High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"Next, the second group. Wang Qi, Zhou Yun..." Fang Jian read out the names.

The second group of ten people stepped forward and entered the simulation chamber.

An hour later, the virtual assessment ended. Of the more than fifty participants, fewer than thirty remained. Those who passed were excited, while those who were eliminated looked dejected and left silently.

The atmosphere on the training field grew increasingly heavy.

Fang Jian's gaze swept over everyone, his tone icy.

"The virtual assessment is just an appetizer, a test to see your bottom line."

"The real test that follows is the main event. It's a survival of the fittest."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone present tense.

"Regardless of who you are or what your background is, the Sharp Sword Society will only recruit five people this time."

One sentence extinguished all the joy that had just begun to rise.

This means that four-fifths of those present will be eliminated. No matter how well you perform, if you're not in the top five, you're out.

Everyone's eyes changed; they looked at those around them with wariness.

Fang Jian was very satisfied with the result. Only pressure can bring out a person's potential.

"Come with me."

Without wasting words, he turned and led everyone through a long metal passage to a huge underground hangar.

hum-

The massive alloy gate slowly rose. A gust of cold air, mixed with the smell of aviation fuel and metal, rushed in. A dozen Peregrine Generation 1 trainer aircraft, painted with blue training markings, sat quietly in the hangar.

The body has smooth lines and gleams with a cool light under the lamp.

"The second round of assessment: live-fire combat." Fang Jian pointed to the fighter jets on the tarmac.

"You will be divided into an assessment group and an interference group. The assessment group will pilot the 'Peregrine Falcon Generation 1' and fly the 'death route' that is 50 kilometers ahead, activating ten virtual beacons along the way in sequence."

"The task of the interference team is to interfere with the assessment team by all means, without using weapons."

Fang Jian paused, his voice growing even colder.

"Including but not limited to close-range pressure, creating turbulent wakes, and tactical harassment. Your goal is to prevent the assessment team from completing its mission."

"Now, group them." Fang Jian opened his personal terminal, and the names on the screen started scrolling again.

"First batch of assessment team: Han Feng, Su Yue."

"The first batch of interference group: Wei Dong, Zhou Kai, and Chen Bin."

As soon as the list was announced, a murmur of discussion immediately arose from the crowd.

"Su Yue? That genius girl from the Rune Academy? I heard her mental control is terrifyingly strong, but I didn't expect her flying skills to be so amazing!"

"Isn't this grouping too biased? Wei Dong, Zhou Kai, Chen Bin—aren't these the members of Wei Dong's team from the first round of virtual assessment?"

Standing not far away, Li Wei's brows furrowed instantly. This wasn't random grouping; it was clearly Fang Jian's doing!

Wei Dong couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with pleasure as he looked at Han Feng.

It's like choosing the path to hell when there's one.

He turned to look at Zhou Kai and Chen Bin beside him, and lowered his voice.

"That kid's a bit weird; he's willing to risk his life against me in virtual combat. Let's all go at him together and not give him any chance."

"If the three of us can't even get a C-level mechanic certification, we might as well quit and go home to farm! We absolutely cannot let someone like that take our spot!"

Zhou Kai and Chen Bin immediately nodded, and their gazes toward Han Feng turned hostile.

Han Feng ignored the malicious gazes and walked straight towards a "Peregrine Falcon Generation 1". As his hand gently touched the cold fuselage, the long-lost system notification sound rang in his mind.

[A "flying sword" has been detected. Model: Peregrine Falcon Generation 1.]

[Rank: Low-grade magic weapon.]

[Should we establish a mental link?]

"Yes."

hum!

A resonance far clearer than that of the "CJ-3" spread throughout his body. Every part, every circuit, and every screw of the entire "Peregrine Falcon Generation 1" became incredibly clear in his perception.

At this moment, the steel eagle seemed to become a part of his body!

[By establishing a connection with a "low-grade magic weapon," both sword-wielding cultivation efficiency and body tempering cultivation efficiency are increased by 100%!]

He turned and sat in the cockpit, skillfully initiating the system self-check.

"Assessment team, ready."

"Disruption team, ready."

"The assessment begins!"

With Fang Jian's command, the engines of the five "Peregrine" fighter jets roared simultaneously! Han Feng took the lead, being the first to push the throttle valve and pilot his fighter jet toward the entrance of the distant canyon!

"He's inside! Follow him!" A fierce glint flashed in Wei Dong's eyes. He, Zhou Kai, and Chen Bin's fighter jets formed a triangular formation and followed closely behind, plunging headlong into the "death route"!

Inside the canyon, the air currents were turbulent, and the wind howled. Countless sharp rocks swept past on both sides, and at its narrowest point, it was less than fifty meters wide. A slight misstep could result in the destruction of the aircraft and the loss of life.

"He can't escape! Zhou Kai, you go and block him on the left! Chen Bin, hold the right! I'll hold him off at six o'clock!" Wei Dong's voice rang out on the public channel, full of confidence.

