High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 97 This allowed them to escape.

"What?!"

Wang Meng's hoarse voice suddenly rose eight octaves, so loud that several ground crew members around him covered their ears.

"They ran away?"

"A 100-meter-long, Broken Army-class airship, eight elite soldiers in powered armor, cornered a half-crippled cultist in a cave, and still managed to let him escape?!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Zhang Hao turned his head and glared at Wang Meng, then slapped him on the back of the head.

Wang Defa leaned on his thick-backed broadsword with one hand, shook his head with a wry smile.

"The specifics are unclear. The report from the city defense forces only says that the other side detonated some kind of bloodline secret technique at the deepest part of the cave."

"Its power is immense; the energy surge that erupts instantly is comparable to the self-destruction of a fourth-tier Nascent Soul Realm expert."

The city defense forces' assault team was briefly halted for several tens of seconds by this energy surge.

"By the time they forced their way through the energy turbulence and chased after them, they had already vanished without a trace."

Only a completely shattered body remained at the scene, seemingly a discarded pawn used to escape punishment.

Gu Yun stood next to a damaged fighter jet, weighing a high-frequency wrench in his hand, and muttering to himself.

"The city defense troops are no good either."

"A guy who could be completely blocked in the cave by a Body Tempering Realm student flying an old-fashioned Peregrine Falcon and dare not show his face."

"They had a team led by a rank 3 colonel, in a heavy gunboat, wearing rune-enhanced power armor, and they didn't even manage to catch a hair."

"What a piece of trash."

The moment those words were spoken, the air on Helicopter Terminal 7 fell silent.

Wang Meng shut his mouth, and Lao Liu stopped using the electronic pen he was using to register battle damage.

Even the usually composed Zhang Hao stopped what he was doing.

All eyes turned and finally landed on Han Feng, who was squatting on the edge of the abandoned runway a few meters away, studying the array patterns.

The eerie silence lasted for a good ten seconds.

Han Feng felt uneasy under the gaze of these grown men. He stopped connecting the psionic pipeline, coughed, and quickly stood up and waved his hand.

"Everyone, this isn't how you do it."

"I was able to suppress that cult member purely because I'm completely unfamiliar with the field, and I gained a huge advantage."

Wang Meng approached in a muffled voice.

"What advantage did you gain? Your gray donkey without armor plating doesn't even have a working fire control radar."

"The advantage lies in visibility and speed." Han Feng patted the dust off his hands, his tone very serious.

"You all know about my perceptive talent; I can directly see the flow of higher-dimensional energy."

"I was hovering at an altitude of 3,000 meters, with the entire wilderness surrounding the Golden Harvest Farm right below me."

No matter how well the cultist concealed his high-energy radiation, it was still exceptionally noticeable to my senses.

"He's on the ground, I can spot him, I can lock onto him, but he can't do anything to me in the sky."

"The fighter jet's speed is what it is; he can't just sprout wings, fly to an altitude of 3,000 meters, and tear the plane apart by hand, can he?"

The group exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. This explanation makes perfect sense from a physical standpoint.

"But the fact that I can spot him doesn't mean I can beat him."

Han Feng spread his hands, clearly explaining the pros and cons.

"Just imagine, I fired two Tier 2 psionic combat missiles loaded with high-energy armor-piercing explosives at that cave."

"The fact that an explosion in a confined space didn't kill him instantly tells us what?"

"This shows that he is ridiculously strong, both in terms of physical strength and defensive techniques."

Han Feng paused for a moment, then continued.

"If it were close-quarters combat on the ground, I reckon he could crush me into mincemeat with a flick of his finger."

"What Colonel Xing and his men in the city defense army were facing was this old monster's last desperate counterattack when he had nowhere else to turn."

"As Captain Wang just said, its power is comparable to the self-destruction of a fourth-tier expert."

"Although the colonel and his men are elite third-tier troops, it's only common sense in physics that they couldn't withstand such a suicidal energy surge in that confined terrain."

"That level of life-saving escape technique must be faster than we can comprehend."

"Let alone the airship, in that chaotic situation, even if I hadn't returned and had continued to keep an eye on him from the air, I might not have been able to catch up with his escape route."

Zhang Hao turned his head and stared intently at Han Feng.

The explanation was indeed flawless.

But no matter what, a martial arts student at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm, piloting a fighter jet, cornered an old cult monster who could unleash fourth-order destructive power in a cave and get bombed.

The absurdity of this matter cannot be simply dismissed with a few words like "taking advantage of the high-altitude view".

"No matter how much luck played a role, your perceptive talent is absolutely the core key to turning the tide in this defense battle."

Zhang Hao paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "I'm curious about something."

"Having consumed so many spiritual plants recently, has your sensory talent fully awakened?"

As soon as the question was asked, everyone around perked up their ears.

Current sensing capabilities are now able to locate high-value targets from thousands of meters in the air, and even penetrate underground rock formations.

