High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"Hello, Senior Brother Fang!"

"President Fang!"

A series of greetings rang out, but everyone deliberately kept their voices low.

The entire training ground fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

A man walked to the center of the field.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

Those who were seen by him felt a chill run down their spines and their bodies involuntarily tensed up.

He is Fang Jian.

The vice president of the "Sword Society," nicknamed "Mad Dog."

"Welcome everyone to participate in the initial evaluation of the 'Sword Club'."

Fang Jian's voice was calm and even, without any emotional fluctuations, but every word was clearly heard by everyone.

"Here, I will only reiterate the principle once."

"Our club doesn't care about background or connections; we only recognize ability."

Every action you take will be recorded, analyzed, and evaluated.

"Show your skills and prove you deserve to stand here."

He raised his wrist, and a screen of light was projected into the air.

The evaluation will be conducted in two rounds.

"Round 1: Virtual Combat"

"Round Two: Live-Action Combat"

"Today, we'll only be playing the first round."

Mission codename: Raging Waves Rescue.

"This evaluation uses a 5V5 red-blue battle mode."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted in uproar.

confrontation?

This is much more brutal than simple PVE quests!

"The mission objective is simple."

Fang Jian's voice remained calm.

"Blue Team, five people, escort an Albatross transport plane safely across the Raging Strait."

"Red team, five players, at all costs, sink 'Albatross'."

He stretched out his finger and tapped it heavily on the light screen.

That cold texture seemed to strike at everyone's heart.

"The key point is that this evaluation will not consider team wins or losses, but only individual performance."

"The system will give a comprehensive score based on your flying skills, tactical decisions, teamwork, and final results."

"Each enemy aircraft shot down earns an extra ten points."

Ultimately, the top five people based on the overall score will advance.

Everyone understood instantly.

This is not a team game.

This is a bloody elimination tournament where ten people fight each other for five spots!

So-called teammates, in the face of the "shoo-down for ten points" rule, may even become a burden that hinders one from scoring points.

Instantly, everyone's eyes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, fell on the figure wearing the C-class uniform.

Han Feng.

He became the most succulent piece of meat in everyone's eyes.

"Now, we will begin randomly selecting the first batch of candidates for assessment."

As soon as Fang Jian finished speaking, the names on the light screen scrolled wildly.

A few seconds later, the list was finalized.

[Blue Team (Rescue): Han Feng, Zhang Qian, Wang Lei, Sun Kaidong, Liu Chen]

[Red Team (Interception): Wei Dong, Liu Mang, Zhou Kai, Chen Bin, Lin Feng]

Upon seeing this group assignment, Wei Dong's lips curled into a wide, sinister grin.

He made a throat-slitting gesture in the direction of Han Feng.

On the blue team's side, apart from Han Feng, the other four players' expressions immediately fell.

"What's going on? You want us to bring an airplane mechanic?"

A female B-level student named Zhang Qian, with neat short hair, frowned, her disdain undisguised in her tone.

"A four-on-five game at the start, what's the point?"

Another student named Wang Lei leaned against the wall, arms crossed, with a look of watching a show.

Their strength is considered good in Rank B, but they are slightly inferior to Wei Dong's gold three-star ace lineup.

Now that a notorious burden has been crammed into the team, how are we supposed to play?

Han Feng ignored the surrounding discussions.

He simply stared calmly at the mission briefing on the screen, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Li Wei, standing outside the crowd, frowned deeply upon seeing the group assignments.

"First batch, everyone enter the simulation chamber!"

Fang Jian gave the order.

The ten people quickly walked to their respective simulation pods, the pod doors closed, and the entire venue fell into an eerie silence.

Welcome to the "Raging Waves Rescue" combat mode.

[Identity verified: Han Feng, Blue Team member.]

A cold, mechanical voice rang out, and the scene before my eyes instantly changed.

Beneath the endless dark clouds lies a turbulent black ocean.

The gale-force winds and torrential rain pounded against the cockpit windows, making a crackling sound.

On the sea, black reef islands resembling monster fangs are scattered like stars, forming a natural labyrinth of death.

To his left, a bulky, slow-flying Albatross transport plane was struggling against the storm.

