High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 90 Missiles Curve and Shoot Heads! This is called Sword Control!

Han Feng stopped the gray donkey and opened the hatch.

The Qi and Blood panel showed only 12 points remaining, and all the muscles in my body were spasming uncontrollably due to overexertion.

He immediately pulled out two "Rhino" brand mid-level recovery potions, bit off the stoppers, tilted his head back, and poured them into his mouth.

The violent bio-energy exploded in the abdominal cavity, and the meridians greedily absorbed the medicinal power, filling the depleted dantian back to its original state.

He braced himself against the edge of the fuselage with one hand and jumped off.

Wang Meng, bald and covered in sweat and mud, strode over: "Brother, are you made of iron? How could you stop like this?"

Zhang Hao followed behind with a grim expression: "The gray donkeys are out of ammunition, and there's no cover from the air now. Those tunnel worms down below are still destroying buildings, and the defensive line could collapse at any moment."

Han Feng quickly surveyed the helipad.

The ground was riddled with holes by those insects.

"I need a fighter jet in full service."

Han Feng spoke very quickly, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the tarmac.

"The runway is not enough, and the fuselage is too heavy to take off."

It must stop closest to the break and have the highest thrust-to-weight ratio.

His gaze swept past several crooked, old-fashioned fighter jets and landed directly on a white and red "Peregrine".

That's Gu Yun's car.

The aircraft was parked at gate number five, exactly thirty meters behind the runway break, with four psionic air-to-air missiles gleaming under its wings.

Most importantly, it is much lighter than the gray donkey.

Gu Yun followed Han Feng's gaze and her face turned pale instantly.

He rushed over and spread his arms to block the fighter jet.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Gu Yun raised her voice eight octaves, "This is my Alice!"

I just got it polished and waxed. It's not one of those crappy support aircraft; the way you're flying it will break its frame!

Wang Meng stepped forward, grabbed Gu Yun by the collar of his white flight suit, and lifted him off the ground.

"The brothers on the city walls are risking their lives to defend the line, and you're here yelling about your wife?"

Wang Meng spat all over Gu Yun's face. "Believe it or not, I'll chop you into pieces with an axe right now!"

Zhang Hao stood to the side, making no attempt to stop them.

Gu Yun's face flushed red. He looked at Wang Meng's fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and then at the living area where flames were shooting into the sky not far away. His back teeth clenched so hard they made a grinding sound.

"I can only lend it to you once!"

Gu Yun glared at Han Feng angrily, "Don't you dare push the G-force too high! If there's even a scratch on the fuselage, I'm not letting you off the hook!"

Han Feng ignored him and climbed up the boarding stairs, pulling open the canopy.

Han Feng froze as soon as he poked his head inside.

The entire cockpit was lit with pink and purple ambient lighting, and the startup screen on the main control screen featured a two-dimensional anime character dressed as a maid.

The worst part is that the joystick is covered with a fluffy pink cat paw cover.

Han Feng's eye twitched. He ripped off the annoying cat paw cover and tossed it behind the seat.

He grabbed the communications helmet and put it on his head, his blood and energy flowing from his palms into the fighter jet's control interface.

boom!

The fighter jet's psionic reactor was activated instantly.

This "Peregrine Falcon," which was modified at great expense by the Gu Yun family, has core components that far exceed military standards, and its psionic circuits are as transparent as those of a mid-grade magic weapon.

As soon as the perception of the [Sword Control Technique] extended, the feedback was light and sharp, like an extremely sharp sword, completely without the sluggish metallic resistance of the gray donkey.

Han Feng glanced at the track outside.

There were less than eighty meters of usable length between them and the massive trench ahead.

Without any hesitation, he pushed the throttle valve all the way down with his right hand.

A powerful, dark blue tail flame erupted instantly, and the lightweight fuselage shot forward with a terrifying sense of acceleration.

Sixty meters!

Seventy meters!

The moment the front landing gear burst through the break, a feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

Han Feng once again poured most of the blood and energy he had just recovered into the machine's central control system, using the [Sword Control Technique] to forcibly lift it up!

The sword bone, which had progressed to over forty percent, emitted a low, metallic crackling sound within the body.

Under the combined pull of Qi and thrust, the nose of this mid-grade magic weapon fighter jet violently rose upwards.

It scraped the mud off the edge of the crack, and with a sonic boom, it rose abruptly from the ground!

On the ground, Gu Yun covered her face, looking at the wing surface that had been stretched to its limit, and trembled with heartache.

Take off.

One hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Han Feng didn't climb higher; he just hovered at low altitude.

[Spiritual Vision] is fully activated, and the Golden Harvest Farm below is now mostly covered by dark red blood mist.

Although his physical field of vision was less than fifty meters, in Han Feng's eyes, those second-tier demonic beasts radiating high heat radiation were as dazzling as searchlights in the dark.

Twelve second-order tunnel worms are scattered along the edges of the buildings in the living area.

