High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

The system's notification sound faded from my consciousness.

Han Feng's gaze fell on the chipped enamel bowl in front of him.

In his perception, this was no longer just an ordinary bowl of meat soup.

Wisps of pale golden energy light were slowly rising from the soup; this was the spiritual essence contained in the flesh and blood of the Ironfeather Bird.

He drank the broth.

Those energy points slid down my throat into my stomach, and a warm sensation exploded within me.

The next moment, he clearly "saw" that the bones in his body were glowing faintly.

A peculiar suction force emanated from deep within the bones.

It's like a greedy vortex, sucking up all those energy points, crushing them, and turning them into the purest blood and qi.

The transformation of "Sword Bone" not only strengthened his physical constitution, but also greatly improved his efficiency in absorbing energy.

It's almost as if they were born with the ability to devour energy in huge gulps.

Han Feng no longer hesitated.

He finished the broth in a few gulps, not even letting go of the last bit of meat scraps stuck to the bottom of the bowl.

Fat Tiger, seeing his ravenous appearance, grinned from ear to ear, even happier than if he had eaten himself.

After drinking the broth, the fatigue in my body was quickly dispelled.

His depleted blood and energy were replenished, and his pale complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

Seeing that Han Feng was alright, the three roommates finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"bite--"

Just then, the terminals on the wrists of the four people in the dormitory emitted a crisp notification sound almost simultaneously.

This sound is exclusive to the internal group chat of the mechanics team.

Xiao Li reacted the fastest, swiping his finger across the screen and scanning it rapidly with his eyes.

The languid look on his face vanished instantly.

He suddenly sprang up from the chair.

"Holy crap!"

"Big job!"

"The real big job is here!"

His shout startled Fatty Tiger, who was about to wash the dishes, so much so that his hand trembled and his precious enamel bowl was almost ruined on the spot.

"What are you yelling about? You scared Tiger to death!"

Fat Tiger patted his chest, muttering in dissatisfaction, and opened his own terminal.

The next second, his even more gruff gasps filled the dormitory.

"hiss--"

"One pound of Tier 1 monster meat?"

"You'll get another 500 contribution points?"

"Has Old Liao gone mad? Is he planning to quit living?"

Zhou Wen, who had been quietly reading, pushed up his glasses.

The gaze behind the glasses is fixed on the screen.

His fingers gripped the terminal so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"It was assigned by Professor Liao Ming himself."

"Tomorrow morning, the aviation division will receive a batch of damaged 'Peregrine' fighter jets for comprehensive maintenance and repair."

"The notice said that the person who performed the best in this mission will be rewarded with 500 contribution points by Director Liao personally, plus a pound of breast meat from a Tier 1 Ironfeather Bird."

Han Feng leaned against the headboard, looking at the information on the screen, a glint of light flashing deep in his eyes.

Five hundred contribution points for one pound of monster meat.

This reward was like a windfall for D-level students struggling at the very bottom.

You should know that after working hard for a month in the machine repair department, enduring all sorts of humiliation, the subsidy they receive is only a thousand points.

This one order is worth half a month's worth of blood and sweat.

Not to mention that pound of monster meat.

In the fortress city of today, this thing is hard currency.

It is the hope for martial artists in the Body Tempering Realm to break through their bottleneck.

Fat Tiger treasured that bowl of minced meat soup like the plague. That pound of real lean meat was enough to make a low-level Body Tempering Realm martial artist's blood and qi increase dramatically.

"Peregrine falcon..."

Han Feng murmured the name.

In the East China Sea Fortress City, the "Peregrine" fighter jet is a legend.

It is robust, durable, and has great modification potential, making it a favorite among countless martial artists and novice pilots.

Mastering the maintenance skills of the "Peregrine Falcon" is like having a golden job.

This is the entrance exam for all C-level technicians, and it's also a huge obstacle standing in the way of these apprentices.

"We must seize this opportunity!"

Xiao Li slammed the terminal on the table with a "bang," his eyes burning with rage.

"Money and meat are minor matters; the key is Lao Liao's attitude!"

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the dormitory.

His voice was low, yet it carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"We're in third grade now, only one year left."

"If you can't be promoted to C-level technician, you'll be packed up and thrown into the frontier as cannon fodder after graduation."

"To participate in the C-level assessment, you must have a letter of recommendation from your mentor."

"Our group doesn't have a single spot left!"

The word "cannon fodder" struck everyone's hearts heavily.

The goofy look on Fat Tiger's face completely disappeared, replaced by anxiety and fear about the future.

A pioneering site?

That's not a place for humans; it's a resource grinder filled with human lives!

Zhou Wen adjusted his glasses, looked at Han Feng, and calmly analyzed, "Of the four of us, the madman has the best chance."

"Although Lao Liao is rigid, he has the highest regard for the madman's skills."

"It's very likely that Lao Liao is paving the way for him in this mission."

Han Feng shook his head and sat up straight on the bed.

"Old Liao only recognizes skills, not people."

"If I mess up tomorrow, he'll yell at me like crazy on the spot, and I can forget about any rewards or recommendation letters."

Despite this, Han Feng knew better than anyone else what was going on.

This is his chance.

For contribution points, for monster meat, and even more so for that letter of recommendation that could determine one's fate!

"Stop talking nonsense, review!"

With a low growl, Xiao Li dragged a metal box out from under the bed.

I pulled out that thick, heavy "Peregrine Falcon Generation 1 Fighter Jet Maintenance Manual".

"Nobody's sleeping tonight!"

"Let's crush those bastards next door!"

Gian got excited too, grabbed a book, and looked solemn.

In the cramped dormitory, only the rustling sound of pages turning could be heard.

Han Feng also turned on the table lamp.

In the dim light, he didn't look at the repair manual that he had already memorized by heart.

He opened a more complex book, "The Fundamentals of the Psionic Engine".

He wanted more than just to complete the task.

What he wants is a crushing performance!

He wanted Liao Ming to willingly hand him the letter of recommendation himself!

His attention was completely absorbed in those complex psionic circuits and energy cycle models.

As he looked at it, a strange association suddenly occurred to him.

This psionic engine's booster circuit compresses, guides, and then unleashes psionic energy.

Its core principle is somewhat similar to the method of mobilizing qi and blood and infusing it into the "flying sword" in the "Sword Control Technique"!

A bold idea exploded in his mind.

in case……

If we consider a fighter jet as a complex "flying sword" magnified countless times.

So-called mechanical repair is just about sorting out the meridians of the "flying sword" and harmonizing its "qi and blood".

At that moment, the cold drawings and data on the pages of the book seemed to come alive!

They are no longer inanimate mechanical structures.

It is something that can be understood and resonated with!

Just as he was immersed in this profound enlightenment, the cold, mechanical voice rang out in his mind once again.

【Ding! 】

[The system has detected that the host is learning professional skills and has touched upon fundamental principles...]

[Triggering the Class Skill - "Mechanical Theory"]

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