[Mission begins!]

On the radar screen, five glaring red dots suddenly appeared from behind the distant islands.

Like five sharp arrows released from a bow, they hurtled straight at us!

"They're here!"

Zhang Qian calmly issued instructions over the public channel.

"Standard diamond-shaped guards!"

"Sun Kaidong, Wang Lei, advance to the flank and meet the enemy!"

"Liu Chen, protect the rear of the transport plane!"

"Um... Han Feng, stay close to me!"

Her tactical arrangements were standard, but her words implied that she was treating Han Feng as a non-combatant who needed protection.

Just then, in the Red Team channel, a student named Liu Mang laughed contemptuously.

"Captain, that C-rank pushover is mine. I'll take care of him in ten minutes. You guys go first!"

"Quickly finish this." Wei Dong's voice was as cold as ice.

"rest assured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red dot codenamed "Red Three" broke away from the main attacking force on the radar.

Like a shark that has smelled blood, it pounced straight at Han Feng.

"Han Feng, watch out! He's coming for you!"

Zhang Qian shouted anxiously into the channel.

"Don't get entangled with him, move closer to me immediately!"

However, Han Feng seemed not to hear it.

Instead of approaching, he piloted his fighter jet to one side and plunged into a labyrinth of dozens of black reefs.

"What is this guy doing? Is he looking for death?" Wang Lei couldn't help but curse.

"Forget about him! He's dead! Let's hold the line first!" Zhang Qian decisively gave up.

"Ha, trying to play hide-and-seek with me using the terrain? How naive!"

Liu Mang grinned maliciously and rushed in as well.

In such a narrow and complex space, even the slightest mistake could lead to the destruction of the machine and loss of life.

He has absolute confidence in his micro-management skills.

Just as Liu Mang's fighter jet was about to enter its optimal firing range, the "Peregrine Falcon" that had been fleeing in a sorry state suddenly made a move that made his brain freeze.

It didn't turn, it didn't slow down.

Instead, in an extreme tilt, with the fuselage almost parallel to the sea surface, it slid sideways toward the right angle of the crevice in the reef!

A physics-defying, 90-degree right-angle drift!

"What?!"

Liu Mang's pupils shrank to pinpoints in an instant.

This terrifying maneuver resulted in a terrifying overload of over 13G!

If it were him, under such overload, his consciousness would be instantly swallowed by darkness!

But Han Feng didn't!

The moment the overload reached its peak, the power of his blood and qi surged forth!

The inner workings of the "Sword Control Technique" flowed naturally.

A scorching power surged from his dantian, rapidly building a tough "skeleton" composed of countless blood and qi threads within his body, effectively counteracting the terrifying pressure that could displace his internal organs!

Liu Mang had no time to react.

His brain couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes, and his body was unable to issue any corresponding commands.

By the time he instinctively tried to pull up the nose of the aircraft, it was too late.

boom--!

A massive fireball exploded in the rocky maze, illuminating the final look of horror on his face.

[Blue Team member Han Feng shot down enemy aircraft Red Three.]

[Personal Points +10]

The cold, impersonal system notification echoed in everyone's ears.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield for three seconds.

"What... damn?"

On the Blue Team channel, Wang Lei swore, his voice filled with disbelief and shock.

That guy they saw as a burden actually solo-killed the opposing B-rank elite?

Or should we use this godlike, godlike technique?

"Liu Mang! You piece of trash!"

Wei Dong's roar echoed in the Red Team channel, filled with rage.

The pace of the battle did not stop as a result.

Enraged, Wei Dong displayed the terrifying strength of a Gold Three-Star Ace.

A textbook "Immelmann spin" instantly circled behind Wang Lei and mercilessly shattered him into pieces.

[Red Team member Wei Dong shot down enemy aircraft Lan San.]

Almost simultaneously, another Red Team member gained the upper hand in a close battle with Sun Kaidong, and a series of precise shots tore apart Sun Kaidong's wing.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhang Qian and Han Feng remained on the blue team.

The Albatross transport plane was now completely exposed to enemy fire.

"The mission failed..." Zhang Qian closed her eyes in despair.

