups, talking in hushed tones, their expressions filled with confidence and pride.

When Han Feng walked in wearing his light blue C-level technician training uniform, the discussions in the venue unconsciously subsided.

That unique color stood out too much among the group of deep blue.

"An airplane mechanic is applying to the flight club?"

"You got in through connections, didn't you?"

"Looks pretty ordinary, I wonder what skills they have."

The murmurs were hushed, but Han Feng could still hear some of them.

He remained calm, ignoring the crowd, and began searching for them.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure by the window on the left.

Li Wei was leaning against a simulator, holding an energy drink in his hand, looking out the window with a bored expression.

Noticing Han Feng's gaze, Li Wei turned his head, and a smile immediately appeared on his previously bored face.

He straightened up and strode towards Han Feng.

"Han Feng!"

"You actually dared to come, kid!"

Li Wei walked up to Han Feng, without any airs, and punched him on the shoulder.

The other trainees were quite surprised to see this.

Li Wei is a prominent figure among the B-level trainees, a gold three-star ace pilot, and is known for his arrogance. It's surprising that he's so familiar with a C-level mechanic.

"Since Senior Brother Zhao has given us this opportunity, we should give it a try."

Han Feng smiled.

"Hey, isn't this our genius Li?"

"What, so free that you've come to participate in our 'Sharp Sword Club' selection?"

A somewhat shrill voice broke in, filled with sourness.

Han Feng turned his head and saw a boy with a buzz cut and narrow eyes walking over.

This person was also a B-level elite, and the gold three-star pilot badge on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

The smile on Li Wei's face faded slightly.

"Wei Dong, whether I come or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Wei Dong didn't even look at Han Feng, as if he didn't exist, and just stared at Li Wei with a forced smile.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me."

"I'm just curious, I heard that someone almost wrecked Engineer Zhao's 'Peregrine Falcon 3rd Generation' project during a test flight a few days ago?"

Upon hearing this, several suppressed chuckles immediately rose from the surrounding crowd.

Li Wei's face turned cold.

Wei Dong, however, acted as if he hadn't seen it and continued speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"They almost separated from the pilot while flying a test aircraft. With this level of skill, they dare to embarrass themselves in our 'Sharp Sword Society'?"

"If I were you, I would have found a place to hide and practice properly by now."

"Whether I'm good or not is none of your business."

Li Wei stepped forward and stared into Wei Dong's eyes.

"You're so talkative, if we happen to meet during the assessment later, I hope your mouth can keep up with your flight."

"Ha, so what if we run into each other? Who's afraid of who?"

Wei Dong sneered.

"I want to see how much of your 'genius' level you have left."

You'll find out soon enough.

Li Wei withdrew his gaze, his tone revealing impatience.

"Don't get in my way. Go somewhere cool and stay there."

Wei Dong's face turned ashen instantly after being driven away so ruthlessly.

He glared at Li Wei, then glanced at Han Feng, who remained silent, his contempt undisguised.

"Hmph, I hope you'll still be so defiant later."

After uttering a harsh remark, Wei Dong turned and walked away.

"Do you have a grudge against me?"

Han Feng asked.

I guess so.

Li Wei curled his lip.

"I beat him to first place in the academy's annual flight competition last year."

"That kid is petty and has held a grudge ever since. He's always looking for an opportunity to cause me trouble."

"Be careful of him during the assessment later. He's ruthless and malicious, and he loves to use dirty tricks in simulation battles."

Li Wei reminded him.

Han Feng nodded and memorized the name.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the venue, and the previously noisy environment instantly quieted down.

Everyone turned to look at the doorway.