High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

She wasn’t surprised by the proposal itself.

It was Han Feng’s insight into the fighter’s structure.

How could he be so confident?

To dare claim he could use a "Hunting Falcon" to simulate a third-generation fighter of a completely different model.

And to simulate its localized Energy Flow, at that?

What kind of terrifying computational power would that require?

And what profound understanding of energy layouts would be necessary?

"Engineer Lin."

Su Muxue turned to Lin Xue.

"His proposal... is it feasible?"

Lin Xue and the surrounding researchers were stunned.

’How are we supposed to know if it’s feasible?’

This kind of cross-model energy simulation was the stuff of fantasy.

"You don’t need to understand."

Han Feng’s voice was calm, as if he had seen right through their predicament.

He spoke to a young researcher operating the holographic model.

"Open the ’Hunting Falcon’ database and bring up its full-state energy fluid model."

The researcher subconsciously complied.

A massive, equally complex three-dimensional model of a "Hunting Falcon" fighter appeared in midair.

"Now, input the following parameters."

Han Feng began to rattle off a series of complex commands.

"Yaw angle negative 7.3 degrees, increase angle of attack to 21 degrees, flaps fully extended."

"Simultaneously execute a full-rudder roll to the right, maintaining engine output at seventy-five percent..."

"Yes, that’s the state."

As the researcher followed his instructions, the holographic "Hunting Falcon" began to perform all sorts of unbelievable maneuvers.

"Now, capture the Energy Flow map at the G-17 node, at the root of its left wing."

"And compare it with the data from the ’Night Falcon’s’ T-45 node map from our static test earlier."

The researcher’s fingers flew across the keyboard.

Two seemingly unrelated Energy Flow maps were placed side-by-side on the main screen.

The next second.

"My God..."

The researcher let out an involuntary cry of astonishment.

On the screen, after the system automatically calibrated and scaled them, the two maps...

Perfectly overlapped!

The waveform, peak values, flow rate, frequency...

All the data matched, without the slightest deviation!

Seeing this, a collective gasp echoed through the laboratory.

The way everyone looked at Han Feng completely changed.

If before they had seen Han Feng as a lucky, somewhat clever C Level Technician...

...then now, in their eyes, Han Feng was an unfathomable monster!

He wasn’t guessing at all!

He had truly "seen" it!

He could precisely describe the state of a mature fighter’s internal Energy Flow under specific extreme conditions!

This wasn’t "understanding."

This was "mastery"!

Chen Kai stood to the side, his face ashen.

His mouth opened and closed, but not a single word came out.

The data and theories he took so much pride in had been utterly crushed before Han Feng’s completely unreasonable Talent.

They had become a complete and utter joke.

A dazzling light finally erupted in Su Muxue’s eyes.

A+ Level Perception!

’I thought it was just a top-tier reconnaissance Talent.’

’I never imagined it could be so terrifying, so unreasonably effective in aircraft design and fault diagnosis!’

"Do as he says!"

Su Muxue made a swift decision, without a hint of hesitation.

"Go to the hangar immediately, find a second-hand ’Hunting Falcon’, and modify it!"

"I’ll cover the cost!"

Su Muxue’s words were resolute.

Everyone present, including Zhao Yu, knew the style of this young lady of the Su Family.

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

To her, money was just a number.

Lin Xue immediately snapped back to reality, turning to give orders to her team.

"Move out now!"

"Go to the logistics warehouse, requisition a ’Hunting Falcon’ trainer, and apply for emergency modification authorization!"

"All relevant personnel, grab your tools and follow me to Hangar 7!"

"Yes, ma’am!"

A group of researchers sprang into action.

Their gazes, which had been full of doubt just moments ago, were now a complex mixture of awe and curiosity.

They looked at Han Feng as if they were looking at a Deity walking among mortals.

Chen Kai’s face alternated between pale and livid. He stood frozen on the spot, unsure whether to stay or go.

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

With the young lady of the Su Family giving the order herself, the usually cumbersome procedures were greenlit all the way.

In less than an hour, a rather worn "Hunting Falcon" trainer was towed into the design institute’s exclusive hangar.

And the core Coupler replacement was completed.

"Engineer Lin, the modification is complete."

A researcher ran over, wiping sweat from his brow as he reported.

Lin Xue nodded, but as she turned to look at the holographic model on the console, her brow furrowed tightly once again.

Another problem had arisen.

"This... This combination of flight attitudes, isn’t it a bit too extreme?"

A researcher in charge of simulations felt his scalp tingle as he looked 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 a full-rudder roll."

"This isn’t a conventional flight maneuver, this is suicide!"

"Forget actually flying it, just maintaining this attitude for more than three seconds in the air without disintegrating would be a miracle."

"This demands that the Pilot have an extremely terrifying level of precision control over the aircraft."

"Any minute error on any control surface would lead to an instant loss of control."

"This is harder than dancing on a tightrope!"

Everyone’s gaze, without exception, turned to the person present with the best piloting skills.

Su Muxue.

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

"I can’t do it."

As a top-ten A Level elite from the Flight Academy, her official rating was as high as "Falcon Seven Stars."

Among the students, she was already at the apex of the pyramid.

"I might be able to give it a shot in the simulator."

"But in a real plane, with the airflow, the delay in the airframe’s response... there are too many variables."

"To fly these parameters precisely and maintain them stably to achieve the simulated Energy Flow state... I’m not confident."

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

Su Muxue’s answer made Lin Xue’s brow twitch.

’Even a Falcon Seven Stars can’t do it? Are we going to have to ask for a higher-level Thunder Falcon Pilot?’

’To get a Pilot of that caliber here on short notice, I’m afraid Su Muxue would have to use the Su Family’s influence.’

"I’ll do it."

A calm voice broke the silence.

Everyone turned towards the voice. The speaker was none other than Han Feng.

"You?"

Chen Kai finally found an opportunity to interject, letting out a sneer.

"Kid, have you gotten something wrong?"

"Your Talent is Perception, not flying!"

"Do you have any idea what ’Falcon Seven Stars’ even means?"

"Even Miss Su says she’s not confident. You, a C Level Technician, are you going up there to get yourself killed?"

Han Feng ignored the noisy barking.

He simply looked at Su Muxue and said calmly.

"I have combat experience flying a ’Hunting Falcon,’ and I’m an official member of the Sharp Sword Club."

"Most importantly, I know the feeling that’s required."

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

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

"Alright."

After getting Su Muxue’s approval, Han Feng quickly changed into a Flight Suit.

Under the crowd’s complicated stares, he boarded the temporarily modified "Hunting Falcon" trainer.

[Ding! Upgradable target detected: Lower Grade Magical Artifact — ’Hunting Falcon’ (Modified)]

[Establishing Spiritual Link... Link successful!]

[Sword Control Technique (Mastery): 0/4000]

Inside the cockpit, Han Feng looked at the familiar instrument panel and smiled.

’What is an extreme, suicidal maneuver for others is just another form of Cultivation for me.’

"Tower, ’Hunting Falcon’ 01 requesting takeoff."

"Cleared for takeoff."

With a roar of its engines, the fighter jet shot into the clouds, trailing a blue flame in a clean ascent.

In the design institute’s circular laboratory, everyone was holding their breath.

They stared intently at the huge data monitoring screen in the center.

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

It was a red line full of strange twists and turns.

And on the right, a green line representing the real-time data from Han Feng’s "Hunting Falcon" was constantly flickering.

"Here it comes! He’s beginning to enter the designated attitude!"

a researcher shouted.

On the screen, the green line began to climb steeply at an incredible angle.

Then, it precisely closed in on the red target curve.

"Yaw angle negative 7.1 degrees... negative 7.2... negative 7.3! My God, he’s holding it steady!"

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

"Roll rate... the data is identical!"

In front of the console, the researchers in charge of data monitoring looked as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

The green line representing the real-time data was acting as if it were being pulled by a magnet.

It stuck tightly to the red target curve.

The two lines... almost perfectly overlapped!

Smooth!

Precise!

Stable!

This wasn’t like a person flying a plane.

It was like a pre-programmed supercomputer executing the most precise controls.

That breathtakingly silky-smooth performance made every designer present feel their scalp tingle.

"This... Did he fucking draw this in the sky with a ruler?"