High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Wei Dong felt like every day was an eternity, every second was torture.

That damned radar lock-on alarm, like a death knell, choked him, suffocating him.

The alarm always went off when he was most tense and trying to concentrate on navigating the complex terrain.

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

Three seconds, no more, no less.

The moment the locking sound disappeared, another cold electronic voice followed.

Penalty time: 5 seconds.

"asshole!"

Wei Dong slammed his fist hard onto the dial, causing the screen to flicker.

Before he could even catch his breath, the deadly alarm shattered the silence of the cockpit once again!

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

Three seconds later, the lock disappeared again.

Penalty time: 10 seconds.

At this moment, Wei Dong truly understood what despair meant.

Han Feng's fighter jet is like a ghost wandering in the canyon; you never know which rock's shadow he will emerge from next.

He never confronts you directly, and he never appears in your sight.

It only strikes you precisely at the moment when you are most tense, from an angle you could never have predicted, like a radar darting out.

left.

right.

Even below you!

The beeping locking sound had become an inescapable, haunting noise in Wei Dong's mind.

He felt completely outmaneuvered, running around the maze in vain, unable to even catch a glimpse of his opponent.

His spirit was crushed inch by inch in these precise and cruel tortures.

Inside the ground monitoring room, all the trainees watching felt a chill run down their spines.

"That's so dirty... This playing style is simply inhuman!"

"This isn't flying a fighter jet, this is clearly trying to kill him psychologically! Senior Brother Wei Dong has been completely ruined!"

"Look at the penalty time, it's already accumulated to five minutes... and it's still increasing!"

Even the usually composed Liu Cheng and Wang Kun couldn't stop their lips from twitching.

They were incredibly grateful that they had retreated early; otherwise, they would be the three of them being made a fool of in the sky right now.

At the control panel, Fang Jian's eyes flickered, and deep in his pupils was an overwhelming sense of shock.

Watching Han Feng's elusive and playful hunting artistry on the screen, he gained a completely new definition of the word "genius" for the first time.

This is no longer a matter of skill.

This is an absolute dominance over the battlefield!

The assessment is over.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie as the four Peregrine fighter jets landed in the hangar one after another.

Han Feng jumped off the plane feeling refreshed, even stretching and cracking his joints.

This trip has significantly improved my cultivation level; it's much more efficient than staying cooped up in my dorm to cultivate.

Wei Dong was half-dragged and half-helped out of the cockpit.

His eyes were unfocused, his face was ashen, and he kept muttering something to himself, but no one could understand him.

It was as if his soul had been ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

All the trainees who passed the first round lined up in the hangar, where you could hear a pin drop.

Fang Jian walked in front of everyone, opened his personal terminal, and projected the final results onto the huge light screen.

[Final Results of the Sword Club's Enrollment Examination]

[First Place: Han Feng.]

[Assessment time: 7 minutes and 13 seconds.]

Penalty time: 0 seconds.

[Interference group's time reduced: 8 minutes and 45 seconds.]

Overall rating: Perfect.

Second place: Liu Cheng.

[Assessment time: 9 minutes and 02 seconds.]

Penalty time: 20 seconds.

Overall rating: Excellent.

Third place: Su Yue.

[Assessment time: 9 minutes and 10 seconds.]

Penalty time: 0 seconds.

[Interference group time reduced: 5 seconds.]

Overall rating: Excellent.

……

[12th Place: Wei Dong.]

[Assessment time: 15 minutes and 24 seconds.]

[Penalty time: 8 minutes and 45 seconds.]

Overall rating: Unsatisfactory.

The three bright red characters "Unqualified" were like three bloody whip marks, striking Wei Dong's already crumbling dignity.

Han Feng's data, which could be described as miraculous, and the final golden "perfect" rating, were so dazzling that people dared not look directly at them.

The entire venue was completely silent.

Everyone was completely stunned by this outrageous report card.

It broke the college's two-year record in time.

As a disruptive team, they managed to get a Gold 3-star ace pilot penalized more than eight minutes.

And in the end, it even received an unprecedented "perfect" rating?

Is this something carbon-based biological energy could do?

"Based on the assessment results, a total of five people passed this time."

Fang Jian's voice broke the deathly silence.

"Han Feng, Liu Cheng, Su Yue, Wang Qi, Zhou Yun."

