High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"You...you want them all?"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment.

"Han Feng, you..."

Wang Meng was also stunned.

He stammered.

"You've really gone mad, haven't you!"

"Even if it's cheap, it's still 11,750 points!"

"You've thrown most of the money you earned today into other investments!"

"You drink this stuff like it's water?"

"spendthrift……"

Gu Yun muttered something under his breath.

The crowd cast strange glances at them.

Han Feng simply explained calmly.

"My talent is recently awakening and needs a lot of energy to replenish it."

The reason is simple, yet irrefutable.

In the world of martial arts, geniuses always exhibit various extraordinary behaviors.

Some people are born with superhuman strength and can eat a whole cow in one meal.

Some people have strong mental strength and can stay energetic even after several days without sleep.

It seems reasonable that Han Feng's flying talent requires a massive amount of resources to support it.

"So that's how it is..."

"No wonder he's so strong, it turns out his talent is about to awaken."

Everyone suddenly realized.

The way they looked at Han Feng changed from looking at a madman to looking at a monster undergoing a transformation.

"drop!"

The notification sound of successful payment was particularly clear in the quiet cafeteria.

The number in my account shrank dramatically in an instant.

Instead, Zhou Ping handed over a heavy silver metal briefcase.

Han Feng felt no heartache whatsoever; instead, he felt a sense of reassurance.

"Thanks, Director Zhou."

Han Feng picked up the suitcase and turned to walk out.

Not far away, Lei Zhen, the farm manager who had been silent all along, saw this scene.

The mechanical prosthetic limb, gleaming with a cold light, tapped gently on the table.

His eagle-like eyes stared at Han Feng's retreating figure, and he grinned widely.

"That's interesting."

Lei Zhen grabbed a steamed bun from the table and took a bite.

"This kid has the makings of something big."

"Willing to invest."

Gu Yun sat beside him, watching the direction Han Feng left in, her expression complex.

He didn't need to calculate to know what Han Feng's actions meant.

If it were him, he would absolutely not be willing to spend his entire fortune on medicine.

"What a pervert."

Gu Yun muttered to himself.

This time, his tone was less arrogant and more filled with an indescribable emotion.

……

The searchlights on the tarmac illuminated the area as if it were daytime.

The night breeze carried a hint of coolness and felt sticky on my face—the dampness unique to the wilderness.

The heavy support aircraft, codenamed "Grey Donkey," sat quietly in its parking spot.

The 30mm cannon under the fuselage gleamed coldly under the lights.

Han Feng stuffed the briefcase full of medicine into the storage compartment under the driver's seat.

That spot was originally used to store emergency rations.

Then he patted the cold fuselage.

"Old buddy, we've got to work overtime tonight."

Although it was just an inanimate object, Han Feng always felt that it was alive because of the system's connection to it.

He climbed into the cockpit and skillfully switched on the power.

The dials lit up one by one, emitting a slight electrical hum.

"Calling the control tower, this is Han Feng, requesting takeoff for night acclimatization training."

There was a few seconds of silence on the communication channel.

Then Zhang Hao's voice came through.

The captain's voice sounded somewhat tired, but remained steady.

"The farm has already approved it."

"Han Feng, visibility is limited at night. Do not fly beyond the safety warning line. If you encounter any abnormalities, return to base immediately."

"receive."

"besides,"

Zhang Hao paused.

"Take it easy, your health is your most valuable asset, don't ruin it."

Clearly, news of Han Feng's extravagant spending on the potion had reached the captain's ears.

Han Feng smiled.

"Don't worry, Captain, I'm tough."

The engine roared.

A huge airflow whipped up dust from the ground.

The "Grey Donkey" glided clumsily but powerfully, then raised its nose at the end of the runway and plunged into the deep night sky.

At this moment, only the faint green light emanating from the instrument panel filled the cockpit.

It was pitch black outside the window.

The lights on the ground, viewed from thousands of meters above, look like scattered diamonds on black velvet.

Han Feng, however, was not in the mood to appreciate the night view.

His mind was racing with calculations.

"For every hour of nighttime cruising, the 'Grey Donkey' will need to contribute 500 contribution points for fuel and basic wear and tear."

"This money is burning faster than my heart is beating."

A strong sense of fatigue, accompanied by a huge physical exertion, surged up.

After all, flying at high intensity all day long, even the strongest person couldn't take it.

He reached into the storage compartment and pulled out a vial of medicine.

The cool glass tube against his palm invigorated him.

"At a friendly price of 250 yuan a bottle, every sip tastes like money."

Han Feng muttered something, flicked the bottle cap open with his thumb, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The liquid, with its faint fishy smell and bitter herbal taste, slid down my throat.

It felt like a burning ember rolling into my stomach.

boom!

The medicinal effects exploded instantly.

The previously parched meridians, like parched land receiving timely rain, greedily absorbed this enormous energy.

The warm feeling quickly spread throughout my body, dispelling all my fatigue.

"Cool!"

Han Feng let out a low growl and gripped the control stick tightly.

[Sword Control Technique - Proficient (In Progress)]

The fighter jet, which had been flying steadily, suddenly jolted.

That familiar feeling of human-machine integration returned.

The power of qi and blood surged from within the body, flowing through that invisible channel and into the body of this steel behemoth weighing tens of tons.

At this moment, he was no longer the pilot sitting in the cockpit.

He is this plane.

The wings of the airplane are its arms, the engine is its heart, and the radar is its eyes.

He performed a perfectly executed side flip in the night sky.

Immediately following this was a large overloaded barrel roll.

If someone were watching from below, they would definitely be terrified.

A bulky, heavily armed support aircraft moved nimbly through the sky like a large swallow.

This is completely aerodynamic.

But this is very much in line with the study of immortality.

As the range of motion increases, the body's vital energy and blood begin to be consumed rapidly.

The feeling was like someone was using a water pump to draw his blood.

In the past, Han Feng would definitely have stopped to catch his breath at this point.

but now……

He immediately pulled out another vial of medicine, bit open the cap, and poured it down.

As soon as one's Qi and blood are depleted, new energy instantly replenishes them.

This process of treating the body as a container, constantly draining it, filling it, and then draining it again, is extremely painful.

The meridians were throbbing with pain from the violent energy.

The muscles also protested with soreness under high overload.

But Han Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

On my retina, the data on the system panel was fluctuating wildly.

[Sword Control Proficiency +1]

[Sword Control Proficiency +1]

Current cultivation level: Body Tempering Realm, seventh level (410/1400)... (425/1400)...

This visible rate of improvement is more addictive than any drug.

He circled tirelessly over the farm, round and round.

Occasionally, they would encounter a few foolish nocturnal birds, but before they could even get close, they were turned into a bloody mist by several precise shots.

Three hours later, the farm on the ground had fallen asleep.

The empty bottles in the storage compartment had already piled up into a small heap.

Han Feng's face was slightly flushed, a sign of excessive blood and energy.

"The fifteenth branch."

Han Feng threw away the empty bottle in his hand and let out a burp that smelled of medicine.

My stomach is churning, and all I can hear is the sound of the medicine sloshing around.

Those 3,750 contribution points were totally worth it.

Suddenly, a crackling static noise came through the headphones.

This was followed by the slightly panicked voice of the ground radar station operator.