High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"He activated the first beacon!"

In the ground control room, someone let out a gasp.

Wei Dong, Zhou Kai, and Chen Bin's faces instantly turned ashen.

They frantically turned the machine around, trying to reorganize a net and trap that damned C-level technician in the canyon.

But Han Feng didn't give them any chance at all.

After activating the beacon, he simply pulled the nose of the machine.

The Peregrine Falcon fighter jet climbed at an odd angle, its fuselage almost scraping the rock face vertically, and instantly disappeared into an even deeper and narrower rocky fork in the road.

"Split up and chase him! Don't let him get away!"

Wei Dong roared into the channel, his voice distorted with extreme anger.

He was the first to pilot his fighter jet into the air.

Zhou Kai and Chen Bin exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness, and they could only grit their teeth and follow.

However, they soon discovered what true despair was.

In this narrow, deadly crevice, barely wide enough for one aircraft to pass through, Han Feng's "Peregrine" fighter jet was incredibly agile.

It sometimes speeds along at a height of three meters close to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sometimes the aircraft tilts to a 90-degree angle and daringly passes through the gap between two jagged rocks.

He seemed to have become one with the fighter jet, knowing every inch of the rocks and every turbulent current like the back of his hand.

Wei Dong and his group, however, were like three bulls trapped in a porcelain shop.

They were forced to slam on their brakes, their nerves stretched to the limit, fearing that the wing might make any fatal contact with the rock face.

In just thirty seconds.

This cat-and-mouse chase reveals who is superior.

The second beacon is now activated.

The cold system notification sounded again, announcing that Han Feng had left them several kilometers behind.

Zhou Kai and Chen Bin both slowed down.

"I'm not going to pursue it anymore."

Zhou Kai's voice rang out on the public channel, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.

"This is not even in the same league. Continuing to pursue it will only lead to humiliation."

Chen Bin also spoke, his tone filled with bitterness and shock.

"This guy's control over the plane is beyond my comprehension. Weidong, let's give up, we can't interfere with him."

"waste!"

Wei Dong roared in exasperation.

"You two are useless! If you won't chase him, I will! I'm going to eliminate him today!"

Watching the lone, increasingly glaring point of light disappear into the distance on the radar, Zhou Kai silently shook his head and said to Chen Bin.

"Let's go out and disrupt the other one. We can't let this assessment go to waste."

The two Peregrine fighter jets changed direction and chased after another trainee.

Thus, the encirclement and suppression of Han Feng completely failed.

At the end of the canyon, the view suddenly opens up.

A vast city ruin appeared before Han Feng's eyes.

Broken walls and collapsed buildings, crisscrossing streets form an even more complex steel maze.

Han Feng piloted his fighter jet with ease, weaving through the ruins, even having the leisure to glance at his system panel.

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

[Sword Control Technique - Proficiency +5!]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation +8!]

[Qi and Blood -40]

Cool!

Flying a plane in the sky increases your cultivation level incredibly fast; it's practically a mobile experience pack!

Han Feng was in high spirits. He maneuvered his fighter jet in an unbelievable "Z" shape, squeezing through the gap between two leaning, crumbling buildings and precisely activating the third beacon hidden in the core of the ruins.

The third beacon is now activated.

The fourth beacon is now activated.

[The Fifth Beacon...]

Inside the ground monitoring room, everyone had become numb.

They watched as the blue dot representing Han Feng on the big screen raced through the complex "death route" as if it were nothing.

One beacon after another was lit up at an astonishing speed.

The red dot representing Wei Dong, on the other hand, was like a headless fly, desperately chasing after Han Feng, unable to even catch a whiff of his exhaust fumes.

"Time taken... three minutes and fifty seconds! He has already activated five beacons!"

"My god, this speed... it's almost catching up to the president's record, isn't it?"

"The president's record is seven minutes and thirty seconds! He's only used half the time and already completed half the distance. If he can maintain this speed..."

A crazy idea simultaneously surfaced in everyone's minds.

He's about to break the record!

The moment this idea popped into my head, the air in the entire monitoring room became scorching hot.

Everyone's breathing became rapid involuntarily as they stared intently at the huge timer in the center of the screen.

Fang Jian stood motionless in front of the control panel.

His usually calm eyes were now churning with a turbulent undercurrent.

Zhang Hao!

The president of the Sharp Sword Club, and the undisputed number one genius of the Flight Academy!

His record of seven minutes and thirty seconds was like a mountain, hanging on the "death route" for two whole years, and no one could break it!

Today, will this myth be shattered by an unknown C-level technician?

Fang Jian felt his blood boiling uncontrollably.

"The sixth one!"

"The seventh one! He's entered the final thunderstorm zone!"

"His speed hasn't slowed down at all! He's still accelerating!"

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

The final thunderstorm zone is the most dangerous part of the "death route".

Countless violent lightning bolts raged through the dark clouds, forming a deadly electric grid that was not easily penetrated.

Even a simulated electric current, if it strikes an aircraft, can cause its systems to malfunction temporarily, causing it to plunge into an abyss while flying at high speed.

Han Feng piloted his fighter jet and plunged headlong into the dark, heavy clouds.

Countless silver lightning bolts danced wildly around him, trying to tear this tiny intruder to shreds.

He acted as if he hadn't seen it at all.

With the extraordinary perception granted by the "Sword Control Technique," he could always accurately predict the landing point of each lightning bolt and take precautions in advance.

The aircraft tilted to the left, narrowly avoiding an oncoming ball lightning bolt.

The nose of the aircraft suddenly pulled up and passed through the gap between the two intersecting electric grids unscathed.

Every move he made was teetering on the edge, making everyone in the monitoring room break out in a cold sweat.

This is no longer flying a plane.

This is dancing with death!

[Eighth beacon, activated.]

[Ninth Beacon, activated.]

Only one left!

The numbers on the timer were jumping wildly.

【7: 05】

【7: 06】

【7: 07】

Everyone held their breath, and even Fang Jian's fists clenched tightly involuntarily.

Han Feng's fighter jet broke through the cover of the thunderstorm, and the finish line was in sight in the distance.

The last beacon is just 100 meters from the finish line!

He slammed the throttle all the way down, and the engine roared to life!

The fighter jet transformed into a blue streak that tore through the sky, roaring as it hurtled toward the finish line!

The tenth beacon is now activated.

[Assessment complete!]

Swish!

The giant timer suddenly froze at that moment!

The bright red numbers, like a red-hot branding iron, were deeply etched into everyone's pupils.

[7 minutes and 13 seconds!]

The entire monitoring room was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the number, their minds completely blank.

7 minutes and 13 seconds!

He not only broke the record, but also surpassed President Zhang Hao's legendary record by a full seventeen seconds!

What does this mean?

On this track, known as the "graveyard of ace pilots," improving the time by even one second is enough to go down in history.

Seventeen seconds—that's a chasm that no mortal can cross!

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

The sound was particularly jarring in the silent monitoring room, breaking the suffocating atmosphere.

"Am I...am I dreaming?"

"Seven minutes and thirteen seconds... Is that even a human being could achieve?"

"A monster! It's definitely a monster!"

A cacophony of voices erupted, engulfing the entire monitoring room.

All the gazes directed at Han Feng changed completely.