"Congratulations! From today onwards, you are new members of the Sharp Sword Society."

The people whose names were called all showed barely suppressed excitement and joy on their faces.

The eliminated trainees looked frustrated and resentful.

Wei Dong stared blankly at the results on the screen, as if his soul had been completely ripped out.

He lost.

They lost completely and without any dignity.

Everything he was so proud of was crushed to dust in the face of Han Feng's unreasonable talent.

The people around him looked at him with a mixture of pity and fear.

This guy's Dao heart has probably been shattered by the blow.

"Has Senior Brother Wei Dong gone mad?"

"Did the shock get so intense that it drove him crazy?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and finally, they all looked at Han Feng with the same expression of disbelief, as if he were a monster.

Han Feng shrugged innocently and spread his hands.

It's not my fault; I was just doing to him exactly what he wanted to do to me.

You started it, so who can you blame?

Fang Jian didn't give everyone much time to discuss or express their feelings.

He ignored the eliminated trainees and his sharp gaze swept over the five new members.

"You five, come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards a metal passageway deep inside the hangar.

"Huh? Leaving now?"

"Didn't you say you'd report for duty the day after tomorrow?"

Wang Qi and Zhou Yun were stunned for a moment, but seeing Fang Jian's undeniable back view, they immediately followed.

Liu Cheng and Su Yue exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

Han Feng walked at the back, feeling the complex gazes of dozens of people behind him—envy, jealousy, awe, confusion…

He doesn't care.

After passing through a long metal passage, a much larger and more advanced underground hangar appeared before the five people.

Hangar No. 7.

The air here is completely different from the murky smell of rust, engine oil, and acid rain that permeates the outer city.

Under the enormous dome, a temperature control system maintains the room temperature at a comfortable 22 degrees Celsius.

The ground is paved with high-strength energy-absorbing material, so clean that you can see your reflection in it.

The air was filled with the distinctive fragrance of high-grade maintenance fluid.

That's the smell of money.

The five new recruits who passed the assessment lined up.

Fang Jian, dressed in a sharp black flight suit, held a tactical tablet in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the five people like an infrared scanner.

First of all, congratulations!

Fang Jian's voice remained cold and hard, "The fact that you can stand here means you're at least not useless."

No one spoke in the group; the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

"The Sharp Sword Society doesn't tolerate idlers. Entering is just the beginning."

Fang Jian tapped a few times on the tablet. "Next is the team entry and ranking test. After that, you will be assigned to different teams based on your strengths."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Liu Cheng, who was at the front of the line.

"Liu Cheng, first level of the Meridian Opening Realm, Martial Arts Academy. What model of aircraft did you bring?"

Liu Cheng straightened his back and said in a loud voice, "Report! My family has sponsored a 'Storm-2' heavy interceptor. Its psionic armor has been thickened, and it's parked at position 12 in Sector B!"

Fang Jian nodded slightly: "'Storm-2' sacrifices mobility for ultimate defense and firepower. Although it's cumbersome, it's a good source of firepower when fighting against tough ground monsters like the 'Ironclad Rhinoceros'."

Next up is Su Yue.

"Psionic Technology Academy, Su Yue."

Su Yue adjusted her glasses, her tone calm.

"I brought a modified 'Ghost' reconnaissance aircraft. Considering the severe interference of the fog on electronic signals, I replaced it with a 'Psionic Resonance Imager' and a 'Biothermal Tracker'."

A hint of approval flashed in Fang Jian's eyes: "Very clever. In the fog, traditional electronic warfare is blind; only psionic waves are eyes. The gang desperately needs these kinds of 'eyes' that can find monsters in the fog."

Wang Qi and Zhou Yun also reported their vehicles.

Although not as eye-catching as the previous two, they are all genuine entry-level fighter jets, and have been modified to target the weaknesses of monsters.

This is the foundation of the inner city students: they bring their own dry rations, and they have to be high-quality rations.

Finally, Fang Jian's gaze fell on Han Feng.

"Han Feng".

Fang Jian looked at this freak who had broken the club record yesterday.

Where is your plane?

All eyes instantly focused on Han Feng, shining like spotlights on his face.

Han Feng stood at the end of the line, awkwardly touching his nose.

"that……"

"I don't have a plane."

The scene fell silent for a few seconds.

Liu Cheng's eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable.