Classic Han Feng.

Chen Gang raised his head, the light from the holographic model dancing in his pupils.

An idea sparked to life in his mind.

"It’s feasible!"

"Theoretically, it’s completely feasible!"

His speech quickened, as if he were afraid the flash of inspiration would vanish in an instant.

"The ’Frequency Stabilization Array’ can fine-tune energy frequencies—that’s basic theory!"

"But our thinking has become rigid!"

"We’ve always used it to handle large-scale Energy Circuits. It’s like using a siege cannon to shoot a mosquito!"

"We never thought it could be used on such a minute, individual node!"

He looked at Han Feng, his eyes a mixture of admiration and an almost fanatical light.

’I’m still struggling in the muck of fundamental principles, trying to rebuild a skyscraper with the same old bricks.’

’But Han Feng just handed over a perfect cornerstone from another dimension entirely.’

What he provided was the simplest, most direct, and most subversive engineering solution.

"Excellent!"

Zhao Yu slammed his palm on the table. The heavy metal surface let out a deep THUD, making everyone’s heart skip a beat.

The muscles on his face twitched with extreme excitement, and he could no longer suppress his smile.

"We’ll do it this way!"

"Old Qian, Chen Gang, you two take the lead on theoretical verification and data simulation!"

"I want to see a report within three hours!"

"Han Feng, you’ll be in charge of overseeing the fabrication and final testing!"

Zhao Yu’s gaze swept over everyone, his voice filled with decisiveness.

"Gentlemen, we are just one final step away from success!"

In the days that followed, the entire project team entered a strange yet highly efficient work mode.

Han Feng became the most unique presence on the team.

He was both the core conceptual architect of the R&D team and their one-of-a-kind "human-form detector."

"Han Feng, this is the seventeenth version of the heat dissipation plan. Go up and ’take a look’ to see if the energy turbulence at heat sink number four has improved."

"Han Feng, how does the new cushioning material feel?"

"Are there any new changes in the energy buildup points during twelve-G overload?"

With this almost uncanny synergy, the project’s progress could only be described as moving at breakneck speed.

Han Feng was responsible for the low-intensity tests. Under his inhuman Perception Power, any design flaw, no matter how minute, down to the nanometer level, had nowhere to hide.

The moment he landed and pointed out a problem, Chen Gang’s theory team on the ground could immediately reverse-engineer the perfect solution based on his frighteningly precise "diagnostic report."

Meanwhile, Li Wei was like a madman whose fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

Time and again, he piloted the continuously optimized fighter, pushing the limits of the aircraft and his own body under extreme overloads of 18 Gs, sometimes even approaching 20 Gs.

「In just one week.」

All of the Falcon Third Generation’s minor issues were ironed out one by one.

Its final performance not only met all design specifications but even exceeded expectations by a full 10 percent in core parameters like engine power, maneuverability, and Spiritual Power utilization efficiency.

On this day, the atmosphere in Hangar Three was exceptionally solemn.

Zhao Yu and the entire project team had changed into crisp, new uniforms, standing in a line with solemn expressions.

Across from them stood three middle-aged men in the academy’s high-level uniforms, the inspection committee emblems on their shoulders gleaming under the lights.

The final acceptance team sent by the academy.

"Engineer Zhao, we’ve reviewed the report."

The lead inspector pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion.

"The data is perfect. In fact... it’s a little too perfect."

"But you know the rules. Data is data. We only trust what we see with our own eyes."

"Of course."

Zhao Yu nodded without another word, simply turning to the side and gesturing toward the silver-gray fighter jet poised on the tarmac.

"Chief test pilot, Li Wei."

"An A Level Student from the Flight Academy, a Golden Three-Star Pilot with a Body Tempering Tenth Layer cultivation."

"Flight time: three thousand and twenty-one hours. He fully meets the highest acceptance standards."

Li Wei gave the acceptance team an impeccable military salute before turning and walking toward the fighter.

As he passed Han Feng, he paused and lowered his voice.

"Watch closely."

"Today, I’ll show you what a real pro looks like."

Han Feng just smiled without a word and quietly stepped back into the crowd.

’He knew he wasn’t the star today.’

’In this kind of official setting, the pilot’s qualifications were a strict requirement—a threshold that an amateur like him, a mere "Bronze One-Star," couldn’t cross.’

’Flying it like a "Flying Sword" in front of the acceptance team would only make them question the project’s integrity.’

’There’s a time to be bold and show your talents, and a time to be humble and cede the stage.’

The roar of the engine sounded, and the fighter jet took to the sky.

Li Wei’s flying lacked the unpredictable, physics-defying absurdity of Han Feng’s.

Every one of his maneuvers was filled with textbook precision and power, a perfect fusion of industrial precision and brute force.

