High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

HISS—

The hydraulic lock hissed open, and a cloud of white, cold air escaped.

A portable fusion furnace, exquisitely designed and forged from a high-temperature resistant alloy, lay quietly nestled in shock-absorbing foam.

[Item: High-Precision Spiritual Energy Fusion Furnace (Military Type III, Modified)]

[Status: Brand New]

[Trait: Plug-and-play, core temperature up to 3000 degrees, built-in Spiritual Power stabilization Force Field, 40% reduction in failure rate.]

"Now this is good stuff. Compared to that old relic in the school lab, it’s a night-and-day difference."

Han Feng lovingly caressed the cold, metallic texture of the furnace’s body, unable to put it down.

’With this thing, plus the mountain of missile materials next to it, my grand "power-leveling" project can finally come full circle.’

Cultivating the Sword Control Technique required high-intensity flight and combat.

Meanwhile, the Artifact Refining Technique and Spirit Rune Construction demanded a huge amount of material consumption and hands-on practice.

’By day, I’ll fly the military’s jets, burn the military’s fuel, and grind my Sword Control Technique and combat experience in the sky.’

’By night, I’ll use the military’s furnace, consume the military’s materials, and grind my Artifact Refining Technique Skill Proficiency.’

The missiles and equipment he refined could then be used in the next day’s battle, turning into merits for killing enemies, which could then be exchanged for more resources.

’A perfect closed loop! I’m totally winning with this setup!’

’Activate All Things Identification.’

With a thought from Han Feng, a golden light flowed in the depths of his eyes.

[Scan complete. Detected: 300 kilograms of Tier Three Blast Flame Crystals, 500 kilograms of Tier Two Flowing Light Iron, 50 units of High-Energy Spiritual Liquid...]

"Let’s begin."

Without any further ado, Han Feng started the fusion furnace.

WHIR—

A low hum sounded as the temperature inside the furnace instantly skyrocketed.

He didn’t rush to refine a complex Magical Artifact. Instead, he picked up a standard-issue Red Falcon III air-to-air missile from the side.

This type of missile was mass-produced with limited power. It was decent against Tier Two Demon Beasts, but against the tough-hided creatures of Tier Three and above, it was about as effective as tickling them.

But in Han Feng’s hands, it was the perfect base material.

"Dismantle."

His Divine Sense, sharp as a knife, instantly cut into the missile’s internal mechanical structure.

He skillfully removed the original electronic fuse and warhead, then tossed a fist-sized Blast Flame Crystal into the furnace.

"Spirit Rune Construction—Gathering Spirit."

"Spirit Rune Construction—Blast Flame."

"Spirit Rune Construction—Armor-Piercing."

Han Feng’s hands danced like butterflies flitting through flowers. Visible threads of Sword Essence wove together in the air, forcibly pressing into the molten metal.

If it were an ordinary Artifact Refiner, their Spiritual Power would have long been depleted from inscribing a triple Spirit Pattern in such a short time.

But for Han Feng, whose Spiritual Power was as high as 3100 hertz, it was as simple as eating or drinking.

What’s more, he had a cheat like the Systemic Performance Technique.

「Twenty minutes later.」

A "new-style missile," dark red all over with strange, blood-colored patterns flowing across its surface, appeared on the workbench.

[Ding! Refinement successful!]

[Item: Red Falcon·Modified (Blood Refining Version)]

[Grade: Quasi-Tier Three Spiritual Artifact]

[Traits: Blast Flame (Power increased by 300%), Divine Thought Tracking (Immune to electronic interference), Spirit Breaker (Ignores Low Tier Shields).]

[Skill Proficiency Gained: Artifact Refining Technique +50, Spirit Rune Construction +10.]

"Fifty Skill Proficiency points for one missile..."

Han Feng looked at the data on the panel, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turning up.

There were five full units here—a total of five hundred missiles.

’Once I’m done with all of them, my Artifact Refining Technique and Spirit Rune Construction will definitely break through "Mastery" and reach "Small Success," or maybe even higher!’

Besides, these missiles were free.

If they blew up, they blew up. After all, it was a "necessary expenditure for the safety of Dragon’s Fang Port."

General Li wouldn’t blame him. He might even give him a medal.

"Time to get to work!"

Han Feng picked up another missile and, like a tireless machine, threw himself into a frenzy of "leveling up on the public dime."

...

The night passed without incident.

「The next morning, at six o’clock sharp.」

Just as the first ray of sunlight pierced the haze on the horizon, a deafening sonic boom echoed across the skies of Dragon’s Fang Port.

BOOM!

The black X-01 fighter jet, like an awakened Demon, pulled up vertically and instantly pierced the clouds.