These beasts are extremely cunning. They burrow out a hole from the ground, spew out a large glob of high-pressure acid, and then, before the anti-aircraft guns can be turned around, quickly retreat back into the ground and come back in another place.

The machine gun was completely useless.

The firing window is only a second or two. From radar detection to cannon warm-up, there's simply not enough time to keep up with their speed of burrowing underground.

Han Feng pushed the control lever hard, lowering the altitude to just over 100 meters.

The crosshairs of the fire control system were locked onto a mound of earth next to Warehouse No. 3 below.

puff!

A tunnel worm as thick as a water vat burst out of the ground, its mouthparts glowing with a ghastly green acidic liquid.

Han Feng tapped his fingers repeatedly, forcibly locking onto the fire control radar, and then pressed down hard on the missile launch button with his right thumb.

Beneath the wing, a psionic combat missile, trailing a plume of flame, detached from its pylon and hurtled downwards.

But less than half a second after the missile was launched, the worm seemed to sense the deadly threat from above.

It didn't even spray acid; its massive body suddenly shrank back and instantly burrowed back into the bottomless pit.

drop-!

Inside the fighter jet's cockpit, the fire control radar emitted a sharp, long unlock alarm.

Infrared tracking was lost, and the target disappeared from the radar screen. Unguided, the missile, carried by inertia, hurtled straight toward the edge of the empty crater, about to explode in the deserted open ground.

Han Feng's eyes narrowed.

Just as the missile, worth tens of thousands of contribution points, was about to miss its target, his [Sword Control Technique], which was operating at its maximum, suddenly generated a strange resonance.

Han Feng keenly observed that although the fire control system was unlocked, the weak psionic communication link between the fighter jet's main brain and the missile had not been broken.

That's the energy channel used to transmit detonation commands and flight attitude data.

Almost instinctively, Han Feng forcefully pushed a wisp of spiritual energy into the psionic link through his hands gripping the control stick.

boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in my mind.

Han Feng's perspective suddenly split in a strange way.

Not only could he see the view outside the cockpit, but he could also clearly picture the missile's guidance head in his mind!

He could feel the scorching heat from the missile's tail thruster and the resistance of the missile's wings cutting through the air.

"Zijian?"

A concept from the [Sword Control Technique] popped into Han Feng's mind. If the fighter jet is the main sword, then the missiles it carries are the separated sub-swords, aren't they?!

The blood and qi of the late stage of the eighth level of body tempering surged through that spiritual link without reservation.

He used the method of controlling a flying sword to forcibly take control of the out-of-control missile!

midair.

The air-to-air missile, which was about to crash into the muddy ground, suddenly had a faint layer of blood-red energy shining on its surface.

The missile wings, which had become stiff due to losing their target, emitted a tooth-grinding mechanical protest sound and abruptly changed their deflection angle in mid-air.

To everyone's astonishment, the missile, at a height of less than five meters above the ground, drew a near-ninety-degree vertical acute angle in a way that defied the laws of physics!

It was like a flying snake with eyes, precisely plunging upside down into the deep burrow where the tunnel worm had just retreated!

0.5 seconds later.

The earth suddenly arched upwards.

Boom!

A muffled explosion came from deep underground.

The soil in front of Warehouse No. 3 was ripped into the air, accompanied by countless ghastly green acid and worm-like purplish-black pieces of flesh, which exploded into the sky like a fountain.

A crater more than ten meters in diameter appeared on the ground.

A Tier 2 tunnel worm was blown to bits by a missile in the sealed underground passage!

【Ding. 】

[The host has been detected to have completed the extension and manipulation of the mental link, fulfilling the prerequisite.]

[Master the core skill "Sword Technique: Remote Sensing with Divine Sense" (Beginner: 1/1000).]

[Characteristic: It can separate a wisp of divine thought and attach it to a connected sub-body for remote control. The accuracy and distance are affected by the strength of the divine thought and the stability of the connection.]

A pale gold system notification refreshed on the retina.

Han Feng gripped the joystick tightly, listening to the echoing system notifications in his mind, feeling his blood boiling.

Remote sensing with divine thought!

This means that as long as there is a psionic link, all the firearms he fires will no longer be restricted by rigid fire control radar.

This is tantamount to giving these cold weapons a second life.

This isn't flying a plane; it's clearly flying on a sword!

Han Feng looked up, and in his [Spiritual Vision] field of vision, the remaining eleven tunnel worms were still causing trouble everywhere.

His eyes revealed an undisguised fervor.

"No matter how deep you hide underground, you're all going to die today!"

The fighter jet's engines roared loudly, and the Alice-painted wings drew a sharp red and white afterimage in mid-air.

Han Feng flipped his hands, and the machine tilted and flipped over.

Without even glancing at them, the fire control radar locked onto two red heat sources that had just emerged from the soil below.

Both missiles detached from their mounting racks simultaneously.

He even skipped the radar lock-on procedure!

The two runaway air-to-air missiles were completely unruly in mid-air.

The two worms had barely opened their mouths, and before they could even spit out any acid, they saw two metallic lumps trailing flames make several strange turns in the air.