High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Thump! Thump!

The two cannon shots were deep and powerful, and the fuselage of the "Grey Donkey" shuddered.

The recoil is astonishing.

Two 30mm shells, imbued with Han Feng's crimson aura, flew out in bizarre spiral trajectories.

The first shot was precisely poured into the burrowing rock lizard's open mouth.

The shell didn't penetrate; instead, it detonated deep inside its throat.

The rock lizard's roar was muffled, turning into a scream.

The strong acid that it hadn't had time to spray out exploded in its mouth, and foul-smelling white smoke billowed out from its seven orifices.

It hasn't fallen yet.

The second shell had already penetrated the only white scale on its belly.

puff--

Flesh, blood, and internal organs were fried everywhere.

The late-stage first-tier demonic beast that had tormented Gu Yun so much collapsed heavily without even leaving a complete corpse.

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +8]

[Sword Aura Release Proficiency +10]

Han Feng decisively pulled the control stick, leveling the fighter jet.

The plane's wings skimmed past the tips of the purple wheat fields, the airflow crushing a swathe of wheat.

He glanced at the ammunition counter and reported the figures on the public channel.

"Tier 1 late-stage burrowing rock lizard, recycling price 3,500 contribution points."

"I used two bullets, which cost 100 points."

"I estimate that you fired a hundred rounds in that volley just now, costing five thousand points."

"Add in the fuel consumption, and you've lost two thousand points in this round."

The communication channel was completely silent.

Gu Yun sat in his luxurious cockpit, his eyes glazed over.

He looked down at the pile of rotten flesh, then looked up at the "gray donkey" slowly climbing in the distance.

His face turned pale and then flushed.

I spent ages trying to level up and dive, using "Magic Missiles" and "Arcane Radiance"...

So, the result is that we're just giving them money?

Wang Meng's maniacal laughter suddenly erupted, breaking the silence.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Han Feng, you're a true genius!"

"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit!"

"Xiao Gu, did you hear that? We've lost two thousand points!"

"Your precious wife not only failed to defeat the monster, but she also squandered all your secret stash of money!"

"You...that...that was a tactical feint!"

Gu Yun's mouth is harder than alloy armor.

"I'm creating an opportunity for him to win the game!"

"Yes, that's it!"

"Alice's dazzling style is meant to confuse the enemy and create an opportunity for her teammates to deliver a fatal blow!"

Han Feng didn't say anything more.

He silently recorded the three thousand five hundred points in his account.

By the way, I moved Gu Yun from the "teammate" category to the "spendthrift teammate" category.

Gu Yun seemed to be provoked and let out a heavy snort.

"When you have no money, all you do is scheme!"

"True ace pilots conquer the skies through a combination of skill and artistry!"

After saying that, he slammed on the gas.

The Scarlet Witch roared and charged in another direction.

Over the next few hours, a strange race took place in the skies above Golden Harvest Farm.

Gu Yun was like he'd been injected with chicken blood, flying all over the place.

He would rush towards any red dot on the radar.

The maneuvers were flashy and the sound of machine guns was almost constant.

He kept shouting out the names of moves that no one could understand.

"Alice, take this! Ice Spike!"

Chu Chu Chu!

A burst of gunfire turned several unlucky iron-toothed rats into mincemeat.

"Alice SSE, taste my 'Flame Storm'!"

He maneuvered his fighter jet, leaving a magnificent contrail in the air as he flew over a swarm of burrowing beetles.

Han Feng's style is completely opposite.

He slowly hovered at a low altitude of one thousand meters.

They looked so relaxed.

Only when a high-value target appears on the radar, or when a teammate misses a troublesome guy.

That heavy "gray donkey" will suddenly unleash its power.

He revealed a momentary ferocity.

Moreover, they only choose the most expensive ones.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at those low-level monsters that only cost a few hundred contribution points.

They'll all be left for the ground guards to practice on.

This pragmatic approach to combat made the captain of the escort team on the ground extremely grateful over the communication channel.

After all, nobody wants to take a rifle and fight a late-stage Tier 1 monster head-on.

"A 'Sickle Mantis' has been found in the southwest corner, worth 2,000 points."

Han Feng's eyes lit up, and he gently pushed the control lever.

The gray donkey clumsily turned and flew toward its target.

A single, decisive blow.

[Body Tempering Realm Cultivation +5]

"Northeast direction, 'Three-eyed Poison Frog', worth 1,500 points."

Two more clean and precise shots.

[Sword Aura Release Proficiency +6]

In one afternoon, Han Feng's vital energy was repeatedly depleted and replenished through the medicine and his own recovery ability.

But his contribution point account balance is steadily increasing.

The sun has set.

The last armed harvester completed its mission and returned to the warehouse with a full load of amethyst wheat.

"Attention all units, mission complete, prepare for return flight."

Team leader Zhang Hao's voice rang out in the channel.

Gu Yun's fighter jet was the first to respond.

He fought the hardest today, and he's almost out of fuel and ammunition.

"Hmph, Alice's victory today is the most glorious."

He was still putting on a brave front, but his tone had lost the arrogance he had in the morning.

Han Feng glanced at his battle statistics.

In one afternoon, I earned a net profit of 12,000 contribution points.

His cultivation level also stabilized at the mid-stage of the seventh level of Body Tempering.

He was very satisfied with the result.

Eleven fighter jets landed one after another on the bumpy dirt road, raising clouds of dust.

Han Feng was the last to bring his "gray donkey" to a stop.

The moment I turned off the engine, a strong feeling of dizziness and fatigue washed over me.

I feel like my bones are about to fall apart.

He felt like he wasn't flying a plane, but rather wrestling with a bull for eight hours with his bare hands.

He unscrewed the cap of the last recovery potion and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The warm medicinal power spread through my body, and my body, which was almost falling apart, regained its strength.

"Damn, this thing costs more than personal training sessions at the gym."

Han Feng clicked his tongue, looking at the empty test tube, feeling a pang of regret.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed open the hatch.

A wave of heat, mixed with the smell of wheat, dust, and gunpowder smoke, hit us.

On the tarmac, Gu Yun had already jumped off his flamboyant "Crimson Witch".

He didn't look tired on the surface; instead, he looked distressed.

He held a piece of snow-white microfiber cloth in his hand, pointing it directly at the white-haired witch's face on the wing.

Carefully wiping away a speck of dust smaller than a sesame seed.

"My Alice! You've suffered!"

Gu Yun's voice was choked with sobs, and her movements were gentle.

"This damned place, it even got you covered in dust!"

"This is a desecration of your sacred body!"

Wang Meng walked by carrying his big axe and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw Gu Yun like this.

"Hey Lao Gu, is it really that serious?"

"It's just some dust, isn't it?"

"Won't it be fine to just rinse it with a water gun later?"

"What do you know!"

Gu Yun turned around abruptly and retorted excitedly.

"This is a work of art!"

Do you understand art?

"Can you treat me with that kind of rudeness?"

"This will damage the paint's gloss and hydrophobicity!"

"I spent a fortune on this limited-edition 'Witch's Tears' crystal-coated piece!"

Han Feng shook his head and jumped off the plane.

He simply couldn't understand this kind of brainwave that treated airplanes like wives.

Just then, two figures strode quickly from the shadows of the hangar.