High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 95: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain?

The foremost Tier 2 peak mutated pterosaur opened its blood-red maw, spraying a glob of ghastly green, high-pressure acid directly into the fighter jet's cockpit.

Han Feng firmly pressed down on the control stick with both hands and slammed his foot on the rudder.

The fighter jet, weighing over ten tons, nimbly swerved in mid-air, the acid spraying past its left wing and corroding the surrounding air, producing acrid white smoke.

In the instant he dodged the attack, Han Feng suddenly pulled up the nose of the plane, and the 30mm cannon under the fuselage roared deafeningly.

The immense blood and qi from the late stage of the eighth level of body tempering flowed into the fire control system without reservation through his arms.

The master-level [Sword Qi Release] technique is frantically compressed, and the high-frequency spiral force clings tightly to the armor-piercing incendiary round as it leaves the barrel.

Several shells completely deviated from the conventional straight-line physical trajectory.

Han Feng activated his [Spiritual Vision], already anticipating the escape route of the giant bat behind him.

The armor-piercing bullet, spinning with a spiraling force, drew an extremely tricky arc in the air, avoiding the bat's thick frontal armor and striking precisely at the most vulnerable point on its right wing root.

boom!

The firelight illuminated the night sky. The high-frequency spiraling force of the fire instantly exploded, completely shredding half of the giant bat's body into countless pieces of minced meat.

The massive, mangled body lost its balance and spun as it crashed to the ground.

A gold notification pops up on the system panel at the bottom of the screen.

[Sword Technique - Sword Qi Release Proficiency +5].

The intense fighting continues.

Just then, in the higher-dimensional vision of [Spirit Vision], five faint energy orbs suddenly shot out from the smoke-filled cave entrance below.

Two of the light clusters spread fleshy wings on their backs and flew rapidly along the ground and treetops.

The other three orbs of light darted directly into the dense forest, frantically fleeing on all fours in different directions.

Han Feng sat in the cockpit, not even glancing at the group of people.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain.

Trying to pull this kind of trick at a life-or-death moment is too naive.

In his [Spiritual Vision] field of vision, the energy intensity radiated by the five fleeing light orbs was at most at the early to mid-stage level of the second rank.

The truly conspicuous, high-energy ball of light, radiating intense purplish-red malevolence, remained firmly embedded in the deepest part of the cave, not having moved an inch.

High-value targets have not yet emerged.

Han Feng completely ignored the bait and focused all his attention on the troublesome flying monsters in front of him.

Under the forceful activation of the old deacon's berserk technique, the remaining six demonic beasts completely lost their sense of pain and reason, and fearlessly crashed into the fighter jet despite the metal storm of the machine gun.

Even with its wings broken, it still opens its mouth and tries to bite off a piece of alloy skin.

Han Feng's hands blurred into afterimages, and the sword bones within his body, which were at 45% transformation stage, unleashed a powerful supporting force.

With the enhancement of the master-level "Sword Control Technique", the "Peregrine Falcon" fighter jet began its performance in this narrow airspace.

Large-angle sideslip, continuous small-radius rolls, and sudden stop in mid-air.

A full minute of high-intensity, extreme dogfighting.

With the final roar of a machine gun, the head of the last berserk pterosaur was blasted apart by an armor-piercing bullet imbued with a spiraling force.

The headless corpse, spraying purplish-black poisonous blood, crashed heavily onto the wasteland below.

On the cockpit instrument panel, the red ammunition warning light began flashing frantically.

The machine gun ammunition was completely exhausted.

Without any hesitation, Han Feng pressed his right thumb directly onto the red launch button at the top of the joystick.

The weapon rack on the right side spews out flames.

The second psionic combat missile, loaded with high-energy armor-piercing explosive, detached from the fuselage, trailing a dark blue flame.

A powerful wisp of spiritual energy instantly attached itself to the array patterns at the tip of the missile.

"Divine Sense Remote Sensing" was launched with a vengeance.

The two-meter-long killing weapon deftly drew a downward arc in mid-air, precisely following its previous trajectory, and plunged headfirst into the dark cave entrance.

Inside the cave.

"boom!"

