High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 109 This talent is simply unreasonable!

What surprised her was not the plan itself, but Han Feng's insight into the structure of fighter jets.

How can he be so confident?

They dare to claim they can control a "Peregrine Falcon" to simulate a completely different type of third-generation fighter jet.

And it's simulating localized energy flow?

What terrifying computing power would that require?

And how deep of an understanding of energy layout is required?

"Forest worker."

Su Muxue turned to Lin Xue.

"Is his plan feasible?"

Lin Xue and the researchers around her were stunned.

How do they know if it will work?

This kind of cross-model energy simulation is simply a pipe dream.

"You don't need to understand."

Han Feng's voice was calm; he seemed to see through the group's predicament.

He said this to a young researcher operating a holographic model.

"Open the 'Peregrine Falcon' database and retrieve its full-state energy fluid model."

The researcher did as instructed without thinking.

A huge and equally complex 3D model of the Peregrine fighter jet appeared in mid-air.

"Now, enter the following parameters."

Han Feng began to recite a series of complex instructions.

"Yaw angle -7.3 degrees, angle of attack increased to 21 degrees, flaps fully open."

"Simultaneously perform a full roll to the right, maintaining engine output at 75% —"

"Yes, that's the state."

As the researchers manipulated the device, the "playing group" within the holographic model began to perform all sorts of incredible maneuvers.

"Now, capture the energy flow diagram of node G-17 at the root of its left wing."

"Compare the data with the 'Night Falcon' T-45 node map from our static test earlier."

The researcher's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Two seemingly unrelated energy flow diagrams were placed side by side on the main screen.

next second.

"Oh My God----"

The researcher let out a gasp he couldn't hold back.

On the screen, after automatic system calibration and scaling, two graphs are displayed —

They overlap perfectly!

Waveform, peak value, flow velocity, frequency —

Every single piece of data is accurate!

Upon seeing this, a collective gasp filled the laboratory.

The way everyone looked at Han Feng completely changed.

Previously, they had regarded Han Feng as a lucky and somewhat clever C-level technician.

So now, in their eyes, Han Feng is an unfathomable monster!

He wasn't guessing at all!

He really "saw" it!

He can accurately describe the form of energy flow inside a mature fighter jet under what extreme conditions—this is not "understanding".

This is "control"!

Chen Kai stood to the side, his face ashen.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His proud data and theories were utterly crushed in the face of Han Feng's completely unreasonable talent.

It became a complete joke.

A dazzling light finally burst forth in Su Muxue's eyes.

A+ level perception!

She initially thought it was just top-notch investigative talent.

I never imagined that it could play such a terrifying and unreasonable role in the fields of aircraft design and fault diagnosis!

"Do as he says!"

Su Muxue made a decisive decision without any hesitation.

"Go to the hangar immediately, find a used Peregrine, and modify it!"

"I'll pay for it!"

Su Muxue's words were resounding and powerful.

Everyone present, including Zhao Yu, was well aware of the Su family's eldest daughter's style of doing things.

She never cared about the process, only about the results and efficiency.

Money is just a number to her.

Lin Xue immediately snapped out of her daze and turned to give instructions to her team.

"Take action immediately!"

"Retrieve a 'Peregrine' trainer aircraft from the logistics warehouse and request emergency modification authorization!"

"All personnel, grab your tools and follow me to Hangar Seven!"

"yes!"

A group of researchers responded immediately.

The skeptical look in their eyes just moments ago had now transformed into a complex mix of awe and curiosity.

They looked at Han Feng as if he were a god walking among mortals.

Chen Kai's face turned pale and then red, and he stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

He wanted to say something, but seeing Su Muxue's cold profile, he couldn't utter a single word.

With the eldest daughter of the Su family personally issuing the order, the usual cumbersome procedures were all given the green light.

In less than an hour, a slightly worn "Yuji" trainer aircraft was towed into the design institute's private hangar.

The aircraft also underwent a core coupler replacement.

"Mr. Lin, the modification is complete."

A researcher ran over, wiping sweat from his brow, to give a report.

Lin Xue nodded, then turned to look at the holographic model on the control panel, her brows furrowing once again.

Here comes another problem.

"This...this combination of flight attitudes is just too tricky!"

