High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 83 Mastery of Sword Control

Han Feng locked the heavy iron door of the temporary barracks, took out the crystal-clear jade bamboo shoot heart from the nanmu box, and without thinking, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

It no longer has that violent burning sensation I felt when I ate raw Crimson Blood Dragon Ginseng before.

The second-grade superior spiritual implant melted upon entering the mouth, instantly transforming into an extremely cool and mellow jade liquid that slid directly down the throat into the abdominal cavity.

The panel responded immediately.

The sword bone, which had only recently awakened, was like a sponge that had dried up for a hundred years, and began to frantically devour the high-purity medicinal power.

Han Feng sat cross-legged on the cot, closing his eyes and holding his breath.

He could clearly hear the sounds coming from inside his body.

That was the deep, metallic resonance emanating from the spinal dragon.

This is not an auditory hallucination, but a sound caused by the rapid increase in bone density and the resulting physical qualitative change.

The medicinal properties of the jade bamboo shoot are extremely mild, yet long-lasting and robust.

This torrent of emerald green energy continuously washed over his limbs and bones.

The meridians, which were originally somewhat fragile due to the high-intensity extraction, became wider and stronger at a visible speed under the nourishment of this vitality.

A full hour passed.

Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his chest bulged, and he spat out a condensed, yet persistent, white arrow of energy.

The white vapor spun rapidly in mid-air, emitting an extremely sharp whistling sound.

Like an invisible sword, with a crisp "ding," it directly chiseled a shallow pit the size of a fingernail into the alloy wall panel opposite.

Exhale like a sword!

Han Feng clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a series of popping sounds.

Physical strength increased by 30% compared to before taking the medication.

He then activated his [Spiritual Vision] talent.

The world around me had completely changed in my field of vision.

There's no need to deliberately concentrate and overdraw your brainpower; it's just the tiny dust particles suspended in the air and the blue current flowing through the psionic conduits embedded in the walls.

Even the energy afterimage left by a fly flapping its wings outside the corridor is clearly visible.

The clarity of vision and the range of perception have undergone a qualitative leap.

I glanced at the system panel.

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Level 8 (850/1600)]

[Sword Bone Transformation Progress: 37/100]

Spending 300 spirit coins had an immediate effect.

For the next three days, Golden Harvest Farm fell into an extremely eerie calm.

Lei Zhen issued a direct order to withdraw all harvesters back to the No. 3 core area and abandon all the tens of thousands of acres of abandoned farmland on the periphery.

The searchlights and reconnaissance drones on the high ground keep a 24-hour, all-around view of the surrounding fog area.

The roars of low-level demonic beasts could be heard from the depths of the fog zone from time to time.

Strangely, for three whole days, not a single monster dared to charge into the fray.

The calmer the atmosphere, the uglier the faces of the veterans on the farm became.

Those who have experienced the great catastrophe know that this oppressive atmosphere, where even mutated rats dare not show their faces, is a unique clearing period before a large-scale beast tide erupts.

With high-level demonic beasts backing them up, all the cannon fodder were gathered together.

The Sharp Sword Team switched to a two-shift routine patrol.

Han Feng didn't care how tense the situation was outside; he treated this oppressive lull as a golden opportunity to hone his skills.

As long as the logistics support can provide fuel and psionic batteries, he basically spends all his time in the cockpit of the "Grey Donkey".

While others patrol and relax, he patrols at an altitude of 3,000 meters, risking his life.

On the afternoon of the third day, a layer of hazy gray haze appeared on the horizon.

The "gray donkey" roared and weaved above the thick clouds.

【Sword Control Technique: Proficient (1999/2000)】

The progress bar has been stuck at this bottleneck for half a day now.

Han Feng could sense that conventional rolls and dives could no longer extract any more proficiency from this old machine.

To break through the barrier of the master level, you have to be ruthless.

"It's just one step away from success."

Han Feng pushed the throttle valve hard, and the speed of the machine body directly approached the subsonic critical point.

While flying at full speed and level, he gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, shouted loudly, and pulled back sharply!

Without any deceleration or buffering, the immense blood and energy of the eighth level of Body Tempering were poured into the spiritual energy circuit without reservation.

The heavy support aircraft, weighing over ten tons, pulled itself up in the air at a 90-degree right angle, completely defying aerodynamics!

The immense and terrifying overload force slammed into Han Feng instantly, pressing him firmly against the hard rubber seat.

The body's vital energy and blood value instantly evaporated by a full fifty points, and the fighter jet's load-bearing alloy main beam emitted a sharp, metallic, twisting groan.

It's not over yet!

The moment the fighter jet shot vertically upwards, Han Feng's eyes became bloodshot, and his mental energy burst forth from his body like a floodgate opening.

This spiritual force spread through the cockpit's neural connection system and instantly enveloped the entire fuselage of the "Grey Donkey".

He forcefully slammed on the rudder.

With the nose of the aircraft as the absolute center, the massive fuselage violently swung out in an extremely violent semi-circular loop on the horizontal plane!

"boom!"

The surrounding air was forcibly cut through by the extremely violent maneuver, creating a visible white sonic boom cloud beneath the fuselage.

At the very instant the extreme drift was completed, the system's crisp notification sound finally exploded deep within my mind.

[Ding! Sword Control Technique Proficiency Breakthrough!]

[Sword Control Skill Level Upgraded to: Proficient (0/4000)]

As soon as the notification tone ended, a massive stream of information, large enough to burst an ordinary person's brain, was violently and directly poured into Han Feng's brain.

This is not the simple accumulation of operational experience as before, but a complete subversion of cognition.

Before this, Han Feng piloted the fighter jet by using his vital energy as a powerful engine, using brute force and micro-management to forcibly change the physical trajectory of the aircraft.

In essence, the fighter jets are still just a bunch of inanimate objects under his control.

But after this information flow swept through, everything changed.

The interwoven psionic circuits within the "Grey Donkey" completely transformed into an extension of his body's meridians.

The heavy alloy frame served as an extension of his limbs and bones.

Every slight change in drag caused by the cold air at high altitude brushing against the wing skin, and the subtle vibrations from the explosion of psionic fuel in the engine combustion chamber.

Even the slight deformation of a fixing screw at the tail of the machine under overload conditions.

All of this was fed back to Han Feng's nerve endings in real time in the form of an extremely clear data stream.

Immediately following, a second, even more profound wave of information arrived.

Blood Refining Sacrifice Technique, Spirit Nourishing Sword Technique, Bone Forging and Edge Melting Technique —

A complete system of ancient sword cultivation knowledge was etched deep into his memory like a red-hot branding iron.

This knowledge transcends the limitations of dimensions and eras, but it has only one core.

How to refine a piece of ordinary iron step by step into a supreme flying sword that is connected to one's own bloodline and mind.

Han Feng was breathing heavily. Before he could digest these terrifying cultivation methods, an extremely violent energy shock suddenly erupted from his body.

On the pale blue virtual panel, another line of dazzling crimson-gold characters popped up, the edges of the characters even carrying a faint electric light.

[Triggering the class-specific core mechanic—Skill Shaping!]

[In-depth skill mastery, let's begin!]

A surge of violent energy, far exceeding the concept of a second-tier spiritual plant, pierced directly through the cockpit canopy of the fighter jet.

This energy, without any buffering through the meridians, poured into Han Feng's crown with an extremely domineering force, rushing straight to his limbs, bones, and the deepest part of his soul!