High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Wang Rui brought the X-02 to a steady stop at the end of the runway. The roar of its engines gradually faded, replaced by a low hum.

The hangar was dead silent, save for the faint crackle of the black fighter jet as it cooled down.

Councilor Wang stood on the observation platform, the look on his face priceless.

This was the second time Han Feng had gotten the better of him.

The first time was at the Parliament Building, where he had sworn that Han Feng’s project was a waste of resources, only to be proven spectacularly wrong.

This time, he had even brought in an entire panel of experts to declare the "Neural Resonance" system a pointless endeavor.

And in response, Han Feng had casually unveiled the "Blood Refining Technique," allowing a mediocre Enlightenment Realm rookie to perform Grandmaster Level maneuvers.

He’d been made a fool of once, then twice. He wouldn’t let there be a third time.

As Councilor Wang watched the young Pilot climb out of the cockpit—his steps unsteady but his face ecstatic—the scales in his mind tipped decisively.

He was a politician; his greatest strength was assessing the situation.

’This Han Feng really is something when it comes to Spiritual Energy Technology. No, he’s much more than just something.’

’Compared to him, that panel of highly-paid experts were like children playing in the mud.’

His pride had been stung, but as a member of the council, he cared more about results.

The stronger Han Feng was, and the more powerful his creations, the stronger East Sea Fortress City’s position would be.

As long as Han Feng was on East Sea City’s side, everything else was a minor detail.

At this thought, Councilor Wang straightened his collar, and the hard lines of his face softened.

He turned and said to Han Feng crisply, "Advisor Han, you’ve won."

He said it frankly, without a trace of resentment.

"Thank you for your contribution to East Sea Fortress City.

On behalf of the council, I approve your proposal."

Councilor Wang looked at Han Feng, his tone solemn. "Regarding future projects for the ’Shadow’ series, as long as there are no fundamental violations, I will personally stay out of it.

I will have my people green-light all the approval processes for you."

He paused, then added with profound meaning:

"I hope you can make the most of your resources and quickly build a true squadron of ’Ghosts of the Sky.’ The current situation... has great need of them."

Han Feng raised an eyebrow, giving Councilor Wang a surprised look.

’This old fox sure folded quickly.’

However, Han Feng wasn’t the kind of hothead who would press his advantage just for the sake of it.

Since the man had already extended an olive branch, and had even offered a tangible benefit like a "green light," Han Feng certainly wasn’t going to stand on ceremony.

’In the world of adults, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.’

"You’re being too formal, Councilor Wang."

Han Feng reined in his earlier arrogance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"We’re all working for East Sea City. As long as the resources are in place, I guarantee you’ll see a Ghost Shadow Squad that will be a nightmare for any enemy."

It was an eloquent and well-measured response.

Han Feng was perfectly clear on the matter. ’The knowledge from my system would be nothing but a pile of wastepaper if I just kept it all to myself.’

’Only by converting it into tangible assets, into combat power for East Sea City, could he continuously leech from this vast establishment.’

’Public resources for his private cultivation.’

’Take the X-02 project, for example. On the surface, he was building jets for the military. But in reality?’

’All the research and development costs, all the material consumption...’

’...even the tens of millions of Contribution Points he’d spent while "testing" the jet himself—it was all paid for by the council.’

’Where else could he find such a perfect opportunity to level up on the public dime?’

So, if only for the sake of his own future cultivation resources, he had to keep these officials happy.

As long as their overall goals were aligned, these minor conflicts were nothing.

Seeing how perceptive Han Feng was, the last trace of displeasure in Councilor Wang’s heart vanished.

He had genuinely worried he’d be dealing with one of those arrogant young geniuses who pressed every advantage; that would have been far more difficult.

"Good, good."

Councilor Wang repeated the word, exchanged a few more pleasantries, then waved his hand and led the sheepish-looking panel of experts out of the hangar.

Once the fault-finders had cleared out, Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng strode over.

Li Tiecheng’s perpetually stern, dark face was now split by a grin so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

He walked right up and clapped Han Feng hard on the shoulder—a blow that would have sent a lesser man sprawling.

"Attaboy! You really did it!"

Li Tiecheng glanced over at Wang Rui, who was being examined by medical staff in the distance, and lowered his voice.

"But let’s be frank, just between us. That ’Blood Refining Technique’... are you sure it’s safe?

The kid looks completely drained."

"Don’t worry, General."

Han Feng rolled his shoulder, which was still tingling from the heavy-handed clap, and explained.

"It looks scarier than it is. It just consumes a bit of his vital blood.

As long as he gets proper nutrition afterward and a few High Tier Qi Blood Potions, he’ll be right as rain in two or three days.

There are no lingering side effects."

"That’s good, that’s good!"

Completely reassured, Li Tiecheng’s expression grew serious.

"Han Feng, since the technology is sound, we need to push for mass production immediately."

He gestured to the east, a flicker of worry in his eyes.

"There’s been more and more activity in the Dragon Abyss Sky Mist Area lately, and the pressure on our maritime defense line is mounting.

But that’s not even the worst of it. The real trouble is that the air forces from several other Fortress Cities have also been frequently probing the edges of our defense zone."

"Especially the Gaia Alliance’s ’Windwalker’ squadrons. They’re emboldened by their superior aircraft performance and are constantly pushing the boundaries.