If this isn't enough to fully awaken—

Han Feng stroked his chin, carefully sensing the 45% progress of the sword bone within his body, as well as the feedback from his [Spiritual Vision] talent in his mind.

He then gave an answer that left everyone present speechless.

"There is still a lot of room for improvement."

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A collective gasp of astonishment immediately filled the air.

"You're such a pervert!"

Wang Meng's eyes widened, and he pointed his thick finger at Han Feng: "It can still improve?"

"If you fully awaken your talent by consuming all the resources, will you be able to stand on the walls of the East Sea Fortress and see directly into the details of lord-level monsters in the fifth-tier fog zone dozens of kilometers away?"

"I originally estimated your talent level to be conservatively B+."

Zhang Hao's facial muscles twitched involuntarily.

"If your perception accuracy and range can improve to the next level, you'll be more than just B+; your talent has a very good chance of reaching A-level directly!"

Gu Yun, standing to the side, exclaimed in disbelief, "A-level?!"

"The entire East China Sea Martial Arts University has tens of thousands of students, but the number of A-level talents registered in their files each year doesn't exceed twenty!"

"Each one is a precious gem, carefully protected by the school board; they're all monsters among monsters!"

Wang Defa, who had been listening for a long time with his broadsword in hand, couldn't help but chime in.

"Brother Han Feng has made a great contribution to saving the day."

"Once the farm's post-disaster reconstruction is completed in the next few days, Chief Lei will definitely give you another generous reward in private."

I'll get you a few plants to strengthen your qi and blood; maybe you can really push your talent level to A in one go.

class!"

Upon hearing the words "high-quality second-tier spiritual plant," Han Feng's eyes lit up instantly.

That's the real progress of the sword bone transformation!

The others looked on with envy and jealousy.

This is what we call the terrifying compound interest brought about by talent.

As long as talent demonstrates sufficient potential, resources will automatically come knocking.

While others are still struggling to earn a few thousand contribution points by risking their lives in the fog zone, this person has already started enjoying spiritual plants like cabbages thanks to the big shots' private rewards.

Amidst the complex discussions of the crowd, the post-disaster repair work at Jinsui Farm proceeded in an orderly manner.

The physique of martial artists far surpasses that of ordinary people, and those mass-produced Iron Wall mechs that had finished their battles directly served as heavy engineering machinery.

With a giant robotic arm swinging, truckloads of high-grade concrete were poured into the huge burrows left by the tunnel worms.

Han Feng and Wang Defa worked together with the technical staff to repair the underground defensive array lines in the living area.

After the contaminated rune pipes were cut off, Han Feng casually connected a few new psionic circuits, but the system did not display any proficiency prompts for the new skills.

A simple physical connection cannot trigger the cultivation mechanism.

As for the low-level monster corpses scattered all over the perimeter of the farm, the professional cleaning and recycling team dispatched by the East Sea Fortress City is already on its way.

They worked until 2 a.m., and after the gaps in the defenses were basically patched up, the group dragged their exhausted bodies back to their temporary barracks to rest.

The next morning.

Han Feng had just finished three large bowls of mutated beef stewed in a pressure cooker in the cafeteria when Lei Zhen's personal guards rushed over to notify the entire Sharp Sword Team to proceed to the command tower.

The joint investigation team sent by Donghai Fortress City has arrived.

The atmosphere was heavy in the conference room on the top floor of the command tower.

Several stern-faced officers of the city's defense forces sat on one side of the long table.

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The leader was none other than Colonel Xing Tianzhu, the rapid reaction force commander who had spoken with Han Feng in mid-air last night.

He had a buzz cut and a scar running across his left cheek, exuding the powerful and oppressive aura of a peak third-tier martial artist.

Next to Xing Tianzhu sat an elderly man with a refined demeanor, dressed in a gray scholar's robe, wearing a badge of the East China Sea Martial Arts University Psionic Research Institute on his chest.

When Xing Tianzhu saw Han Feng walk in, a complex emotion flashed across his face. He then nodded businesslike and gestured for everyone to sit down.

The joint inquiry process went very smoothly.

As the team leader, Zhang Hao gave a detailed report on the entire process of Blood Four's infiltration, the internal sabotage, the failure of the formation, and Han Feng's forced takeoff to suppress the airspace.

When Han Feng recounted how he used his senses to directly locate a fleeing second-tier cult member thousands of meters in the air, he was deeply moved.

And even after the opponent activated their stealth technique, they still used machine guns to block their retreat.

The elderly man in the gray scholar's robe was so excited that he stood up abruptly and slammed the electronic pen he was using to take notes on the table.

The old man's face was flushed, and he kept muttering about the tactical value of this perception ability.

After listening to Han Feng's detailed recap of the entire operation, Xing Tianzhu slapped his thigh hard, his rough hand making a loud thud as he slammed his hand on the solid wood conference table.

The third-rank colonel stared at Han Feng, his face full of frustration.

"What a pity! What a damn pity!"

"If I had known you had this ability to detect enemies that completely ignores physical cover and higher-dimensional concealment, I should never have let you return last night!"