High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Su Yue also turned her head to the side.

His eyes, behind the glasses, were filled with surprise.

In her opinion and in the eyes of everyone present.

People who can perform those mythical maneuvers.

How could we not even have our own plane?

This feels so out of place.

"So what did you use for practice before?"

Fang Jian's curiosity was completely piqued.

"Rented."

Han Feng answered frankly and openly.

"I previously rented a CJ-3 trainer from the aircraft graveyard in the outer city."

"1,500 contribution points per hour."

"That plane... is quite sturdy."

"puff……"

Wang Qi, who was in the team, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Under Fang Jian's icy gaze, he tightly covered his mouth again.

The entire room fell silent.

He was flying an antique training aircraft that even museums would reject.

It's still rented by the hour.

He actually mastered flying skills that were enough to crush even the academy's gold-level ace.

If this gets out, it will definitely be a joke.

Fang Jian looked at Han Feng and felt a headache for the first time.

Although the Sharp Sword Society has abundant resources, its members have always brought their own expensive strategic materials such as fighter jets.

The organization has very few shared fighter jets, and they are all reserved for emergency missions.

"Without aircraft, you can't join the combat formation."

Fang Jian spoke frankly, his voice cold and hard.

"The organization can't possibly allocate a main combat aircraft just for a newcomer."

"Unless you can accumulate enough contribution points to buy it yourself in the short term."

"The cheapest used 'Feiyan-7' still costs 350,000 NTD on the market."

Han Feng silently calculated the little over ten thousand contribution points in his card.

He shook his head honestly.

"I can't afford it in the short term."

The scene was very embarrassing.

A promising ace pilot, worthy of being recorded in the academy's history.

As a result, they were stuck at the threshold because of the word "poor".

"but……"

Fang Jian changed the subject, his sharp eyes scanning Han Feng up and down again.

"Your file states that you were a mechanic by training?"

"Are you a core member of Zhao Yu's 'Peregrine Falcon 3rd Generation' engine project?"

"Yes, C-level technician."

Han Feng nodded, neither humble nor arrogant.

"That makes things easier."

Fang Jian quickly swiped a few times on the tactical tablet.

"When the club's teams are on long-term overseas assignments, they often encounter unexpected mechanical failures."

"Especially after going deeper into the fog."

"Since you don't have a plane, we'll give you a temporary role—aircraft maintenance and backup pilot."

Upon hearing this, everyone around was stunned.

Machine repair support?

Isn't that just a "nanny" who follows the combat team around, specifically responsible for repairing the aircraft?

These dirty and tiring jobs are usually assigned to ordinary staff in the logistics department.

Why would you send a monster who just broke the mythical record of 7 minutes and 13 seconds to do logistics?

Liu Cheng was the first to be unable to hold back. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

"Vice President Fang, isn't this a bit too much...?"

"Too much?"

Fang Jian gave him a cold glance.

"Without an airplane, are we supposed to make him crash into the monsters with his own body?"

"Or are you willing to lend him your 'Storm-2'?"

Liu Cheng immediately shut his mouth.

Just kidding, that "Storm-2" is his precious treasure.

It was his second life when he traveled through the wilderness, and he would never lend it out.

Seeing that no one had any further objections, Fang Jian looked at everyone again and announced.

The club is divided into four teams.

"Today is the day that will decide your final fate."

"Next, we will conduct a comprehensive competency assessment of you."

"Then each squad leader personally selects the team members."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards a separate testing area deep inside the hangar.

"The first item is the basic physical fitness test."

The testing area is equipped with a full set of equipment, similar in function to the college's public training hall.

However, in terms of both precision and ultimate load-bearing capacity, it is significantly superior by more than one level.

"I'll go first."

Liu Cheng, without hesitation, was the first to step forward.

He strode over to the punching power testing machine and stretched his muscles a little.

A series of cracking sounds came from all the joints of his body.

"drink!"

Liu Cheng let out a low shout, and his internal energy, at the first level of the Meridian Opening Realm, surged forth from his body.

His muscles were bulging all over his body, and he threw a punch with all his might!

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang echoed through the hangar.

The numbers on the test machine screen jumped wildly before finally settling.

2250 kg

"The power of a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm is not bad."

Fang Jian commented expressionlessly.

The following tests included reaction speed and neural connectivity synchronization rate.

Liu Cheng also demonstrated strength far exceeding that of ordinary B-level trainees.

He truly deserves his reputation as an elite member of the martial arts academy.

Su Yue and the other two also completed the test one after another.

Their grades were average, befitting their status as B-level elite students.

"Han Feng".

