High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

The leader was a burly, one-armed man.

The mechanical arm, gleaming with a cold metallic light, stood out conspicuously in the setting sun.

Lei Zhen, manager of Jinsui Farm.

He was accompanied by a middle-aged, overweight man wearing wire-rimmed glasses.

He held an electronic recorder in his hands, his face beaming with the shrewd smile of a businessman.

Deputy Director, Zhou Ping.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, heroes!"

Zhou Ping's voice arrived before he did.

He jogged over and warmly greeted the ground staff, who offered him towels and chilled herbal drinks.

Lei Zhen, on the other hand, didn't waste any more words.

His eyes swept quickly over the crowd, finally settling on Han Feng.

He completely ignored Gu Yun, who was still posing next to him.

Gu Yun also wanted to show off his fighter jet's paint scheme.

Lei Zhen walked heavily to Han Feng.

"Did you kill that burrowing rock lizard?"

Lei Zhen's voice was hoarse and shrill.

Han Feng nodded.

"Luckily, it just happened to be looking up."

"What bullshit luck."

Lei Zhen's lips curled into an ugly grin.

He raised his intact left hand and patted it heavily on Han Feng's shoulder.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Han Feng felt half of his body go numb.

"Oral explosion, precise penetration into the abdomen."

A stream of data flashed across Lei Zhen's prosthetic eye, indicating that he had watched the battle recording.

"That late-stage Tier 1 rock lizard skin didn't even have a single extra bullet hole."

"Impressive marksmanship!"

Zhou Ping also came over, adjusted his glasses, and grinned so wide his eyes disappeared.

He pointed to the rock lizard carcass that had just been unloaded from the transport truck, his eyes gleaming with points of contribution.

"Chief Minefield is absolutely right!"

"Technician Han, your flying skills and machine gun accuracy are truly exceptional!"

"Simple, precise, and efficient!"

"More accurate than our farm's ground firepower!"

Gu Yun, who was standing not far away, turned a little dark upon hearing this.

He really had a blast today, firing his machine gun like it was free.

But this also means that the monster materials he hunts down are mostly defective.

"Hmph, I've killed quite a few too."

Gu Yun couldn't help but mutter something, trying to save face.

"Yes, yes, yes, Pilot Gu is also exceptionally brave and has a distinguished record of military exploits!"

Zhou Ping, a shrewd and charming man, immediately turned around and praised him.

"Especially the group of Iron-Toothed Rats you killed; you fought with great ferocity and it greatly deterred the enemy!"

These words sounded like a compliment, but Gu Yun couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

The iron-toothed rat has a powerful presence?

A whole bunch of those things combined aren't even worth as much as a single rock lizard.

He snorted coldly, tossed the helmet to the ground crew, and turned to walk towards his "Alice".

He was muttering to himself.

"A bunch of bumpkins who don't understand the aesthetics of combat; even the moment of destruction is an art..."

……

Dinner was served in the farm’s large canteen and was incredibly lavish.

A large iron pot, one meter in diameter, was simmering with plenty of monster meat.

Stewed mad rabbit with potatoes, braised iron-toothed rat, and a large pot of stir-fried green-scaled eagle offal over high heat.

The aroma of chili peppers and medicinal herbs blended together, hitting you right in the head.

"Come on in, make yourselves at home!"

"Meat is plentiful today!"

Zhou Ping greeted them with a ruddy complexion.

Lei Zhen sat alone in the main seat, with a bottle of strong liquor in front of him, and poured himself a large bowl of it.

Han Feng didn't care about any of that.

He carried a stainless steel basin bigger than his face, first filling it with rice, then pouring two large spoonfuls of thick meat broth over it.

The chopsticks are wielded like whirlwinds, sweeping away the clouds.

His body is a bottomless pit right now.

Cultivation consumes a great deal of qi and blood and energy; medicine alone cannot fill the hunger that comes from the soul.

"bite."

My personal terminal on my wrist vibrated slightly.

Han Feng swiped the screen, and a transfer notification popped up.

[Account credited: 23800 contribution points. Note: Settlement for the first day of Golden Harvest Farm tasks (including material premium share).]

Looking at that long string of numbers, Han Feng chewed the meat in his mouth with even more relish.

"Wow, Han Feng, you've struck it rich!"

Wang Meng brought over the rice bowl and nudged him with a mischievous grin.

"This one job today is worth more than three months of my work, right?"

Han Feng swallowed the food in his mouth and, without changing his expression, pulled a crumpled notebook and a pen from his pocket.

In front of everyone, he began to calculate, stroke by stroke.

"Total income: 23,800 points."

"After deducting the fuel cost of the 'Grey Donkey' for eight hours, depreciation of the machine, and lubricant consumption, it's about three thousand points."

"Thirty-seven rounds of ammunition have been used, totaling one thousand eight hundred and fifty points."

He paused, glanced at the recycling bag containing nine empty test tubes under the table, and wrote it down with a touch of regret.

"The cost of the recovery potion is 2,700 points."

"The club takes 30%, that's 7,140 points..."

"so……"

Han Feng paused, looked up, and calmly swept his gaze over the crowd.

"Today's net profit is 12,760 points."

Several other new team members who had been assessed at the same time gasped in shock.

one day!

I made a net profit of over ten thousand!

This isn't just making exorbitant profits, this is robbing people!

It's important to know that most B-level students, even after working hard at the school for a month, might not receive this much in subsidies and rewards combined.

After hearing this, Wang Meng deliberately raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"Old Gu, did you hear that?"

"Han Feng made a net profit of 12,000!"

"And you?"

"You were making such a big fuss today, how much did you spend on Alice's stage show?"

Gu Yun, who was elegantly cutting a piece of rabbit meat with a knife and fork, froze.

He knew without even calculating that he was definitely at a loss today.

He killed three times as many monsters as Han Feng, but the total value of his kills was probably less than half of Han Feng's.

The amount of ammunition and fuel he consumed was at least five times that of Han Feng.

This in and out...

Gu Yun's face turned green.

"How can that be the same!"

He stubbornly insisted.

"That was strategic suppression!"

"It's a barrage of fire!"

"It's to create a safe environment for teammates to deal damage!"

"It's art!"

"My fighting style is one where every bullet composes a magnificent symphony!"

Han Feng added a sentence to his notebook without looking up.

"Estimated based on your firing rate and mission replay."

"You fired at least eight hundred bullets today."

"The cost is 40,000 points."

"The total value of the monster materials you hunted is only 15,000 points at most."

"This doesn't even include fuel consumption."

"You've lost money, 25,000."

"puff--"

Wang Meng spat out the mouthful of soup he had just taken a sip of.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, slapping his thigh.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"A loss of 25,000!"

"Old Gu, you're not fighting, you're setting off fireworks!"

"Your wife is such a spendthrift!"

The loudest laughter in the entire cafeteria came from the table occupied by the Sharp Sword Club.

Gu Yun's face turned a deep purplish-red, and the knife and fork in her hand almost sliced ​​through the plate.

He glared angrily at Han Feng and muttered a curse under his breath.

"You vulgar mortal who only knows how to scheme!"

"They completely misunderstand Alice's greatness!"