High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"Go and get familiar with your 'gray donkey'."

"Team One has a mission tomorrow morning, and you'll be joining them."

After saying that, Zhang Hao seemed to remember something and added another sentence.

"Oh, right."

"Since this is your first time going on a mission with the team, there's a rule I need to tell you."

"When our club takes on a mission, 30% of the basic reward is handed over to the club as the daily maintenance and depreciation costs of the combat aircraft."

"The remaining 70% will be distributed according to combat contributions."

"You don't have any objections, do you?"

Han Feng shook his head.

That's fair.

After all, he even got his planes for free from the gang.

Being able to get 70% is already beyond expectations.

"That's good. Go and familiarize yourself with your plane."

After the tasks were assigned, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Han Feng stayed behind alone.

He walked toward the "buddy" that would accompany him through life and death.

He opened the canopy and jumped in with practiced ease.

The seats are indeed a bit hard to accommodate the structure.

The cabin space is extremely cramped in order to accommodate additional monitoring and maintenance equipment.

The instrument panel is covered with modified monitoring screens.

In addition to standard flight parameters, it can also monitor the damage and psionic status of each aircraft in the formation in real time.

Han Feng gripped the joystick and entered his identification code.

With a low hum, the system started up.

【Flying Sword: Peregrine Falcon - Heavy Support Type (Grey Donkey)】

[Rank: Low-grade magic weapon (modified)]

【Features: Robust, Heavy-Duty, Redundant Psionic Circuits】

[Status: Mental connection being established...]

A sense of familiarity, a feeling of blood connection, surged into his body through the joystick.

Although the fighter jet was bulky, its powerful and weighty presence was transmitted realistically into his arm.

"A gray donkey?"

Han Feng's lips curled into a smile.

He reached out and adjusted the angle of the seat to make himself more comfortable.

"From now on, we're buddies."

……

The next morning, at 6:30.

Donghai Fortress City, Military Runway No. 7.

The sky was a murky, leaden gray, pressing heavily over the city.

The air was still filled with the lingering stench of acid rain.

It also has the distinctive pungent aroma of aviation psionic fuel.

It has a slightly burning sensation when inhaled into the lungs.

The roar of engines warming up could be heard incessantly.

The scorching airflow distorted the view at the end of the runway.

Han Feng stood beside the massive landing gear of the "Grey Donkey".

He was holding a psionic torque wrench that was about half his height.

They are currently doing the final reinforcement work on the huge maintenance pod under the fuselage.

This clumsy behemoth looked out of place parked among a row of sharp, streamlined fighter jets.

Just then, a disdainful voice rang out behind him.

"Hey! Get away! Get away!"

"Don't let your engine oil smell get on my 'Alice'!"

Han Feng turned around.

The speaker was a young man.

He was wearing a spotless, custom-made pure white flight suit.

Instead of a name tag, his chest was printed with a huge anime girl's head.

The art style is extremely exquisite.

He was wearing a pair of tactical sunglasses.

He was holding a piece of microfiber cloth in his hand, carefully wiping a fighter jet next to him.

That fighter jet... was extremely stylish.

The fuselage is not a typical low-visibility camouflage.

Instead, it features a dazzling "itasha" (anime/manga-themed) paint scheme.

The entire wing was painted with a white-haired witch holding a gorgeous staff.

Its vibrant colors made it look particularly flamboyant in the dim morning light.

This is Gu Yun.

The brilliant pilot of the Sharp Sword Team.

He is also the young master of a prominent family in the inner city.

At that moment, he was looking at a speck of dust on the wing with a pained expression.

It seemed not to be dust, but some kind of deadly virus.

"What are you looking at?"

Gu Yun noticed Han Feng's gaze.

Almost instinctively, he turned to the side, blocking the image of the white-haired witch.

He looked very wary.

"Even though you're a new teammate, I'm warning you."

"This is my newly acquired limited edition 'White-Haired Witch Alice' paint job!"

"If your beat-up 'gray donkey' gets even a scratch on its paint, I'll shove you up its air intake and grind you into mincemeat!"

Han Feng looked down at his blue work clothes stained with oil.

He glanced up again at the flashy fighter jet.

His lips twitched involuntarily.

"Your plane... is quite unique."

"Of course!"

Gu Yun's expression changed instantly.

He wore a proud expression that said, "You have great taste, kid."

He even turned to the side to fully show the pattern to Han Feng.

"Alice-chan is the strongest T0-level mage this season."

"With her magical blessing, today's mission is absolutely guaranteed to succeed!"

After saying that, he glanced at the "gray donkey" behind Han Feng.

His brows furrowed instantly into a deep frown.

"Tsk, so ugly."

"This thing flying in the same formation as my Alice is just visual pollution."

"Hey Han Feng, could you drive a little further away?"

"Don't let your 'gray donkey' appear in the center of my radar screen, I'm afraid Alice will get a sty if she sees it."

Han Feng ignored his madness.

He tightened a screw on the landing gear with a wrench.

It made a crisp "click" sound.

"You'd better pray that your 'Alice' doesn't get scratched up by some monster."

Han Feng patted the thick composite armor plate of the "Grey Donkey," which produced a dull metallic echo.

"My 'gray donkey' has a full set of spare leather and touch-up paint inside."

"If your 'wife' gets disfigured, remember to be nice to me when you ask me to fix it."

Gu Yun's face froze instantly.

"Shut up! My Alice is perfect! She will never get hurt!"

He pulled a gleaming gold coin from his pocket, somewhat exasperated.

That was his lucky charm.

The gold coins flew rapidly between her fingers, making a crisp sound.

"If Alice doesn't perform well today, hmph, I'll get rid of her when we get back and replace her with 'Berserker Rin' from the other set!"

This kid has a pretty serious case of obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

If someone doesn't perform well, they immediately change their "wife"?

Han Feng shook his head, too lazy to argue with this anime fanatic.

Just then, the ground began to tremble slightly.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps approached from afar.

A tall figure blocked out the morning light.

The person who came was at least two meters tall.

Wearing a specially made, plus-size flight suit.

Her exposed arms were thicker than Han Feng's thighs.

He had a fleshy face and a buzz cut, making him look intimidating.

Wang Meng.

The firepower specialist of the Sharp Sword Team, nicknamed "Brother Meng".

He strode up to Han Feng.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

The smile looked a little creepy, but the tone was unusually hearty.

"Haha! You must be the new guy, Brother Han?"

Wang Meng stretched out a large hand and patted Han Feng heavily on the shoulder.

Han Feng felt a numbness in his shoulder blade, and almost lost sensation in half of his body.

"I'm Wang Meng, just call me Brother Meng!"

Wang Meng's loud voice made people's eardrums buzz.

He glanced at Gu Yun beside him, his face showing undisguised disdain.

"Ignore that lunatic, he's always calling a bunch of lumps of metal 'wife'."

"Last time, I almost missed the emergency assembly because I was trying to do some stupid 'manicure' on the plane."

Gu Yun was hit where it hurt in front of everyone and immediately lost her temper.

"That's an aerodynamic aerodynamic vane! Not a nail polish!"

"What do you know, you barbarian who only knows how to chop people with an axe!"

"What kind of bullshit rectifier chip is this? I think it's just a waste of money."

Wang Meng scoffed at it.

He turned to look at Han Feng and pointed to his heavy fighter jet, whose nose was painted with a blood-red shark mouth.

"Brother, we're honest people."

"If this kid keeps whining and disobeying in the sky, just take off his spare parts and see how he dares to act so arrogantly then."