A clean, vertical climb, the fuselage like a sharp sword, instantly breaking the sound barrier and leaving a gorgeous white vapor cone in the sky.

A fluid "J-turn," under a terrifying 15 Gs of overload, the airframe so stable there wasn’t a single extraneous vibration, as if held firmly in place on a preset track by an invisible hand.

The "Super Cobra Maneuver" high in the sky showcased the unparalleled synergy between pilot and aircraft to its fullest extent.

The three members of the acceptance team went from solemn scrutiny at the beginning, to surprise, and finally, to a state of complete shock.

The datapad in one inspector’s hand had stopped recording at some point. He simply stood there, mouth agape, muttering to himself.

"Is... is this really a fighter jet developed by our own East Sea Martial Arts University?"

The lead inspector whipped his head around to look at Zhao Yu, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses burning with incredulous excitement.

"Engineer Zhao, you... you didn’t just improve the engine."

"You’ve created a miracle!"

When Li Wei landed the fighter jet smoothly on the runway in a perfect finish, the entire hangar erupted in thunderous applause.

"The ’Falcon Third Generation Spiritual Energy Engine Improvement Project’ review..."

The lead inspector took a deep breath and, with all his might, solemnly announced.

"Approved!"

As that single word was spoken, the entire project team erupted!

The engineers threw their hats in the air, embracing each other, cheering and celebrating.

Many tough men shed tears on the spot. Over a month of sleepless struggle, all the pressure and grievances, in this one moment, transformed into supreme honor and joy.

The announcement of the successful review brought the atmosphere in Hangar Three to a fever pitch.

"Celestial Pride Pavilion! My treat! We’re not going home until we’re all drunk!"

Zhao Yu raised his arm and shouted, his voice booming over the cheering crowd.

"Engineer Zhao is a class act!"

"Haha, we finally get to see what the legendary A Level Student restaurant is all about!"

The engineers, who had been bottling it up for over a month, finally let loose, slapping each other on the shoulder, their faces alight with irrepressible ecstasy.

Li Wei walked up to Han Feng and thumped him hard on the back.

"Not a bad flight, kid."

"But don’t you dare chicken out when it comes to drinking tonight!"

Han Feng stumbled from the blow and grinned.

"Don’t worry. Drinking a Gold Level Pilot under the table shouldn’t be too hard."

"Cocky!"

Li Wei roared with laughter, pointing at him. "I’ll be waiting!"

That night, in the most exclusive private room on the third floor of the Celestial Pride Pavilion.

Unlike the smell of machine oil and metal in the hangar, the air here was filled with the rich aroma of Spiritual Food.

The massive round table was laden with all sorts of rare dishes made from Demon Beast Flesh.

A steamed Deep Sea Spirit Fish, a full meter long, its flesh translucent and shimmering, wreathed in Spiritual Qi.

Thickly sliced, grilled Tier Two Red Flame Beef, its meat a deep crimson, with fat marbled as evenly as snowflakes.

And there was Flying Dragon Bird Soup, slow-cooked for eight hours with more than ten types of precious Spirit Plants, its broth a golden color with an overwhelmingly fragrant aroma.

Every single dish was overflowing with Spiritual Qi and incredibly expensive, each one worth half a year’s salary for an ordinary engineer.

None of the project team members had ever seen such a spread; they all stared, their eyes wide.

"Don’t be polite, everyone! Dig in!"

"If anyone doesn’t eat their fill today, they’re not giving me, Zhao Yu, any face!"

Zhao Yu personally filled everyone’s glass with Blazing Ember Brew, a spirit so potent it was nicknamed the "one-cup knockout."

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

"A toast to Engineer Zhao!"

"If you hadn’t gone against all opposition back then, our project would have been dead long ago!"

"And a toast to Han Feng and Chen Gang!"

"One’s an eccentric genius, the other a true prodigy. The two of you are a perfect match!"

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively toasts, everyone quickly became tipsy.

Chen Gang, holding his glass, took the initiative to walk over to Han Feng for the first time.

His face was slightly flushed from the alcohol and excitement, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

"Han Feng, a toast to you."

His tone of voice still carried a hint of academic rigor.

"Your way of thinking has opened a door to a new world for me."

"I used to believe that every problem should—and must—be backed by rigorous logic and quantifiable data."

"But you’ve shown me that sometimes, that seemingly ethereal intuition and inspiration can also be a path to the truth."

"No, it’s an even higher-dimensional path."

He drained the spicy liquor in his glass in one gulp, as if drinking away his own past stubbornness. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"I look forward to learning from you."

Han Feng also drained his glass. The strong liquor went down his throat like a line of fire.

He looked at the genius whose worldview he had completely upended and smiled.

"We’ll learn from each other."