High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Han Feng rubbed his numb shoulders and smiled at the towering figure behind him.

"Don't worry, Meng-ge, I know what I'm doing."

Wang Meng laughed heartily and turned to walk towards his fighter jet.

It looked like he was struggling to squeeze his massive body into the cramped cockpit.

Han Feng watched as he forced himself inside, causing the fighter jet's suspension to drop a bit.

"This plane has a really good payload design."

Han Feng sighed softly.

"Alright, stop joking around."

The voice of team leader Zhang Hao came through the public channel, accompanied by a static-like crackling sound.

"Attention everyone, this mission is codenamed 'Silent Harvest.' All personnel are deployed, totaling eleven fighter jets."

"Take off in the planned tactical formation."

"First squad, Vice Squad Leader Lin Qing and I will lead the way."

"Second squad, Wang Meng, Gu Yun, and Lao Liu, are responsible for the left flank firepower."

"Third squad, responsible for right flank security."

"Han Feng, you will drive the 'Grey Donkey' to the rear, stay within radar visibility, and be ready to provide support at any time."

"receive!"

A chorus of responses rang out in the channel.

Zhang Hao's aircraft was a black command-type "Peregrine Falcon," which was the first to taxi out of its parking position.

It silently cuts through the air and slips into the shadows.

Next up was Lin Qing's reconnaissance aircraft, with a huge electronic warfare pod hanging under its belly.

Then, Wang Meng's fighter jet, painted with a blood-red shark mouth, roared like a wild beast and followed.

"Gu Yun, you better stick close to me!"

Wang Meng roared into the channel.

"If you dare fall behind, I'll go back and paint your fancy plane pink! And I'll draw two big bows on it!"

"Okay, Meng-ge... please don't mention pink, that's blasphemy against art!"

Gu Yun complained as he deftly maneuvered his "anime machine" onto the runway.

This kid's skills are truly top-notch.

The takeoff was incredibly smooth, with the fuselage pulling up a beautiful angle of attack the instant it left the ground.

The white-haired witch pattern on the wing shimmered in the morning light.

"Alice, take off!"

Gu Yunzhong's arrogant shouts came through the channel.

The runway indicator lights turned green in sequence, signaling the passage of the steel torrent.

One fighter jet after another accelerated.

The tail nozzle spewed out eerie blue psionic flames.

They glide for hundreds of meters before soaring proudly into the sky.

It was finally Han Feng's turn.

He took a breath and pushed the throttle valve all the way down.

The two specially modified high-powered turbofan engines of the "Grey Donkey" did not emit the high-pitched roar that a fighter jet should have.

Instead, it emitted a deep roar similar to that of an ancient behemoth awakening.

"boom--"

The fuselage shook violently, and the instrument panels in the cockpit were buzzing.

Carrying a belly full of supplies and heavy armor, it glided forward clumsily, slowly, but powerfully.

There was no feeling of being pushed back in the back.

There was only a feeling of heaviness and oppression, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing him firmly onto the seat.

The fighter jets in front were like arrows released from a bow, while Han Feng's plane was like a solid iron ball kicked off a mountain.

The speedometer climbed desperately, while the indicator lights on both sides of the track receded wildly.

"rise!"

Han Feng tensed his arm muscles and pulled the control lever back sharply.

At the same time, the "Sword Control Technique" mental cultivation method within his body was operating wildly.

A surge of powerful energy flowed through his arm, through the control stick, and into his body!

The "gray donkey" did not leap lightly.

With its heavy nose raised, it pressed down on the runway beneath it in an almost domineering manner, causing it to dent.

It wasn't until the runway was almost at its end that this behemoth reluctantly broke free from gravity.

The two massive landing gears skimmed off the grass at the end of the runway and took off.

Its posture is rough and brutal, full of primal, violent aesthetics.

[Currently piloting a low-grade magical artifact: Peregrine Falcon - Heavy Support Type (Grey Donkey)]

[High load detected; Qi and Blood consumption increased by 30%; Strength attribute hammer effect enhanced.]

[Sword Mastery Proficiency Gain Efficiency: +150%]

Han Feng grinned as he saw the notification pop up on his retina.

It's okay if it's slow.

This added bonus is amazing!

As the pale blue words flashed across his retina, the smile on Han Feng's lips became even more pronounced.

Being heavy has its advantages.

Piloting this steel behemoth is a hundred times more difficult than flying those light and nimble training aircraft.

Every second was relentlessly pushing his physical limits.

His Qi and blood surged and roared through his meridians like boiling water in a furnace.

This kind of physical training effect is more direct and intense than lifting weights in a gravity chamber.

Others are on their way.

He is practicing spiritual cultivation.

Through the porthole, the East Sea Fortress City below was rapidly shrinking.

The inner city wall, hundreds of meters high, resembled a winding black scar, forcibly separating the oasis of human civilization from the desolate wilderness.

Once outside the 50-kilometer safety zone, the scenery instantly became desolate and lifeless.

The radio signals belonging to the East Sea Fortress City have completely disappeared.

All that remained in the headset was the internal communication channel of the Sharp Sword Squad, accompanied by a persistent, faint electrical noise caused by air fog interference.

"Gu Yun, control the speed, maintain Mach 0.7."

Captain Zhang Hao's voice rang out.

"Don't lose the wet nurse. If he falls, we'll have to go home with an empty gas tank."

Ahead, the stylishly painted fighter jet reluctantly lowered its wings and slowed down.

The fuselage even swayed restlessly from side to side.

"Received. But this speed... is a blatant insult to Alice's aerodynamic design."

Gu Yun's voice carried a hint of laziness and complaint.

"Captain, at this cruising speed, Alice's engine is about to doze off."

"My witch belongs at ten thousand meters in the sky, not here taking a walk with an old cow."

"Too slow?"

A loud, gruff voice broke in; it was Wang Meng, who was in charge of providing fire support on the left flank.

"Then go down and push Han Fengfei with your hands?"

"Didn't you brag the other day that you gained another ten kilograms in bench press at the gym?"

"A rude barbarian."

Gu Yun snorted coldly.

"Alice's hands are for casting forbidden spells, not for doing the kind of rough work you do."

"Besides, that 'Grey Donkey' is too ugly. I'm afraid Alice will have nightmares if we get too close."

Han Feng sat in the cockpit, ignoring the bickering in his earpiece.

He was busy sensing the "meridians" of this new "flying sword".

The mental energy silently spread along the control stick, instantly covering the entire fuselage.

The vibration frequency of each screw, and the resistance of hydraulic oil flowing in the pipeline.

Even the barely perceptible heat generated by the friction between the fuselage skin and the thin air at high altitude was clearly reflected in his mind.

Compared to the simplicity and directness of "Elementary Teaching-3", the psionic circuit of "Grey Donkey" is a hundred times more complex, but also a hundred times more robust.

The feeling was like holding an extremely heavy warhammer in your hand.

It is neither flexible nor sharp enough.

But as long as you can smash it down, you can split mountains and crack rocks.

This powerful and weighty feeling captivated him.

After flying for about thirty minutes, a new signal band suddenly appeared on the radar screen.

The instrument automatically identifies: Jinsui Farm.

The scenery below began to change dramatically.

A strange, bright color suddenly appeared on the originally gray-yellow wasteland.

That's purple.

It started as a small, inconspicuous spot, then quickly merged into a large patch.

Finally, it transformed into a boundless, surging purple ocean.

"arrive."

Zhang Hao's voice rang out on the channel, carrying a hint of solemnity.

Han Feng lowered the nose of the plane slightly and leaned out the window to look down.

Although I had seen pictures in the materials, I was still shocked when I saw it in person.