High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 65: Aerial Devilish Maneuvers That Defy Physics!

"Calling Air Patrol One!"

"Calling Air Patrol One!"

"I am Han Feng, speak." Han Feng's voice was as calm as ever.

"This is Watchtower Number Three!"

"Just now, the underground detection array detected an abnormal vibration signal!" The duty officer's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"The epicenter is at a depth of 50 meters and is rapidly rising!"

"The coordinates are for wheat field number one directly below you!"

A rough, hoarse voice, carrying the air of metal and stone, barged into the channel.

"Air Patrol One, this is Lei Zhen."

"Don't panic, report your energy level and movement speed!"

Farm manager Lei Zhen was indeed still awake.

Han Feng suddenly lowered his head.

The wheat field under the cover of night was just a blurry, dark shadow in his eyes.

However, his enhanced perception, amplified by the system, clearly detected a terrifying fluctuation that sent chills down his spine.

That wasn't the aura of an ordinary demonic beast.

It was cold, brutal, and incredibly large.

"Is this the big guy the captain was talking about?"

Instead of feeling fear, Han Feng subconsciously licked his lips.

A hint of fanaticism ignited in his eyes.

There's work to be done.

It's a huge one! This means an astronomical amount of contribution points!

"Air Patrol One received."

Han Feng suddenly pushed the throttle valve.

The fighter jet, which was circling steadily at high altitude, suddenly lowered its nose.

With a sharp whistling sound, the aircraft swooped down into the darkness.

"Heading to target area."

"Since we've run into each other, let's see if your snake in the ground is tougher, or if my flying sword is faster!"

In that instant, the empty medicine bottles piled up in the cockpit clanged and rattled under the terrifying overload.

The blood and energy that Han Feng had just replenished in his body transformed into the most violent fuel at this moment, pouring it all into the steel behemoth beneath him!

The night was as thick as ink.

Only the green glow flickering on the dial illuminated Han Feng's tense face.

Through the headphones, there was rapid electrical noise and the heavy breathing of the tower operator.

"Air Patrol One, target fully exposed!"

"Repeat, the target has been completely unearthed!"

"It—it's too big!"

Han Feng had already seen it without needing any warning from the control tower.

In the very center of wheat field number one, the flat land seemed to have been ripped apart by an invisible giant wolf hand.

Amidst the billowing dust, a massive black shadow slowly rose to its upright position.

It's as tall as a three-story building!

The searchlight beam from the nose swept across, instantly reflecting a cold, metallic sheen.

It was a giant, worm-like creature.

However, its body surface is not flesh and blood, but is covered with layers of thick black iron armor.

Its head has no eyes, only a huge, terrifying mouth covered with spiraling, pale white teeth.

The mouthparts slowly opened and closed under the light, making a teeth-grinding "click-click" friction sound.

A line of information immediately popped up on the instrument detector.

[Alert: Early-stage Tier 2 monster detected – Black Iron Earth Dragon.]

Armor strength: Extremely high. Difficult to penetrate with conventional kinetic weapons.

[Weakness Analysis: Inside the oral cavity, at the junction of the abdominal segments and rings.]

Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

Early stage of Tier 2!

If this thing were to appear on the main battlefield, it would require at least a full squad of Ironwall armored warriors, along with heavy firepower support, to barely suppress it.

"You call this a big guy?" Han Feng's lips twitched violently.

My palms were already covered in cold sweat as I gripped the joystick.

"This is clearly a huge thing!"

"All personnel on alert!"

"A second-tier monster has appeared!"

Thunder's roar exploded on the farm's public channel.

"The armored battalion is on emergency deployment!"

"All ground guard units, hold the line and absolutely do not approach Wheat Field Number One!"

The automatic defense turrets inside the farm were the first to react.

A dense hail of bullets rained down on the earth dragon's armor.

It felt like scratching an itch.

Aside from a burst of blinding sparks, not a single white mark was left.

Han Feng's gaze suddenly tightened, and he pushed the throttle valve hard.

"Grey Donkey, time to work!"

The bulky support aircraft drew an ungainly arc in the air as it swooped down on the behemoth below.

The distance quickly closed.

His index finger pulled the trigger.

tom!tom!tom!

The 30mm cannons under the fuselage spewed out angry tongues of fire.

To test its defensive capabilities, these shells were imbued with nearly fifty points of its health and mana.

However, the shells whistled and slammed into the Black Iron Dragon's carapace.

Ding ding ding!

Sparks were still flying everywhere.

The high concentration of qi and blood energy only corroded a few insignificant shallow pits on the thick shell.

It's simply impossible to penetrate!

"As hard as a tortoise shell," Han Feng smacked his lips.

Lei Zhen's voice rang out again, tinged with solemnity.

"Kid, don't waste your ammo!"

"Its back armor can withstand the main gun of a battle armor!"

"Try to attack its mouth, or wait for our ground troops to get in position!"

The black iron dragon seemed to feel the itch on its back.

It suddenly raised its head, and its huge mouth opened wide.

Roar!

It made no sound, but instead suddenly gushed out a stream of yellowish-brown, murky liquid.

The liquid tore through the night sky and shot straight towards us!

[Warning! High-intensity corrosive acid detected! Take cover! Take cover immediately!]

Inside the cockpit, a piercing alarm blared wildly.

"Damn it, it can even spit!" Han Feng's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

But he did not choose to climb up and dodge in a disheveled manner.

In a fraction of a second, his brain had already completed terrifying calculations that mortals could not comprehend.

"Want me to wash your face?"

"It's not that easy!"

Instead of pulling up, he suddenly pressed down on the control stick and gently tapped the right foot rudder!

The engine of the "Grey Donkey" let out a mournful cry as if it were about to fall apart!

This support aircraft, weighing tens of tons, performed a devilish maneuver that completely defied the laws of physics, in front of the horrified eyes of all the monitoring personnel in the control tower.

The bulky support aircraft had a slightly sloping nose, but its tail was strangely tilted upwards.

It was like a leaf blown by a strong wind, swaying lightly and horizontally for more than ten meters with the central axis of the fuselage as the fulcrum!

The jet of acid, as thick as a bucket, almost grazed the tail of his plane.

Acid splashed onto the wheat field in the distance.

"Sizzle—"

A large field of soon-to-be-ripe amethyst wheat, along with the soil below, was instantly eroded into a huge crater emitting billowing black smoke.

"If even a tiny bit gets on it, the repair costs will have to be deducted from my fee."

Han Feng's heart pounded, and his back felt icy cold.

The control tower was deathly silent.

Lei Zhen stared at the bizarre flight path on the monitor screen, a path so strange it seemed to defy the laws of physics.

The cheap cigarette butt he was holding in his mouth fell silently to the ground.

For the first time, the former heavy armor pilot's voice trembled slightly, without him even realizing it.

"This kid—he's not flying a plane, he's dancing!"

Just then, a thunderous roar came from the ground.

Attention all units!

"Ironclad Battalion, get moving!"

"Seal off wheat field number one! Don't let these damned worms ruin my harvest!"

Accompanied by piercing alarms and roars, inside the farm, rows of massive steel structures awoke from their disguised hangars.

Fifty Iron Wall-IV type armored vehicles, each over three meters tall, moved with heavy steps and quickly set up a defensive line at the edge of wheat field number one.

Furthermore, five elite battle suits, each four and a half meters tall, of the [Storm-1] type, guarded the key intersections.

The muzzle of the cannon gleamed with a dangerous psionic light.

"Han Feng!" Lei Zhen's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone.

"You damn well better be my eyes in heaven!"

"Shine your spotlight on it!"

"Don't let it burrow back into the ground!"