Forget about the transport planes!

Wei Dong issued a new order over the channel, his tone chilling.

"Zhou Kai, come with me! Let's take care of that pesky mechanic first!"

On the radar, the two red dots immediately changed direction, one to the left and one to the right, and headed towards Han Feng, who had just flown out of the reef maze.

Two against one!

"Kid, you're pretty good. You actually managed to take down that idiot Liu Mang."

Wei Dong's cold laughter rang out on the public channel.

"However, the game ends here."

Han Feng did not answer, but silently increased the altitude, trying to break free.

However, Wei Dong and Zhou Kai's cooperation was seamless, with one responsible for the main attack and suppression, and the other responsible for the flank blockade.

Like two experienced hunting dogs, they constantly squeezed Han Feng's living space.

Han Feng's body can withstand high G-forces, but the performance of the virtual fighter jet has its limits.

He made several risky evasive maneuvers, but he could never shake off the two persistent leeches behind him.

Ultimately, he was cornered in a canyon formed by three massive reefs.

There's no way to retreat!

"Die!"

Wei Dong grinned maliciously, pointing the nose of his plane at Han Feng. The "beep beep" of the missile lock-on sounded like a death knell.

Just then, Gao Fei's smirking face flashed through Han Feng's mind.

"That guy Fang Jian, nicknamed 'Mad Dog'... He never looks at your mission completion rate, he only looks at your reactions and actions in desperate situations."

Desperate situation?

Han Feng looked at the rapidly approaching missile warning on the screen, then glanced at the arrogant Wei Dong fighter jet in front of him, a resolute madness flashing in his eyes.

It's all virtual anyway, so what's the big deal about dying once!

You want me dead?

Then you won't have an easy time either!

One second before Wei Dong pressed the launch button, Han Feng abandoned all evasive maneuvers.

He slammed the throttle to its maximum, and the engine roared painfully.

Without dodging or avoiding, the nose of the plane brazenly aimed at Wei Dong's fighter jet and crashed straight into it!

"He's insane!"

Wei Dong's pupils contracted sharply; he never expected his opponent to use such a suicidal tactic!

He tried to pull him up, but they were too close and there wasn't enough time!

However, Han Feng's goal was not to perish together with his opponent.

At the last moment, he adjusted the fuselage at a tiny angle and used his sturdy wings, like a guillotine, to slash fiercely at the vulnerable cockpit connection of the Weidong fighter jet!

boom!!!

With a piercing metallic tearing sound, Wei Dong's fighter jet was cleaved in two by this violent force, instantly disintegrating into a dazzling fireball!

[Blue Team member Han Feng shot down enemy aircraft Red One.]

[Personal Points +10]

[Blue Team Member - Han Feng, 98% Damage to His Mech, Crashed.]

Almost simultaneously, Han Feng's screen also went dark.

Outside the simulator, all was deathly silent.

When the hatch opened and everyone came out, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Wei Dong's face was ashen as he stared intently at Han Feng, his eyes seeming to want to devour him alive.

I, a Gold 3-star ace, was actually taken down by a C-level technician with a suicidal attack!

This is an absolute disgrace!

Zhang Qian, the survivor from the Blue Team, looked at Han Feng with a complex expression.

There was shock, admiration, and a touch of fear.

At the control panel, Fang Jian expressionlessly pulled up the final score list.

First place: Wei Dong (One kill, high tactical rating)

Second place: Han Feng (two kills, tactical score of zero, but full marks for courage and decisiveness)

Third place...

"The following are the names of those who have advanced in this round of evaluation: Wei Dong, Han Feng, Zhou Kai, Chen Bin, and Zhang Qian."

After Fang Jian finished reading the list, his calm, unwavering eyes lingered on Han Feng for a full three seconds.

Then he turned around and left without saying a word.

Only after his figure disappeared did the long-suppressed murmurs erupt from the crowd.

"Holy crap! This actually works?"

"That's ruthless! This guy is absolutely insane!"

Li Wei strode over to Han Feng, patted him hard on the shoulder, and looked both amused and exasperated.

"You little brat..."

"That's ruthless, but I like it!"