High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 75 This is talent

Han Feng casually placed the "Thunderfire-3" assault rifle, whose barrel was still smoking, on the broken wooden table.

Facing Zhang Hao's piercing gaze, Han Feng remained calm and composed, casually offering the excuse he had prepared beforehand.

"I guess you could call it a talent."

Han Feng raised his right hand and extended his index finger.

He mobilized a very small amount of qi and blood in his body and forcibly condensed it at his fingertips.

With the support of the system's [Master Level] sword energy projection, a dense wisp of blood-red energy formed at his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, this wisp of blood and energy began to spin wildly at a high frequency that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

A sharp, piercing hissing sound immediately filled the air.

The blood-red crystalline light, less than half an inch long, even had a small microscopic vacuum vortex around its perimeter.

Even when they were still half a meter apart, Zhang Hao felt an extremely clear, sharp, cutting sensation on his face.

Zhang Hao stared at that finger for a full five seconds.

"Spiral force?"

Zhang Hao's expression changed, and he raised his right hand, pointing his index finger.

He was a martial artist at the third level of the Meridian Opening Realm, whose meridians had already been opened and whose blood and qi had transformed into a higher-level "internal qi".

At this moment, a wisp of pale blue true energy shot out from his fingertips, and in terms of energy purity, it far surpassed Han Feng's Body Tempering Realm Qi and Blood.

Zhang Hao kept his lips tightly closed, trying to use his control over his true energy to replicate the spiral structure at Han Feng's fingertips.

The cyan true energy began to slowly twist and swirl at his fingertips.

It accelerated for less than two seconds.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The wisp of true energy attempting to rotate at a high frequency exploded directly at Zhang Hao's fingertips, and the scattered energy flow blew away the dust accumulated on the tin roof.

Zhang Hao frowned, refusing to believe it, and forced out another burst of true energy, compressing it forcefully.

The result was the same. As soon as the rotation speed was increased, the energy structure immediately loosened and collapsed. It was impossible for Han Feng to compress the violent blood and qi into an extremely thin bundle and maintain such a terrifying rotation speed.

I tried three times, and all three attempts failed.

Zhang Hao lowered his hand, and his expression towards Han Feng completely changed; it was as if he were looking at a monster in human skin.

The micro-management skills of a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm were actually utterly crushed by a mere Body Tempering Realm kid.

"How did you develop such self-control, kid?"

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"I've flown a lot in the sky, so I'm quite skilled."

Han Feng chuckled casually and quickly withdrew his index finger.

"Flying a plane is all about micro-management."

Wang Meng saw everything clearly from the side, and even the half-eaten bone in his hand no longer tasted good.

He grabbed the old assault rifle from the table and threw it back against the wall.

"This is inhuman! How are other people supposed to live?"

The Lord cursed and rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his arms.

Gu Yun, who had been standing outside the shed complaining about the mud, finally shut up.

He had originally wanted to find an excuse to have a handgun shooting demonstration with Han Feng at the shooting range.

He immediately extinguished that thought, leaving not a trace of it.

Han Feng ignored everyone's reactions and turned to look at the old, sick man who was still slumped on the ground, questioning his existence.

He took out his identity terminal and swiped it on the old card reader.

"Sir, I just fired two ordinary steel-core bullets, four contribution points, I'll pass them on to you."

Old Tumor stared blankly at the numbers that appeared on the meter, then turned to look at the scrapped Tier 2 armor plate in the mud pit in the distance. His withered lips trembled for a moment, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Han Feng turned and walked out of the shooting range, feeling extremely relieved.

With a cost of only four yuan, it produced the effect of a high-explosive armor-piercing round worth four thousand yuan. This deal was incredibly cheap.

Back in the rest area of ​​Hangar 7, Han Feng sat on the hard bed, his mind filled with the image of that shot.

This is only the sword aura released at the [Master Level].

Having barely scratched the surface of high-frequency spiral force, he was able to bring about a qualitative leap in ordinary gunpowder weapons.

If you continue to improve your proficiency, you can master this skill to a certain level, even a higher level.

What is the limit of blood and qi compression?

Hand-crafted railgun?

Han Feng even regretted not having mastered this move sooner when he fought the Black Iron Earth Dragon last night.