A violent explosion echoed again within the cavern. An orange-red fireball engulfed everything.

The hastily formed bone shield in front of the old deacon shattered with a deafening roar.

Hundreds of bone fragments mixed with shrapnel flew everywhere. The violent shockwave slammed solidly into his withered chest.

He was thrown more than ten meters away, his back slamming heavily against the hard rock wall, his mouth agape as he spewed out mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The old monster's aura instantly weakened to the extreme, and the crimson halo that had surrounded him dimmed to the point of being almost invisible.

Amidst the swirling dust, the old deacon struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble.

He glanced down at the intact [Nether Embryo] in his arms, then at the illusory blood-red Gu worm attached to the surface of the Nether Embryo, representing the remnant soul of the "Long Nail".

Then, his gaze fell on a spot not far away.

Blood Four's enormous and mutated body lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing.

The bone shield had blocked most of the armor-piercing damage, but the internal organ shock from the explosion completely destroyed Xue Si's already exhausted body, leaving him unable to move.

Extreme cruelty and ruthlessness flashed across the old deacon's withered and twisted face.

He dragged his broken right arm and limped to Xue Si's side.

"My Lord, save me!"

Blood foam gushed from Xue Si's mouth, and his voice was weak.

"Rest assured, the Church will not forget your contributions," the old deacon said in a hoarse voice.

Before he could finish speaking, the old deacon suddenly stretched out his only remaining left hand and pressed it against the top of Xue Si's head, which was covered with purplish-black armor.

The remaining blood energy in his body circulated wildly, forming a small blood-red vortex in his palm.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

Xue Si's eyes widened suddenly, and he let out an extremely shrill, inhuman scream.

His massive body began to shrivel rapidly.

The essence, life force, and even fragments of the soul beneath the skin flowed wildly down the old deacon's left arm.

In just a few seconds, Blood Four turned into a completely dried and ugly mummy.

The shell shattered and rotted on the ground.

Having absorbed the full power of a peak second-tier Blood Fusionist, the old deacon's aura, which was originally on the verge of collapse, was forcibly increased by 30%.

The sunken sternum emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound as the severed meridians were forcibly reconnected.

He picked up the purplish-black fetus, his gaze fixed on the illusory blood gu that represented the long nail.

"Long Spike, this is the last time you'll pave the way for the cult."

The old deacon's voice echoed in the cave, carrying a sense of desperate madness.

At the same time, high in the sky.

Han Feng had just placed his hand on the launch button for the third missile, preparing to finish off the person in the cave.

Suddenly, an extremely piercing electromagnetic noise came through the cockpit headset. This noise lasted for less than two seconds before disappearing completely.

Immediately afterwards, Lei Zhen's rough voice, filled with extreme ecstasy, exploded across the full-frequency communication channel.

"Han Feng! I heard a reply! That damned blood mist over the farm has dissipated! Communication is back!"

Han Feng pressed the microphone switch on his throat, his voice steady: "I heard it very clearly. I cornered the target in a cave fifteen kilometers to the northwest. I didn't let him escape."

"Well done! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Lei Zhen burst into laughter on the other end of the communicator, with the background noise filled with the roar of large-caliber chain guns.

"Your task now is to keep a close watch on them!"

Lei Zhen's tone suddenly became extremely excited and fierce: "The rapid reaction force of Donghai Fortress City has arrived! A full-strength Po Jun airship assault team!"

The leader of the team was Colonel Xing Tianzhu of the city defense army, a peak third-tier soldier!

They're only 10 kilometers northwest of you, a maximum of three minutes away!

"Keep a close watch on that hole! Not a single mosquito is allowed to escape, not even if the King of Heaven himself comes!"

"receive."

Han Feng pushed the throttle valve flat.

The Peregrine Falcon fighter jet entered a stable circling posture at an altitude of 1,000 meters.

He turned his head and glanced at the two remaining psionic combat missiles on the weapon rack on his right.

My finger rests lightly on the launch button.

The azure halo of [Spiritual Vision] pierced through the cockpit glass, locking onto the smoke-filled cave below.

three minutes.

Let's see what tricks these cultists can pull in these last three minutes.