Early the next morning.
High above East Sea City, a black and gray trajectory violently tore through the clouds.
A "Hunting Falcon" advanced trainer jet was performing insane, high-G maneuvers at an altitude of two thousand meters.
Inside Han Feng's body, his Sword Essence vibrated intensely with every roll and dive of the fighter jet.
The medicinal power from the pill he had just taken was brutally squeezed out by the extreme centrifugal force, seeping bit by bit into his blood vessels and bones.
[Ding! Host is detected performing Sword Flight. Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +2]
[Current Dao Vein Solidification progress: 35%]
Han Feng glanced at the panel's data, then yanked hard on the control stick.
The jet executed a perfect vertical climb, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the sky.
Using a fighter jet to practice the Sword Control Technique made his cultivation progress outrageously fast.
But deep inside, a voice roared—'It's not fast enough!'