Countless Mercenaries and survivors who had just woken up looked up at the black streak of light disappearing into the distance, their eyes filled with awe.

"That master... has gone out hunting."

...

「Meanwhile, on an island shrouded in dense fog deep within the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea, lay a secret base of the Children of the Mist.」

Inside the gloomy Divine Hall, the Holy Envoy, who had previously been scared out of his wits by Han Feng, was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

On the high seat before him sat a figure wearing a vortex mask—the leader of the Children of the Mist, the Saint Heir.

"So, not only did you fail the mission, but you also lost one of the ’Mother’s’ scions?" The Saint Heir’s voice betrayed no emotion, yet it made the Holy Envoy bow his head even lower.

"Your Highness, the Saint Heir, it’s not that I was incompetent!" the Holy Envoy hastily argued. "A terrifying variable has appeared in East Sea City! This person..."

To prove his words, the Holy Envoy tremblingly took out a crystal and projected the images recorded from the battlefield into the air.

The scene—from the X-01 fighter’s ghostly appearance to the missiles’ bizarre maneuvers, and finally to the earth-shattering Divine Power·Spirit Slash—was clearly displayed for all to see.

The Divine Hall fell into a dead silence.

After a long while, the Saint Heir let out a soft laugh.

"Interesting. Truly interesting.

No wonder the Ghost Mother’s Will warned me of a ’variable’ in the direction of East Sea City. So, it was him."

He glanced at the nearly collapsed Holy Envoy and waved his hand.

"Enough. This was not your fault.

We will discuss the loss of the Void Sea Demon later. You may leave."

As if granted a great pardon, the Holy Envoy scrambled out of the Divine Hall.

The Saint Heir turned his head to look at a figure who had remained silent in the corner of the Divine Hall.

The person was cloaked entirely in a blood-red robe, exuding a thick stench of blood that was completely out of place with the ethereal aura of the Children of the Mist in the Divine Hall.

"Blood Slaughter Guardian,"

the Saint Heir began slowly, "my subordinate is not up to the task. It seems I must ask your Blood Feeding Sect to intervene.

For the sake of the Holy Sect’s plan, we absolutely cannot allow these insects to establish a stable foothold so easily.

Otherwise, our subsequent operations within Dragon Abyss will be greatly hindered.

Do you have the confidence to deal with that fellow in the tin can?"

The figure known as "Blood Slaughter" let out a hoarse laugh, like two rusty pieces of iron grinding together.

"Rest assured, Your Highness. That Holy Envoy was a fool, relying on his Spiritual Body to charge around recklessly.

To deal with a tough nut like him, you should use the method of termites eating away at a dam—let him rot from the inside out."

"Oh?"

The Saint Heir’s interest was piqued.

"Give me three days."

Blood Slaughter stood up, a bloodthirsty light glinting in his eyes.

"In three days, I will turn all of Dragon’s Fang Port into a buffet for my ’children’."

With that, he turned and walked out of the Divine Hall.

Back in his Blood Nest, located in a deep-sea trench, with no one around, Blood Slaughter finally muttered to himself.

’That so-called "Holy Envoy," just because the Children of the Mist gave him some shoddy toys, really thought he was a God?’

’Can’t even handle a human’s metal shell. He’s a complete disgrace to the True God.’

’But human technology does have its merits.’

Blood Slaughter licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

’This kind of straightforward, head-on clash is too primitive.’

He slowly stood up and looked into the dark abyss behind him.

There, a massive, fleshy sac pulsed like a heart, emitting an unsettling red glow.

That was a Blood Nest.

Through the translucent wall of the sac, one could clearly see hundreds of writhing embryos packed tightly inside.

Those were Blood Sharks.

A type of biological weapon bred specifically for slaughter.

They felt no pain, no fear, and had no heartbeat or body temperature.

When moving through the water, they made no sound and caused no ripples.

They were the ocean’s most perfect assassins.

’That idiot Holy Envoy only knows how to crush things with brute force.’

Blood Slaughter walked to the side of the Blood Nest and morbidly caressed its wall. ’He doesn’t understand. Fear... needs to seep in, little by little.’

He took out a Potion glowing with a strange green light from his robe, uncorked it, and poured the entire contents into the Blood Nest.

GLUG... GLUG...

The Blood Nest began to squirm violently. The embryos inside started to grow frantically, and an incredibly ferocious aura began to permeate the trench.

"Eat up. Grow quickly."

Blood Slaughter smiled grimly, the expression looking particularly sinister in the gloom of the deep sea.

"Three days."

"Just three days, and my babies will mature."

"By then, I’ll let that arrogant little brat know what true despair is."

"Dragon’s Fang Port... Heh heh, that will be my hunting ground."