High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

He took the last drag of his cigarette deep into his lungs, the butt exploding into a final spark.

Liao Ming threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the toe of his foot.

"Old Wang, just you wait and see."

Liao Ming placed his hand on his friend's shoulder again, his smile radiating confidence.

"You'll understand when the next C-level technician promotion exam comes around."

After saying that, he ignored Wang Kai, who looked completely puzzled, straightened his collar, and turned to walk back to Hangar No. 3.

That figure stood ramrod straight, every step exuding an air of triumph.

Wang Kai stood there dumbfounded, completely bewildered.

He stared at Liao Ming's inexplicable back, then at Han Feng, who was still "violently dismantling" the machine in hangar number three, his mind a complete mess.

understand?

I don't know anything!

Has Lao Liao given up entirely and completely abandoned treatment?

Wang Kai couldn't understand it, so in the end he could only angrily throw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomp on it hard.

"Neuropathy!"

He cursed and turned back to his hangar number four.

Inside the hangar, his apprentices were diligently gathered around the data terminal, meticulously analyzing fault codes and occasionally discussing them in hushed tones.

Everyone behaved very properly, following a textbook-perfect standard procedure.

Seeing this harmonious scene, Wang Kai's anger finally subsided a bit.

He nodded in satisfaction.

This is what an apprentice should look like!

Reliable, steady, and obedient!

Then look at the one next door; it's a perfect example of lawlessness and negativity.

Old Liao, you'll pay the price for your soft heart and indulgence sooner or later.

Wang Kai shook his head, feeling both sympathy for Liao Ming and a touch of pride in his own brilliant leadership.

He seemed to already foresee the glory of receiving the Outstanding Mentor Award at the end of the year, stepping on Liao Ming's "zero" score.

……

Inside hangar number three.

The atmosphere had shifted from initial tension to an eerie, deathly silence.

Xiao Li, Pang Hu, and Zhou Wen stood there like three wooden stakes, frozen in place.

The tools in their hands had somehow slipped and fallen to the ground.

The three men's gazes, like searchlights, were fixed intently on Han Feng's figure.

Han Feng's movements were not fast, but every step was incredibly precise.

He walked to a certain part of the fuselage, reached out and felt around for a moment, then used the most suitable tool to smoothly remove the protective plate, and then took out a obviously faulty part from a bunch of complicated pipes.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

Half an hour later.

Just as Xiao Li's data terminal finally "dinged" and displayed "Data Export 100%", Han Feng straightened up and dusted off his hands.

At his feet, a tray of parts contained more than twenty faulty parts of varying sizes, neatly stacked together.

Xiao Li looked down at the three innocuous "suggested maintenance" messages listed on his terminal.

Then look up and see the large plate of "spoils of war" at Han Feng's feet.

His worldview shattered.

"You lunatic... Confess honestly, have you been eating the repair manual?"

Fat Tiger patted his round belly, his face full of disbelief.

Zhou Wen silently pushed up his glasses and said in an almost inaudible voice, "I take back what I said yesterday. The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and monsters."

"A monster...this is absolutely a monster!"

Xiao Li muttered to himself.

"We agreed to be lifelong losers at the bottom of society together, but you secretly evolved into Godzilla?"

Just then, the system's notification sound finally arrived in Han Feng's mind.

[The host has completed a full, high-difficulty real-world repair, significantly improving their skill level.]

[When your proficiency in "Mechanical Principles" reaches 100/100, you will automatically upgrade to "Mechanical Principles: Proficient"!]

[Ding! Your Sword Control Technique proficiency has reached 100/100, automatically upgrading to Sword Control Technique: Beginner!]

[Ding! Job change requirements met!]

[Congratulations, host, on becoming an "Apprentice Sword Cultivator"! System fully activated!]

[Triggering skill shaping... Knowledge infusion to begin!]

boom!

A vast yet crystal-clear torrent of information, like a river bursting its banks, instantly flooded Han Feng's mind!

Over the past three years, all the fragments of knowledge he had memorized by rote and only partially understood were forcibly shattered, reassembled, and optimized by an invisible force at this moment!

The energy cycle model of the psionic engine.

Rune algorithm logic of flight control system.

Compatibility of weapon-mounted energy nodes.

Countless points of knowledge were connected, integrated, and merged, ultimately forming a complete and rigorous knowledge palace in his mind.

Many problems that I couldn't understand before suddenly became clear.

He even deduced some more efficient repair techniques from this integrated knowledge, which were never mentioned in the manuals.

Han Feng exhaled a long breath, feeling that the whole world had become clearer and more transparent in front of him.

Just then, Liao Ming walked in.

He first glanced down at the faulty parts that Han Feng had found in the parts tray, and the satisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed like a tangible light.

"Alright, stop standing there like idiots."

He clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"The winner of this assessment is Han Feng."

Liao Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap in the silent hangar.

Although Xiao Li and his two companions had expected this, upon hearing the result with their own ears, their faces were still filled with disappointment and envy.

"The rest of you, keep up the good work."

Liao Ming added another sentence, his gaze sweeping over them.

Then, he looked at Han Feng, his serious expression replaced by an exaggeratedly warm smile.

"Han Feng, you're something else! You've been hiding your true strength all along!"

Liao Ming stepped forward and forcefully patted Han Feng's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand.

"You awakened your talent, but didn't even tell your mentor?"

"I just awakened, so I'm still a bit unstable." Han Feng scratched his head, continuing to use this versatile excuse.

"If it's this unstable, what would happen if it were stable?"

Liao Ming laughed heartily, feeling incredibly happy.

He waved his hand and spoke loudly.

"Let's go! To celebrate having a genius in our team, it's on me today!"

"Stop working, everyone. Go upstairs, I'll show you the cooking skills of a C-level technician!"

"The second floor?"

Fat Tiger's eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs.

"Is that the legendary elite restaurant where you can eat monster meat at every meal?"

"That's right!"

Liao Ming waved his hand with an air of bravado, "Today, you'll eat your fill!"

"Long live Director Liao!"

Fat Tiger was the first to cheer, his stomach rumbling in response.

Xiao Li and Zhou Wen also shook off their earlier disappointment, their faces now filled with excited smiles.

Even though I didn't get the reward, being able to have a free meal on the second floor is still a great thing!

……

On the second floor of the college cafeteria is the "Elite Restaurant," exclusively for C-level technicians.

The environment here is a completely different world from the general cafeteria on the first floor.

Bright lights, gleaming tables and chairs, and the air filled not with the strange smell of nutritional paste, but with an intensely rich aroma of meat.

Liao Ming found a seat by the window and quickly placed a few orders on the ordering terminal.

Soon, steaming hot dishes were served.

Braised iron-feathered bird with a deep reddish-brown color, steamed silver-scaled fish with translucent, jade-like flesh, and a plate of stir-fried wolf tendon with a golden, glistening sheen...

All of them are carefully prepared using the flesh and blood of first-tier demonic beasts, and each dish contains pure spiritual energy.

Fat Tiger's mouth was watering so much that if Liao Ming hadn't been sitting there, he probably would have buried his face in the plate.

"Eat up, don't be shy."

Liao Ming greeted him with a smile.