High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Han Feng's expression turned serious.

"The first challenge the day after tomorrow will definitely be simulation training."

Gao Fei leaned closer, speaking in a mysterious tone.

"That guy Fang Jian, his nickname is 'Mad Dog'."

"He likes to play dirty tricks, especially choosing death scenarios where there is a slim chance of survival."

"For example, escorting important figures during a beast tide."

"Or, use a solo player to infiltrate the monster's lair for reconnaissance."

Gao Fei's face was filled with apprehension.

"He never checks your task completion rate."

"It all depends on your reaction and actions in a desperate situation."

"Any mistake, any hesitation, will be magnified by him infinitely."

"Then they're immediately eliminated."

"Last year, a scion of a prominent inner-city family got in through connections."

"We were a step too slow during the simulated combat."

"Fang Jian verbally abused him in front of everyone."

"He was called a 'coward in a flight suit,' and he was kicked out on the spot."

Han Feng silently memorized this information.

It seems that the evaluation the day after tomorrow will be a tough battle.

"And another thing," Gao Fei said, taking a sip of water.

"None of the people who participated in the evaluation with you are good people."

"Brother Han Feng, I'm not trying to discourage you."

"You'd better be on your toes for the evaluation the day after tomorrow."

Han Feng remained silent.

He raised his head.

"I see."

pressure?

It all started with my first flight of the CJ-3 at the aircraft graveyard.

Every step he takes challenges the limits of the world.

"Thanks, Gao Fei, this information is very useful."

"Hey, don't mention it!"

Gao Fei waved his hand and chuckled.

Han Feng glanced at his personal terminal.

It was already 9:30 p.m.

He didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the door.

"Hey? Brother Han Feng, it's past midnight, where are you going?"

Gao Fei shouted from behind.

"Let's go to the simulation training ground."

Han Feng's voice came from outside the door.

Gao Fei stood there, stunned.

He looked at the closed door.

After a long while, he began to talk to himself.

"This guy... is a lunatic too."

Late at night, all was quiet at Donghai Martial Arts University.

Autonomous patrol cars glided silently along the main road.

Han Feng walked through the quiet campus.

His new roommate Gao Fei's words brought him to his senses completely.

A letter of recommendation is a stepping stone, but also a huge target.

To gain a foothold in an elite place like the "Sharp Sword Society," relying solely on Engineer Zhao's connections is far from enough.

He has to prove himself.

Show that true strength that will leave that "mad dog" speechless.

A dozen minutes later, a huge domed building appeared before his eyes.

—Multifunctional simulation training center.

This is one of the most expensive parts of the college.

It contains a flight simulator, a mecha combat platform, and a virtual urban warfare space.

The hall was brightly lit.

Even late at night, many students are still working hard here.

Han Feng walked to the front desk.

He handed his student card to a short-haired girl who was dozing off inside.

"Hello, I need a full-sensory flight simulator training pod."

The girl lazily raised her eyelids.

Her gaze swept over the student ID card.

The moment I saw the blue badge that represented a C-level technician, my sleepiness vanished instantly.

He sat up a bit straighter.

"Student, the simulation training pod costs 100 contribution points per hour. How long do you plan to use it?"

"Drive for four hours first."

Han Feng's tone was very calm.

"OK."

The girl immediately started operating the terminal.

[Trainee Han Feng has spent 400 contribution points.]

A deduction notification came from my personal terminal.

Han Feng's eyelids didn't even twitch.

"Training pod A-37, follow me."

The girl stood up and led him through the spacious hall.

We arrived at a heavy alloy door.

Behind the door is another space.

Dozens of huge white metal spheres floated in mid-air.

It is connected by countless thick robotic arms and energy cables.

This is the full-sensory flight simulation training cabin.

The girl walked to the control panel under one of the metal spheres and operated it a few times.

A small cubicle next to it opened automatically.

Hanging inside was a dark gray bodysuit covered in tiny sensors.

Han Feng took off his coat and put on the cool, form-fitting flight simulator suit.

The clothes tightened automatically, perfectly conforming to every inch of his body's muscles.

"Authentication successful. Please enter the simulator."

The hatch opened.

Inside is a small space that can barely accommodate one person.

The seat, joystick, and various instrument panels are exactly the same as those in the cockpit of the "Peregrine Generation 1".

He skillfully got into the driver's seat.

The personal terminal automatically connects to the simulator system.

Welcome to the professional training mode – "Soaring Eagle"

[Identity Verification: C-level Technician, Han Feng]

[Official Pilot Rating: Support Rank - Bronze One Star]

[Entertainment Mode Rank: Diamond I (No practical reference value)]

Bronze One Star.

This is the official professional assessment given to him based on his previous battle.

He came here to take a look.

Without relying on the "Sword Control Technique" to enhance the aircraft.

What is your true skill level?

However, before testing his combat abilities, he needs to figure out the limits of his body.

Han Feng's gaze swept across the menu.

Ultimately, it came down to a very basic test.

[Basic Physiological Resistance Test]

He made his choice.

[The test is about to begin. The gravity overload will gradually increase from 3G. Please be prepared.]

A cold, mechanical voice rang in my ears.

The next second, a heavy pressure squeezed in from all directions.

He was pressed firmly into the seat.

3G...

4G...

5G...

When the overload exceeds 7G.

Ordinary trainees may already experience difficulty breathing and a narrowing of their field of vision.

Han Feng, however, was secretly doing something else.

He closed his eyes and began circulating the inner power of the "Sword Control Technique" within his body!

He was surprised to find that...

This energy of blood and qi cannot extend to the virtual fighter jet.

Yet it can form a tough "blood and qi skeleton" within his body!

That surging blood and qi firmly fixed and enveloped his internal organs!

The terrifying pressure from the outside world, enough to displace internal organs, was mostly neutralized by this layer of "blood and qi armor"!

That's it!

Han Feng smiled.

He found it—another "cheat code" that belonged to him in this cruel game!

The pressure continues to rise.

8G!

9G!

10G!

This value has reached the excellent level of a B-level elite student!

Front desk.

On the monitoring terminal in front of the short-haired girl on duty.

A data point representing training module A-37 is stubbornly climbing upwards.

A glaring yellow warning light appeared on the screen.

"madman……"

She muttered a curse under her breath.

Inside the simulator.

The veins on Han Feng's forehead bulged.

Every bone in his body was groaning.

But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter!

11G!

12G!

13G!

Just as he was about to faint.

He squeezed that vital energy to its limit!

Finally, the value was set.

Peak gravity tolerance: 13.5G

[Rating: Excellent (far exceeding the average level of students at the same level)]

This data already puts you at the threshold of a "gold-level" pilot!