A researcher in charge of simulation felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the series of parameters on the screen.

"A sustained negative 7.3-degree yaw, while simultaneously maintaining a 21-degree angle of attack and full roll."

"This isn't a normal flying maneuver; this is suicide!"

"Let alone flying out, it would be a miracle if it could maintain this posture in the air for more than three seconds without disintegrating."

"This requires the pilot to have an extremely high level of precision in controlling the aircraft."

"Even the slightest error on any control surface can cause the aircraft to lose control instantly."

"This is harder than dancing on a tightrope!"

All eyes turned to the person with the best flying skills present.

Su Muxue.

Su Muxue looked at the data, remained silent for a moment, and slowly shook her head.

"I can't do it."

As one of the top ten A-level elites in the flight academy, she was officially rated as "Peregrine Falcon Seven Stars".

They are already at the very top of the pyramid among the trainees.

"You might be able to try it, albeit barely, in an emulator."

"But in actual operation, there are too many variables, such as airflow in the air and delays in the aircraft's response."

"I'm not confident that I can accurately fly out of this data and maintain it stably, so that the energy flow reaches the simulated state."

"Unless you give me a month to train specifically for this move."

Su Muxue's answer made Lin Xue frown slightly.

Even the Seven Star Peregrine Falcon won't work, so do we need to hire an even more advanced Ragnarok pilot?

To bring in a pilot of that caliber in a short period of time, Su Muxue would probably have to use the Su family's resources.

"I'll do it."

A calm voice broke the silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Han Feng who was speaking.

"you?"

Chen Kai finally found an opportunity to interject and couldn't help but sneer.

"Kid, are you mistaken about something?"

"Your talent lies in perception, not flight!"

Do you know what the "Seven Star Peregrine Falcon" concept means?

"Even Miss Su said she wasn't confident. Are you, a C-level technician, going up there to your death?"

Han Feng ignored the noisy barking.

He simply looked at Su Muxue and said calmly.

"I have practical experience piloting the 'Peregrine Falcon,' and I am also a full member of the Sharp Sword Society."

"Most importantly, I know what kind of feeling is needed."

His gaze was calm and confident, and that composure surprised Su Muxue once again.

She stared at Han Feng for a few seconds before finally nodding.

"it is good."

After obtaining Su Muxue's consent, Han Feng quickly changed into his flight suit.

Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, he boarded the "Youji" training aircraft, which had been temporarily modified.

[Ding! Upgradeable target detected: Low-grade magic artifact "Wandering Collection" (Modified)]

[Establishing a mental connection — Connection successful!]

【Sword Control Technique (Mastery): 0/4000】

Inside the cockpit, Han Feng looked at the familiar instrument panel in front of him and smiled.

What might be an extreme act of suicide for others was, for him, just another form of self-cultivation.

"Tower, Peregrine 01 requests takeoff."

"Cleared for takeoff."

With the roar of its engines, the fighter jet, trailing a blue plume of flame, cleanly and efficiently soared into the sky.

Inside the design institute's circular laboratory, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the massive data monitoring screen in the center.

On the left side of the screen is the target parameter curve that Han Feng had set earlier.

It was a red line full of all sorts of bizarre twists and turns.

On the right, the green line representing the real-time data of "Youji" driven by Han Feng is constantly jumping.

"Here he goes! He's starting to enter the designated stance!"

"A researcher shouted."

On the screen, the green line began to rise abruptly at an incredible angle.

Then it precisely moves towards that red target curve.

"Yaw angle -7.1 degrees — -7.2 degrees — -7.3 degrees! My God, he's stabilized!"

"Angle of attack 20.8 degrees — 21 degrees! Perfect!"

"Roll rate — the data is completely consistent!"

At the control panel, the researchers responsible for data monitoring had their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

The green line representing real-time data seemed to be drawn in by a magnet.

It was perfectly aligned with the red target curve.

The two lines almost perfectly overlap!

smooth!

Precise!

Stablize!

This doesn't look like a person piloting an airplane.

Instead, it is a supercomputer with a pre-programmed sequence that is performing the most precise control.

The breathtakingly smooth feel sent shivers down the spines of all the designers present.

"This—this must have been drawn in the sky with a ruler, right?"