The three fighter jets quickly dispersed, forming an encirclement of Han Feng from three directions.

Wei Dong stared intently at the dot representing Han Feng on the radar screen, keeping the fire control radar firmly fixed on the other side.

[Locked... 35%... 58%... 82%...]

If he could just wait another second, he could use the mental pressure from the radar lock-on to affect Han Feng's actions!

However, just as the progress bar was about to reach 100%, Han Feng's mind stirred slightly.

The fuselage gave a barely perceptible tremor, as if it had been blown by the wind, and shifted to the right by less than three meters.

[Lock lost!]

The jarring notification sound made Wei Dong's expression change.

"Damn it, this is a ghost!"

He cursed, readjusted his posture, and put the radar back on.

[Locked... 41%... 67%... 91%...]

It was so close again!

The moment the radar waves converged on the fuselage, Han Feng once again used his sword control technique, expending a small amount of his vital energy to precisely target the wing control surfaces. The aircraft abruptly shifted several meters to the left once more!

[Lock lost!]

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +8!]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation +1!]

"Damn it!" Wei Dong couldn't help but swear.

Meanwhile, Zhou Kai and Chen Bin, who were responsible for flanking from the left and right, also encountered the same situation.

"Captain! This kid's acting strange! My radar can't lock onto him!"

"Mine too! Every time we're about to succeed, he just teleports away, it's so weird!"

Han Feng didn't even look at the radar; he was just enjoying the thrill of grinding for proficiency.

[Sword Mastery: Beginner's Proficiency +10!]

[Sword Mastery: Beginner's Proficiency +9!]

……

After he deftly dodged the lock once again, the voice in his mind underwent a qualitative change.

[My proficiency in "Swordplay: Beginner" has reached 1000/1000!]

[Skill upgrade in progress...]

[Sword Mastery has been upgraded to: Proficient Level!]

[Trigger "Skill Initiation" and "Skill Body Shaping"!]

boom!

A massive torrent of information flooded into Han Feng's mind.

It's no longer just about simple flying skills, but about how to master the "flying sword" to maneuver and maneuver, how to use the least amount of energy to achieve the strongest maneuverability, and how to make the fighter jet truly become an extension of one's own arms and will!

Countless profound insights instantly elevated his understanding of sword flight to a new level.

At the same time, a warm current flowed through his limbs and bones, causing them to crackle and become more resilient, and more resistant to the pressure generated by high-speed maneuvers.

[Sword Bone Transformation Progress: 7/100!]

All of this happened in the blink of an eye!

When Han Feng opened his eyes again, the whole world was different.

The previously somewhat awkward "human-machine integration" state now became incredibly smooth, as if he could control his own limbs. He could even feel the subtle changes in every wisp of airflow as the wings sliced ​​through the air.

"I refuse to believe this!" Wei Dong was completely enraged. "Everyone, abandon the lock-on, use physical pressure! Squeeze him against the wall!"

The three fighter jets roared to life, accelerated sharply, and pounced fiercely towards Han Feng!

As the three planes were about to form an inescapable ironclad formation, Han Feng's lips curled into a slight smile.

He pulled the lever back sharply, instantly reducing the engine power to its lowest setting!

[Actively use the proficient-level Sword Control Technique to correct flight posture.]

[Qi and Blood -20]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation +3!]

The nose of the plane rose high, and the entire aircraft slowed down drastically in a near-stall state!

He could use this move when he was a beginner, but it was nowhere near as smooth and effortless as it is now, full of effortless mastery.

The three pursuers, Wei Dong and his companions, arrived at high speed from behind, with no time to react. Like three cannonballs, they swept past beneath Han Feng!

"Oh no! We've been tricked!" Wei Dong thought in alarm.

By the time he frantically regained control of the plane and pulled the nose up again, Han Feng's plane had already leisurely flown overhead and easily activated the first virtual beacon.

The first beacon is now activated.

The cold system notification instantly turned Wei Dong and the other two's faces extremely ugly.

Inside the ground monitoring room, all the trainees watching were completely dumbfounded.

They stared wide-eyed at the unbelievable scene on the big screen.

"What kind of maneuver was that? The Cobra maneuver? No, it's even more outrageous than that!"

"How dare he do that in the canyon? What if he loses speed? Especially when he's surrounded by three people!"

"Is this guy... even human?"

Li Wei grinned and muttered to himself.

"I knew it! This kid was definitely going to cause trouble! This is even more outrageous than last time!"

At the control panel, Fang Jian stared intently at the screen, his body leaning forward unconsciously.

A hint of disbelief finally appeared in his usually calm eyes.

What he saw was not the pilot's operation.

It is a monster that ignores aerodynamics and the rules of physics.

In the canyon, the situation reversed instantly.

Wei Dong and his two companions rushed forward in a flurry of activity.

Han Feng, who should have been the one being chased, was now leisurely following behind them, becoming the hunter.