High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Xiao Li's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He pointed at Han Feng, his fingers trembling.

"You madman, tell me the truth."

"Are you possessed by some old monster?"

Fat Tiger nodded sheepishly, forgetting to put down the wrench in his hand.

Zhou Wen silently pushed up his glasses and put down the data terminal in his hand.

He uttered a sentence in a low voice, almost like a dream.

"It is true that people's physical constitutions cannot be generalized."

Liao Ming, standing to the side, had his mouth slightly open, unable to close it for a long time.

The way he looked at Han Feng was no longer that of someone looking at an apprentice.

That's like looking at a gold mine!

He felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

boom! boom! boom!

I've struck gold!

That was the only thought in his mind.

He never dreamed that a real dragon would fly out of his dilapidated thatched hut!

This is hardly an apprenticeship.

He's a born engineer!

With a little refinement, not to mention becoming a C-level technician, there is a great chance that they can eventually reach B-level or even the legendary A-level master!

What does it mean to be an A-level engineer?

In any conglomerate, he would be a chief technology officer capable of overseeing the entire region!

For Liao Ming, who was Han Feng's mentor, this achievement will be the most brilliant chapter in his resume!

A tremendous sense of surprise washed over him.

He felt his feet were floating, and his whole body felt light and airy.

Liao Ming did not bother Han Feng any further.

He quietly left the hangar, his movements as light as if he were afraid of disturbing some priceless treasure.

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes, soaked in sweat, from his pocket.

His fingertips trembled, and it took him several attempts to pull out a cigarette.

"bite."

He lit the lighter, and the orange flame reflected on his face, which was flushed red with excitement.

The acrid smoke filled his lungs, finally calming his heart, which was about to leap out of his chest, down a little.

He leaned against the cold metal wall of the hangar, looking at the hazy sky in the distance, and exhaled a long smoke ring with satisfaction.

"Damn it..."

"I'm about to take off!"

"Old Liao, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

Her face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

A lazy voice came from the side.

A hand deftly swiped a cigarette from his cigarette case.

The visitor's name was Wang Kai, the person in charge of the neighboring hangar number four, and also a C-level technician.

The two have similar qualifications, and their technical skills are both at a mid-level within the department.

We usually have a good relationship; he's a typical "slacking-off smoking buddy."

Wang Kai put a cigarette in his mouth and leaned over to borrow a light.

With a "hiss," the flame ignited.

He took a big, satisfying drag and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Look at your shaking hands, you look like you're seriously ill. Did you get angry with the apprentice again?"

He glanced sideways at Liao Ming's still slightly trembling hand, then followed Liao Ming's gaze toward hangar number three.

With just one glance, Wang Kai spotted the figure that had left a deep impression on him.

An apprentice in a gray training uniform was using a psionic screwdriver to dismantle the outer shell of a Peregrine fighter jet.

The movements were so forceful that they didn't seem like repairs, but rather like violent dismantling.

Wang Kai understood instantly.

"Hey, I knew it! You're angry about that kid again?"

He nudged Liao Ming with his elbow, giving him a "I understand you, bro" look.

"Hey Lao Liao, you're just too nice. If it were me, I would have kicked him out long ago."

Wang Kai had heard of Han Feng before.

A poor young man from out of town, who did nothing of substance.

They throw their hard-earned money into places like "aircraft graveyards" every day, just to drive those piles of junk.

What else could this be but a sign of mental illness?

Looking at Han Feng's "reckless behavior" in the hangar, and then at Liao Ming's miserable state of "trembling with anger," Wang Kai felt even more sympathy and contempt.

"Don't get too worked up. It's not worth ruining your health."

Wang Kai patted Liao Ming on the shoulder and began to impart his valuable experience in mentoring apprentices.

"I've heard about this kid. He's not stupid, and he's pretty good with his hands too."

"It's because their minds aren't on the right path; they're always thinking about getting to the top in one step."

"You should find some time to give him a good talking-to."

"Tell him what reality is like, stop him from daydreaming all the time."

"Let him focus his attention and learn the skills from you in a down-to-earth manner."

"There's still a year left. If I work hard, there's still hope of becoming a C-level technician."

"That way, your mentoring performance this year won't be a zero, right?"

Wang Kai's words were truly heartfelt.

At Donghai Martial Arts University, a mentor's promotion depends heavily on the performance of their students.

For people like him and Liao Ming whose skills are stuck in the middle range, apprenticeship is their only hope.

He was genuinely thinking of his old friend.

However, as Liao Ming listened to these words, the expression on his face became increasingly strange.

He squinted at his friend, looking at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

angry?

I'm so excited! I'm thrilled!

Give Han Feng a dressing down? I'd treat him like royalty!

Liao Ming suppressed a laugh and took a deep drag on his cigarette until it was completely empty.

The cigarette butt flickered on my fingertips.

He cleared his throat and spoke in an extremely calm, even somewhat aloof tone.

"Old Wang, your suggestion is excellent."

"But don't offer suggestions next time."

Wang Kai was stunned.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid Han Feng will misunderstand if he hears this," Liao Ming added expressionlessly.

"..."

Wang Kai was completely dumbfounded.

A misunderstanding? What's the misunderstanding?

I'm trying my best to give you advice, and you're still worried about hurting that kid's pride?

He realized that Liao Ming was just being overly protective of his own and too proud to admit it.

Wang Kai, unwilling to give up, glanced into the hangar one more time.

Han Feng had already dismantled the nose section and then went to the wings.

Still with that same fierce demeanor, it quickly removed a large cover plate.

"Old Liao, you can't do this!"

"We're spoiling him too much!"

"Look at the way he's dismantling it, there's absolutely no method to it!"

"If this were an assessment, I'd be eliminated in the very first round!" Wang Kai exclaimed anxiously.

Liao Ming ignored him, instead patting Wang Kai on the shoulder with a mysterious smile.

"Old Wang, I'm not trying to be mean, but..."

"You need to change your mindset."

Liao Ming mimicked his previous tone and said quietly.

"For talented apprentices, we as mentors should give them more room to develop their talents."

"Don't interfere too much."

"Otherwise, a great talent might be buried by all the rules and regulations."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kai's face turned green.

Sarcastic and unsettling!

That's absolutely sarcastic!

Talent? That kid?

If he had talent, even pigs could fly!

Wang Kai thought Liao Ming must be delirious with anger and was talking nonsense.

All my good intentions went to feeding the dog.

"Okay, okay, you're awesome!"

Wang Kai was so angry that he didn't want to say anything more and turned to leave.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Liao Ming grabbed him.

His smile was as bright as a 300-pound child's.