High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

A dozen minutes later, the assessment team's planes returned and landed one after another.

Han Feng was the first to jump out of the cockpit, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

After this flight, my cultivation level has increased significantly, I'm absolutely thrilled.

After him, Su Yue also came down.

She calmly pushed up her glasses, but her gaze toward Han Feng was no longer calm.

Behind those glasses, his eyes gleamed with intense curiosity and bewilderment.

Finally, Wei Dong climbed out of the cockpit, utterly dejected.

The last trace of color drained from his face, as if all his energy had been drained away.

He chased after him the whole time, but couldn't even catch a glimpse of Han Feng.

The final result was a shameful eleven minutes and twenty seconds.

They didn't even complete the interference mission.

He lost, he lost miserably, he was utterly humiliated.

Fang Jian walked up to the crowd, his expression returning to its usual coldness.

He opened his personal terminal and displayed the results on the screen.

[First Batch of Assessment Results:]

[First place: Han Feng, time 7 minutes and 13 seconds.]

[Second place: Su Yue, time 9 minutes and 10 seconds.]

Third place: ...

Han Feng's glaring "7 minutes and 13 seconds" hangs high at the top of the list.

Looking down at the long list of scores in the "nine minutes" and "ten minutes" categories.

It's like a dragon standing among chickens!

"The first round of assessments has concluded."

Fang Jian's voice was devoid of any emotion.

But those who know him can see the turmoil in his heart from his slightly trembling fingertips.

He didn't announce the second batch of assessments; instead, his cold eyes were fixed on Han Feng.

"7 minute and 13 second".

He pronounced the number slowly and deliberately.

"Zhang Hao's record is 7 minutes and 30 seconds."

"You were 17 seconds faster than him."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

If the previous numbers were just a concept, then now, Fang Jian's words are like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into everyone's heart!

Zhang Hao!

The president of the Sharp Sword Society!

The undisputed number one genius of the flight academy!

A myth that has remained unshaken for two years!

Today, I was completely crushed underfoot by a C-level technician!

"Senior Brother Fang!"

Wei Dong suddenly looked up, unable to accept this fact, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"That's impossible! He's just a mechanic! He must have taken a shortcut in the canyon that we don't know about. This isn't fair!"

"shortcut?"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Fang Jian's mouth.

He pulled up a flight trajectory map and projected it directly into the air.

That was Han Feng's flight path, a perfect line that took one's breath away.

Every turning point, every climb, was as precise as a textbook, even surpassing the textbook!

"On this route, he flew 300 meters more than you and performed 12 more extreme maneuvers."

Fang Jian's voice was soft, but it was like twelve slaps to Wei Dong's face.

"Shut up, you piece of trash."

Wei Dong's body trembled violently, and the immense humiliation made his vision blur and he almost fainted.

Fang Jian ignored him and turned his gaze back to Han Feng.

The scrutiny in his eyes was gone; in its place was a near-mad, burning intensity.

"Speed, skill, and courage are all top-notch."

"but……"

Fang Jian changed the subject.

"I'm curious, as a hunter, what level are you capable of?"

Instead of following the procedure, he issued new instructions directly.

"The second round of assessment shall now begin!"

"Assessment Team: Wei Dong, Liu Cheng, Wang Kun!"

"Interference Team: Han Feng!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

One against three!

And they're making the monster that just created the myth a hunter!

"Senior Brother Fang! I..."

Wei Dong instinctively wanted to refuse.

He was afraid.

The thought of that unpredictable and completely illogical way of flying sent chills down his spine.

If you were one of the examiners, and that monster were targeting you...

He simply couldn't bear to think about it!

"What? You want to admit in front of everyone that you're afraid of a C-level student?"

Fang Jian gave him a cold look.

That cold look made Wei Dong swallow all his words.

He knew that if he refused now, he would not only lose the opportunity to join the Sharp Sword Society, but would also become a laughing stock of the entire flight academy forever.

Wei Dong, a Gold Three-Star Ace and a genius from the Flight Academy, was actually afraid of interference from a C-Level student?

"……I don't!"

Wei Dong squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.

He forcibly suppressed the fear and humiliation in his heart, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

There's no escaping it.

Since we can't avoid it, let's fight it out!

He refused to believe that he, a gold-level ace, could be outmaneuvered and killed in the air by a newbie who had just emerged!

Moments later, the four Peregrine fighter jets roared to life again.

Wei Dong piloted his fighter jet and was the first to rush out.

He wanted to seize the initiative and widen the gap as much as possible.

Liu Cheng and Wang Kun followed closely behind.

Han Feng, on the other hand, followed at the very back at a leisurely pace.

He didn't even rush to chase after them; he simply pushed the throttle valve aside casually.

The fighter jet flew vertically upwards like a ghost, disappearing from everyone's radar screens in an instant!

Inside the canyon, Wei Dong's nerves were stretched to the limit.

There was no one behind him.

But the chill of being targeted by a top predator ran up the spine and up to the top of the head.

Where is he?

Wei Dong's heart pounded wildly, and he could only stare intently at the flight path ahead, pushing the throttle valve to its limit.

"Trying to run away?"

A voice with a mocking laugh rang out on the public channel.

The next second, the light outside Wei Dong's cockpit suddenly went dark!

He looked up abruptly, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints!

A Peregrine fighter jet, flying upside down with its fuselage facing upwards, hovered like a ghost directly above his cockpit.

The distance was so close that he could even see the pattern of every single rivet on the other aircraft's belly!

The canopies of the two fighter jets were less than ten meters apart!

This is the ultimate humiliation!

It's also the ultimate form of oppression!

Wei Dong felt his breath catch in his throat.

He could almost see Han Feng's mocking eyes in the cockpit opposite him.

At such a high speed of flight, at such a close distance.

If the other aircraft shakes even slightly, or if one makes a slight mistake in operation, the two aircraft will collide and explode on the spot!

Cold sweat instantly soaked through Wei Dong's back.

"Get out of here!"

He roared and slammed the control stick to the left, trying to escape the shadow of death.

However, the peregrine falcon overhead was always by his side.

It also shifted to the left, maintaining its suffocating inverted flight posture, firmly suppressing him.

"Don't move."

Han Feng's voice rang out again, as if stating a fact.

"If you move around, you'll die."

Wei Dong's eyes reddened; the immense humiliation and fear caused him to completely lose his mind.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

He jerked the control lever, attempting a violent roll to shake off the fly above his head.

"idiot."

Han Feng uttered two words softly.

Just as Wei Dong's fighter jet began to roll, the "Peregrine Falcon" above his head anticipated this and tilted its head slightly upwards.

Wei Dong's fighter jet instantly lost its balance due to this untimely and violent maneuver.

Although he barely avoided a crash, his fighter jet had completely veered off course and missed the first virtual beacon.

[WARNING! Missed Beacon 1 activation point!]

The cold, impersonal notification tone completely shattered Wei Dong's confidence.

"The game has only just begun."

Han Feng's voice rang in his ears.

Then, the "peregrine falcon" hovering above his head suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the fork in the road ahead.

Wei Dong was stunned for half a second, and then a nameless anger surged into his heart.

Ran?

Are you just going to let it go like this?

He roared and chased after him, but there was nothing ahead; there was no sign of Han Feng.

Just as he was focused on finding his target, a piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the cockpit!

[WARNING! You have been locked onto by fire control radar!]