Chapter 93: Chapter 91: Wife Snatched? 80-Meter Runway, the Sword Immortal Teaches You to Pilot a Gundam

Han Feng’s vision went black, and he felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

He glanced at his Qi Blood Value; it had already dropped to a single digit.

Without hesitation, he grabbed two Recovery Potions from his storage compartment, twisted off the caps, and poured them down his throat.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat, transforming into a warm current that replenished his depleted meridians.

He pushed open the cockpit door and leaped down from the cockpit, which was over three meters high, landing steadily on his feet.

"Han Feng! Are you okay?"

Zhang Hao was the first to rush over.

"I’m fine."

Han Feng waved his hand, his gaze quickly sweeping across the tarmac.

"Whose plane still has ammunition, is loaded with missiles, and is closest to the runway?"

Everyone subconsciously looked toward a spot not far away.

There, Gu Yun’s "Alice" was parked quietly.

Its fuselage had smooth, graceful lines and was painted with an exquisite anime girl design. Four gleaming Spiritual Energy Combat Missiles were mounted under its wings.

Most importantly, it was less than thirty meters from the entrance of the only remaining section of the runway.

"Gu Yun!"

Han Feng’s gaze locked directly onto the plane’s owner.

"Let me borrow your plane!"

"What?!"

Gu Yun leaped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

He spread his arms, protectively shielding "Alice" like a mother animal guarding her young.

"No! Absolutely not! Alice is mine and mine alone!"

"Are you kidding me?! Now is not the time for this!"

Wang Meng was so anxious he was practically jumping up and down. He grabbed Gu Yun by the collar.

"That plane is just a pile of scrap metal sitting here!"

"If Han Feng gets it in the air, it’s our only hope of survival!"

"Is your brain filled with engine oil?"

"I..."

Gu Yun’s face flushed bright red.

He looked at Wang Meng’s fiery eyes, then at Han Feng’s serious expression, and finally glanced at his beloved "Alice."

Of course, he knew the situation was urgent.

"If you dare leave a single scratch on ’Alice’..."

Gu Yun gritted his teeth, forcing out the words as if he were carving off his own flesh.

"I’ll... I’ll fight you to the death!"

"Don’t worry."

Han Feng didn’t say anything more, just gave him a confident look.

Then he turned and strode toward the red and white "Alice."

"Hey! Be gentle with her!"

"Use only thirty percent of your strength to open the cockpit door! Don’t break the sensor!"

"Hold the control stick gently! Don’t hurt Alice!"

Gu Yun’s heart-wrenching warnings followed from behind him.

Han Feng paid him no mind. He deftly leaped into the cockpit and buckled his seatbelt.

Unlike the old, rugged style of the "Gray Donkey," the cockpit of "Alice" was filled with a sense of high technology and girlish charm.

Pink ambient lighting, a custom anime character boot-up screen, and even a fluffy pink cover on the control stick.

Han Feng ripped off the cumbersome cover and gripped the cold control stick with both hands.

’Connect.’

[Ding! Middle Grade Magical Flying Sword "Falcon Alice" detected. Establish Spiritual Link?]

’Yes!’

HUMMM!

A feeling far lighter and more agile than the "Gray Donkey" flooded his mind.

The corners of Han Feng’s mouth turned up.

"Miss Alice, a pleasure to meet you."

"I’ll be counting on you from now on."

In the cockpit, the pink ambient lighting filled the small space with an alluring atmosphere.

Han Feng ripped the fluffy pink cover from the control stick, tossing it aside.

"Takeoff!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he slammed the throttle all the way forward!

ROAR—!

Alice’s engine erupted with a clear, high-pitched scream, completely different from the Gray Donkey’s.

The fuselage shuddered violently, then shot forward with savage force like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The 80-meter runway receded rapidly beneath the wheels.

The horrifying fissure at its end was right before his eyes!

’Up!’

Han Feng roared in his mind as he unreservedly unleashed his Mastery Level Sword Control Technique.

He didn’t pull back on the stick. Instead, he used his Spiritual Power and Qi Blood to forcibly "lift" the lightweight fighter off the ground!

HUMMM!

"Alice" practically scraped the edge of the broken runway, ascending at an impossibly steep angle into the blood-fog-shrouded night sky.

On the ground, a crestfallen Gu Yun picked up the Lucky Coin that had fallen on the ground and muttered to himself.

"He... he really got Alice to fly..."

High in the air, Han Feng quickly stabilized the aircraft.

Unlike the heavy, sluggish feel of the "Gray Donkey," "Alice" was light and agile, like a true sharp sword, responding to every command with the swiftest feedback.

"What a plane!"

Han Feng couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

He activated [Spiritual Vision], and the world below was a scene of chaos.

On the ground, a dozen or so tunneling worms were still appearing and disappearing unpredictably, destroying the airport facilities.

They were incredibly cunning, only showing their heads for a second or two before immediately retracting back underground, making it impossible for conventional machine cannons to lock on.

’Since cannon shells won’t hit them, I’ll try missiles.’

Han Feng’s gaze fell on the four Spiritual Energy Combat Missiles mounted under the wings.

He quickly descended, flying at a low altitude of less than a hundred meters, almost scraping the tops of the buildings.

Soon, a tunneling worm burst from the ground ahead and to his left. It opened its maw, which was lined with sharp teeth, as if wanting to tear into a nearby hangar.

’You’re the one!’

Without any hesitation, Han Feng pressed the launch button.

A missile detached from its pylon, its tail spewing scorching blue flames as it shot straight toward the target.

However, the tunneling worm was extremely alert. The moment the missile launched, it retracted back underground, leaving only a dark hole.

The missile lost its infrared lock and should have flown off wildly after losing its target.

But in that instant, a strange change occurred in Han Feng’s mind.

’Hm?’

He discovered that his Spiritual Power had actually extended out, following the invisible Spiritual Energy Communication link between the fighter and the missile!

A faint wisp of his consciousness seemed to have attached itself to the high-speed missile!

He could "see" the view in front of the missile and "feel" its speed and orientation.

The feeling was like an upgraded version of practicing Sword Qi Release on the "Gray Donkey."

Cannon shells were just a simple attachment of energy; once they left the barrel, the connection was lost.

But this missile and "Alice" shared a much deeper link!

’So that’s how it is! This is true ’Sword Control’!’

Han Feng had a flash of insight, and everything became clear in his mind.

He immediately activated his Sword Control Technique. The wisp of Spiritual Power attached to the missile began to try and control this "sub-sword"!

HUMMM!

The missile, which should have flown off into the distance, carved an unbelievable, sharp arc through the air and plunged head-first into the hole the tunneling worm had left behind!

[Ding!] 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

[Host detected attempting "Divine Splitting and Object Control," which corresponds to a High Tier application Technique of the Sword Control Technique.]

[Congratulations, Host. You have independently comprehended the Core Skill: Swordsmanship·Divine Thought Remote Sensing (Entry Level: 1/1000)]

[Swordsmanship·Divine Thought Remote Sensing: Allows a wisp of Divine Thought to be split off and attached to a "sub-body" linked to the main body for remote control. Control distance and precision are affected by the strength of the Divine Thought and the stability of the link.]

’Divine Thought Remote Sensing!’

Han Feng was overjoyed. This ability was practically tailor-made for him!