High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

The Mad Rabbit sensed a threat in the sky.

It stopped abruptly, pushed off with its hind legs, and jumped three or four meters high.

With a swift motion, a cyan wind blade slashed towards Han Feng.

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for—you to jump up."

Just as the Mad Rabbit was suspended in mid-air, Han Feng gently pressed the red button at the top of the control stick with his thumb.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

There were no dense flames.

Han Feng fired a precise three-round burst.

The nose of the "Grey Donkey" suddenly jolted.

The heavy fuselage now became the most stable firing platform.

Three 30mm high-explosive armor-piercing rounds, arranged in a triangular pattern, blocked all impact points of the Mad Rabbit.

The first shot missed, grazing past the Mad Rabbit's ear.

The mad rabbit twisted its body in terror in the air.

The second shot hit right in the chest!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the mad rabbit exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +2]

[Sword Aura Release Proficiency +3]

Han Feng quickly pulled him up, his movements fluid and effortless.

"Well done, Han Feng!"

Wang Meng shouted into the channel.

"Those three shots were fired like a sniper's."

"The money we saved on bullets is enough for us to have an extra dish tonight!"

Old Liu, who was in charge of reconnaissance, chuckled.

"He can't fly my plane. It's too light. If he fires this kind of large-caliber machine gun, the plane will have to back up."

Gu Yun, who was not far away, did not speak, but silently piloted the fighter jet a little further away.

He fired half a gun just now to kill a few rats for the sake of stage effect.

Han Feng took down a mid-stage monster with just three bullets.

This huge gap in the input-output ratio made his genius pride a little embarrassed.

"Hmph, shooting without any aesthetic appeal, just pure slaughter."

Gu Yun muttered to himself, then looked at his ammunition counter with a pang of heartache.

As the harvest progressed, more and more monsters were disturbed and came out.

Most of them were guys who made a living by digging in the soil.

The farm's ground security team also began to exert its strength.

Wearing exoskeleton armor and wielding psionic rifles, they worked with several trained hunting dogs to hunt down and intercept their prey in the wheat fields with remarkable efficiency.

The fighter squadrons in the sky, on the other hand, became idle.

After all, the machine guns are too powerful. If they were to bombard the wheat fields, the monsters would die, but the wheat would be destroyed.

Director Zhou Ping must be heartbroken.

"Attention all aircraft, maintain altitude and keep your eyes on the sky."

Zhang Hao reminded him.

"Leave the small creatures on the ground to the guard team; we'll only deal with the big ones and the flying ones."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a piercing radar alarm suddenly blared throughout the cockpit.

"Beep beep beep—"

"High-density energy signal detected at 12 o'clock, altitude 800!"

The deputy captain in charge of the investigation, Lin Qing, spoke urgently.

"Numbers exceeding thirty are rapidly approaching!"

Han Feng immediately looked at the radar screen.

A dense swarm of red dots surged toward them like a bee.

Meanwhile, the defenses of the farm below also reacted.

The "Fire Rain" close-in weapon systems at the four corners of the wall began to rotate, their dark muzzles pointing towards the sky.

"It's the 'Azure Scaled Eagle'."

Lin Qing quickly made a judgment.

"Mid-stage Tier 1, a gregarious flying monster that likes to dive and attack; its claws are poisonous."

"Damn it, I hate these little things the most."

Wang Meng cursed.

"Although it's not strong, it's too agile, like a fly. It's hard to catch and you don't make much money."

More than thirty mid-stage Tier 1 units.

If they were allowed to rush down, the ground guards and harvester drivers would become sitting ducks.

"The second team is pulling up, seizing the high ground!"

Zhang Hao's voice was calm and composed.

"One team will intercept them head-on."

"Han Feng, you guard the area below and don't let anyone slip down."

"clear!"

The aircraft quickly dispersed.

Instead of rushing upwards, Han Feng lowered his altitude and hovered about 200 meters above the harvester group.

If his "gray donkey" were to try and engage in a close-quarters battle with those agile eagles, it would be like an old ox chasing a rabbit—purely asking for trouble.

His job is to be the goalkeeper.

In the sky, the battle erupted instantly.

The flock of blue-scaled eagles spotted these large steel birds, let out a piercing shriek, and split into two groups to flank them.

"Fire!"

With Zhang Hao's command, a dense net of fire appeared in the sky.

Several blue-scaled eagles that charged at the front were instantly riddled with holes, their feathers and blood flying everywhere.

But these beasts were clearly not afraid of death, or perhaps they were driven mad by the smell of blood on the ground.

Taking advantage of their small size, they weaved through the barrage of machine gun fire, and some even tried to grab the cockpit canopy of the fighter jet with their claws.

"You bunch of nobodies, witness the magnificent dance moves of this genius!"

Gu Yun was now in his element.

His fighter jet has the best performance and is the most agile.

He performed a variety of dazzling maneuvers in the air, then grabbed the tail of a blue-scaled eagle and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

He was muttering to himself.

"Take this, Frostnova!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

A burst of fire erupted in the air, and a blue-scaled eagle shattered in the process.

Although it wasn't very efficient, it was certainly pleasing to the eye, like a performance.

"Three have leaked out! Han Feng, catch them!"

Lin Qing shouted into the channel.

Three blue-scaled eagles with wingspans exceeding five meters broke through the barrage of fire from above, using the corpses of their companions as cover.

They folded their wings and swooped down on the harvesters on the ground.

Their target was clear—the cockpit protected by only one layer of reinforced glass.

The driver inside the harvester was deathly pale, staring in horror at the three approaching black dots.

"Leave it to me."

Han Feng spoke calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

He pushed the throttle valve hard.

The "gray donkey" let out a deep roar, without cutting to the side or flanking.

Instead, it charged headlong into the three swooping blue-scaled eagles!

"Han Feng! Are you crazy! Pull him up!"

Wang Meng's eyelids twitched violently as he watched from above, and he couldn't help but shout.

This is an extremely counterintuitive tactic, tantamount to suicide.

Normally, when pilots intercept a diving target, they will choose to either cut in from the side or circle around to the tail to pursue it.

But Han Feng chose the most dangerous, yet also the most efficient, hedging strategy.

Because his plane is tough enough.

His technique is even more advanced.

The relative speed between the two sides instantly exceeded 600 kilometers per hour.

In Han Feng's vision, the three Azure Scaled Eagles rapidly magnified.

He could even see their ferocious vertical pupils and their scales that shimmered with a bluish light.

This distance, this speed.

Even the slightest tremor of the hand could result in a crash and death.

But Han Feng's hand was very steady, so steady that it was perfect.

Sword Control Technique at full power!

Blood and qi surged, and mental energy was highly concentrated.

At that moment, the bulky fighter jet seemed to become an extension of his body.

He could feel the wind rustling through the wings and every explosion in the engine's combustion chamber.

He even had the illusion that he wasn't sitting in the cockpit, but had become one with the flying sword called "Grey Donkey".

"die!"

Han Feng gave a low shout.

Fine-tuning of the machine head.

He pulled the trigger a split second before the collision.