If the spiral sword energy had been directly attached to the 30mm cannon shell, it would probably have pierced through the earth dragon's skull to its tail in one shot, without needing to use so many expensive ammunition.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The stern air raid siren sounded again, and the entire Sharp Sword Team took off to carry out a routine patrol mission in the northern area.

Han Feng piloted the cumbersome "Grey Donkey" hovering at a low altitude of three thousand meters, circling and circling above the abandoned mine pit in the northern district.

He originally planned to take advantage of the afternoon's mission to find a few more lone monsters to practice on, consolidate his newly mastered spiral sword energy, and also speed up his sword bone transformation progress.

It hung in the sky for more than two hours.

The radar screen was completely clean; not a single red dot appeared.

Han Feng refused to believe in superstition and even activated his [Spiritual Vision] talent, which consumes a great deal of mental energy, to scan the mine and the strange rock formations below.

Apart from some mutated reptiles hiding in the cracks of rocks, which are not even half a level, we didn't see even a slightly larger wild mouse.

The entire North District was deserted and eerily quiet.

Wang Meng's rough laughter came through the communication channel: "Han Feng, stop looking."

"You went on a rampage this morning, the machine guns were practically never stopping. Every single monster within a ten-mile radius with a brain was scared out of its wits and ran away into the deepest tunnels."

Han Feng reluctantly pulled up the control lever.

His "boredom" actually brought great news to the farm.

Because the air and ground threats in the northern area have been completely eliminated, this area has become a safe zone.

The combine harvesters below didn't need to guard against any sneak attacks; they simply pushed their engine power to the limit, floored the accelerator, and frantically devoured the ripe purple wheat.

Efficiency increased several times over.

As the sun completely sank below the horizon in the evening, the fighter jet formation returned to land.

Deputy Director Zhou Ping scrambled off the jeep, his work clothes covered in mud, but a broad smile spread across his face.

"It's ahead of schedule! The overall progress is a full day ahead of time!"

Zhou Ping's excited voice echoed on the runway, "Thanks to your team's cover, this entire batch of goods will be in storage tonight, not a single grain was wasted!"

The control tower doors opened not far away, and Director Lei Zhen strode out.

This tough, one-armed man, who usually has a stern face, burst into laughter today, which is quite rare.

He swung his heavy mechanical right arm sharply, the alloy joints making a crisp clanging sound.

"Let's light a bonfire in the open-air plaza tonight!"

"Bring out all the meat and wine from the farm's warehouse to give everyone a proper welcome!"

The rules in the wasteland are that simple and brutal.

If you win the battle and make money, you should eat meat and drink wine to your heart's content.

Night fell quickly.

Three large bonfires, each two stories high, were lit in the open-air square of Jinsui Farm.

A dozen or so Tier 1 Iron-skinned Pigs and Windblade Wolves, skinned and cleaned, were strung together with thick steel bars and roasted over a fire.

Coarse salt and cheap spices were sprinkled on top in large quantities.

The intense heat licked at the monster's thick fat, making it sizzle and crackle.

Golden fat dripped into the fire, sparking a shower of dazzling sparks and releasing a rich aroma of meat.

Hundreds of farm workers and retired veterans of the exoskeleton guard sat around a fire, cutting roasted meat with daggers and gulping down cheap, spicy liquor from their military water bottles.

Wang Meng, carrying an iron vat the size of a large bowl, squeezed next to Han Feng and slapped Han Feng on the back.

"drink!"

Wang Meng grinned widely, "That was awesome today!"

Han Feng took the iron vat, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The fiery liquid rolled down his throat into his stomach, where it was immediately broken down and transformed by his powerful digestive system, which was at the eighth level of body tempering.

In this precarious world, only high-calorie food and pure strength can bring the most genuine comfort.

Just as everyone was celebrating, team leader Zhang Hao walked over carrying a large iron platter.

The plate contained a large piece of roasted, golden-brown mutated lizard leg meat, firm in texture and brimming with spiritual energy.

Zhang Hao placed the iron plate on the small wooden table in front of Han Feng and sat down next to him.

"Eating while checking the terminal."

Zhang Hao picked up the wine flask at his waist and took a sip. "The farm's financial system just finished processing the accounts, and half of the mission rewards have been settled ahead of schedule."

Han Feng immediately tapped the identity terminal on his wrist.

A faint light appeared on the virtual screen.

[Account Change Notification: 40000 Alliance Contribution Points transferred.]

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