High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"Thump thump thump—"

It wasn't strafing.

It was still a very rhythmic three-shot burst.

But this time, it wasn't just a physical attack.

Han Feng channeled a wisp of his internal energy through the control lever, attaching it to the shells that had just left the barrel via some mysterious connection.

[Sword Qi Infused!]

The three high-explosive armor-piercing rounds were enveloped in a faint blood-red halo the moment they left the barrel.

Three thin red lines, almost invisible to the naked eye, were drawn in the air!

The first Azure Scaled Eagle didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

The second one seemed to sense the danger and tried to dodge to the side.

But that shell seemed to have eyes, catching up with it with a slight arc.

It only grazed its wing.

But the power of qi and blood attached to it erupted instantly!

That wing, as hard as iron, was not blown off, but rather as if it had been cut by an invisible blade, instantly torn into countless pieces!

The third one, seeing his companion die a horrible death, was terrified and screamed as he tried to forcibly pull him up.

"It's too late."

Han Feng snorted coldly.

The fuselage of the "Grey Donkey" suddenly veered to one side.

Then, a scene that made all the spectators' eyes nearly pop out of their sockets appeared.

That bulky support aircraft actually performed a sideslip and tail-slide maneuver similar to a car drifting on the ground while flying at high speed!

The massive fuselage drew a bizarre arc in the air that completely defied aerodynamics.

The nose of the plane swung sharply, precisely locking onto the blue-scaled eagle that was trying to escape.

The machine guns roared again.

The third Azure-scaled Eagle was blasted apart in mid-air, its corpse falling into the wheat field below.

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +5]

[Sword Aura Release Proficiency +8]

[Body Tempering Realm Cultivation +6]

The whole process took less than five seconds.

The harvester drivers below were dumbfounded.

He was just about to abandon the car and run for his life, but in the blink of an eye, the crisis was over?

That seemingly clumsy big plane, in that instant, displayed a murderous aura that was even more terrifying than the fighter jets on board.

The Sword Society's public channel was completely silent.

"Good...good lad!"

After a long pause, Captain Zhang Hao's voice finally rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible shock.

"That reaction speed, that anticipation, is incredible!"

"Holy crap! What did I just see? Drifting? You can fly a plane like that?"

Wang Meng's loud voice was filled with disbelief.

"What the hell kind of evil magic is this?"

Gu Yun, who was chasing a lone Azure Scaled Eagle, almost crashed into the mountainside because his hand trembled.

He glanced back at the muzzle of Han Feng's machine gun, which was still emitting smoke.

He glanced again at the strange flight path recorded on his radar.

In his heart, there was a hint of fear that he couldn't quite explain.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

Gu Yun muttered to herself.

He even suspected that there was a problem with the expensive sensors in his fighter jet.

"Heavy support aircraft... sideslip and tail drift? What kind of devilish maneuver is this? This is illogical! This doesn't conform to aerodynamics!"

He felt that his theoretical knowledge of flight had been completely overturned by this brutal scene.

Is this guy really a plane mechanic?

The afternoon sun was scorching, baking the earth until it was steaming.

The air above Jinsui Farm was distorted by the high temperature, and everything in sight swayed.

The air conditioning system in the cockpit of the "Grey Donkey" was humming under strain.

Although the air conditioning was still running, Han Feng's training uniform was already soaked through and stuck stickily to his body.

This heavy support aircraft is a gas guzzler and a bottomless pit of physical exertion.

The veins on the back of Han Feng's right hand, which was gripping the joystick, bulged.

Every pull of the lever, every turn, requires several times more physical and mental energy than piloting the "CJ-3".

[Qi and Blood Value: 160/704]

The red numbers flashing on his retina made Han Feng's eyelids twitch.

After flying for less than four hours, I had already burned off most of my energy.

If this were before breaking through to the seventh level of Body Tempering, he would probably have collapsed from exhaustion in the driver's seat by now.

Han Feng steadied the joystick with one hand, freeing his left hand to skillfully retrieve a test tube from the storage compartment beside his leg.

This is a mid-tier "Rhino" brand recovery potion that I bought at a high price before setting off.

He used his thumb to pry open the bottle cap and tilted his head back to pour it down.

The medicine slid down his throat, and a surge of heat instantly rose in his stomach, filling his previously parched and depleted meridians once again.

"Three hundred contribution points, and all we get is a sound."

Han Feng smacked his lips and threw the empty test tube back into the recycling bag.

"I need to kill a mid-stage first-tier demonic beast to break even; business is tough."

Just then, Gu Yun's impatient voice, clearly tinged with anger, suddenly came through the communication channel.

"That 'Earth-burrowing Rock Lizard' is so slippery! It's going to burrow again! Damn it, Alice, why can't your 'Magic Missile' lock onto it! It's made a complete mess of our battlefield!"

Han Feng looked down at the No. 3 wheat field area below.

A large, grayish-brown lizard, nearly seven meters long, is frantically digging in the soil.

The thick tail swept left and right, knocking down a large area of ​​amethyst wheat and scattering purple grains all over the ground.

Gu Yun's fighter jet, painted with the image of a white-haired witch, was diving.

The machine head presses down, and flames spit out.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

Rows of bullet holes exploded around the rock lizard, sending dirt flying.

But this beast has thick skin and a erratic movement pattern. So, all that was done with this burst of bullets was to tickle it and turn the ground upside down again.

Wang Meng's loud voice rang out mercilessly on the channel, filled with gloating laughter.

"Little Gu, has your anime waifu's magic stopped working? Should I, your bro, go down there and solve the problem with a single axe swing?"

"Shut up! You muscle-bound barbarian!"

Gu Yun was somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"This is tactical! I'm restricting its movement, forcing it to reveal an opening! You don't understand the art of combat!"

Han Feng's calm voice broke in.

"If you keep compressing the wheat, the farm will demand compensation from you for the lost wheat."

Gu Yun was stunned for a moment, and was about to retort when a huge shadow loomed over his head.

The bulky "gray donkey" did not perform a fancy dive attack like Gu Yun did.

Han Feng pushed the throttle valve all the way down and opened the speed brake under the engine belly at the same time.

The fighter jet, carrying enormous kinetic energy, moved clumsily yet with extreme stability, cutting diagonally into the battlefield.

"Are you crazy? Its tail will sweep over you from that height!"

Gu Yun screamed in surprise.

The rock lizard is a late-stage Tier 1 demonic beast, and its tail has immense power when it swings. Although the transport plane's armor is thick, it can't withstand such a blow.

Han Feng ignored him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared intently at the lizard that was desperately trying to burrow into the ground.

With the help of the cheat code's perception, the surrounding wind speed, the vibration of the earth, and even the frequency of the rock lizard's muscle contractions were all transformed into a clear data stream.

In a nearby wheat field, an automated turret disguised as an irrigation valve slowly rose, attempting to lock onto the rock lizard.

However, because the firing range was blocked by the terrain, it had no choice but to retreat.

Three hundred meters away.

The rock lizard felt the pressure from above, stopped digging, and stood upright.

A swollen throat is a sign that acid is about to be expelled.

This is precisely when its abdominal armor is at its weakest.

"Now."

Han Feng pulled the trigger.