Fang Jian shouted.

Han Feng stepped forward and calmly stood in front of the punching power testing machine.

He didn't conserve his strength like Liu Cheng did.

He simply circulated the Qi and blood within his body quietly according to the mental techniques of the "Sword Control Technique".

With the cultivation level of the seventh level of Body Tempering, plus the initial optimization of the physical body by "Sword Bone".

He also wanted to know exactly where his current limits were.

He didn't shout anything, he just calmly swung his right fist.

"Thump!"

A thud, even heavier and more solid than Liu Cheng's earlier, exploded in everyone's ears!

All eyes instantly turned to the huge display screen.

1880 kg

A collective gasp filled the hangar.

"One thousand eight hundred and eighty kilograms! Did I read that right?!"

Wang Qi almost screamed.

"This power is almost on par with the senior brothers who have reached the tenth level of Body Tempering Perfection!"

Liu Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He himself was at the first level of the Meridian Opening Realm, having opened his meridians, and his strength was only a little over 2,200 kilograms.

This Han Feng, his file clearly states that he is only at the seventh level of Body Tempering.

How could such terrifying power be unleashed?

Han Feng himself was somewhat surprised.

He felt that he had only used about 80% of his strength.

The enhancement of the physical body by the "Imperial Sword Technique" was far more outrageous than he had imagined.

"Next item."

Fang Jian's voice was devoid of emotion; he was simply urging the process on.

In the next test, Han Feng's results also astonished everyone.

Response speed, dynamic vision, and overload tolerance simulation.

In every single statistic, he consistently outperformed Su Yue, Wang Qi, and Zhou Yun.

In several projects, he even came close to Liu Cheng, who had reached the Tongmai Realm.

A pilot at the seventh level of Body Tempering has physical abilities comparable to a professional martial artist at the tenth level of Body Tempering.

This is completely contrary to the common sense of martial arts.

Su Yue habitually pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She spoke to herself in a low voice, so soft that only she could hear it.

"Is it exceptional genetic optimization? Or some kind of undocumented, naturally occurring abnormal bone structure?"

After testing their basic skills, Fang Jian led everyone to the indoor shooting range next door.

"Secondly, firearms application."

On the firing range, several of the academy's latest standard psionic pistols and rifles were neatly arranged.

"The rules are simple: a 100-meter stationary target, a 150-meter moving target, and finally, a simulated urban warfare scenario."

"In free-fire mode, the system will automatically calculate your hit rate and critical hit rate."

Liu Cheng and the others picked up their guns and began firing.

As B-level elite cadets, they have all received systematic military training and have excellent marksmanship.

The results were outstanding.

When it was Han Feng's turn, he picked up a psionic pistol and weighed it in his hand.

A thought flashed through his mind.

I wonder if the "sword aura attachment" technique I learned in the training room can be used on bullets?

He raised his gun and aimed at the target a hundred meters away.

At the very moment the trigger was pulled.

A faint trace of vital energy silently adhered to the psionic bullet that was about to be fired, flowing down his arm.

"Bang!"

Bullets whistled out.

A hundred meters away, the electronic bullseye in the very center of the target suddenly burst into a burst of light.

[Hit the core, 10 rings.]

Han Feng did not pause; his arm remained as steady as a rock as he continuously pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire erupted in unison.

On the target not far away, the bullseye kept exploding, all ten rings.

The precision was so perfect, it was like a pre-programmed sequence, leaving everyone dizzy.

Next up is the moving target.

Han Feng switched to a psionic rifle.

Those targets that move at high speeds on the track with completely irregular trajectories.

In his extraordinary perception, everything seemed to move in slow motion.

He doesn't even need to perform strict three-point alignment aiming.

He fired entirely based on a mysterious intuition.

"Bang!"

The bullet, imbued with the power of blood and qi, after being fired from the muzzle...

It drew a tiny arc in the air that was barely visible to the naked eye.

It seemed to possess its own will, bypassing all virtual obstacles.

It pierced the center of the first moving target's forehead with unparalleled precision!

"This guy..."

Liu Cheng's eyelids twitched violently as he read this.

His marksmanship is already considered top-notch at the martial arts academy.

But compared to the marksmanship Han Feng was displaying at that moment, it was worlds apart.

They're not even in the same dimension!

"Gun-fu?"

For the first time, Su Yue's eyes, behind her glasses, revealed an intense and profound interest.

"No, there are no energy fluctuations from internal energy being emitted."

"The bullet's velocity and spin after leaving the barrel remained unchanged..."

"How did he do that? Corrected the trajectory? That's not scientifically possible!"