High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The sea breeze, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder, swept across the deathly silent Dragon’s Fang Port.

The despair-inducing Void Sea Demon had already dissolved into motes of light that scattered across the sky.

But the terrifying pressure still lingering in the air made it so the survivors didn’t even dare to breathe.

Old Zhang leaned against a grease-stained cargo container, his one eye completely bloodshot. His hand was still locked in a death grip on the grenade he hadn’t activated.

He stared blankly at the fighter jet in the sky, a sound like a wheezing bellows coming from his throat.

"We... we survived?"

The young man next to him pulled the cotton wadding from his ears.

He didn’t even notice the blood trickling from his ear canals. His mouth hung wide open, wanting to shout but unable to make a sound, as tears and snot streamed down his face.

Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, scattering in patches across the devastated docks.

There were no cheers.

No leaps of joy.

The survivors, having endured a mental catastrophe, were mostly still in a blank, shell-shocked state.

They stared blankly at the sky.

There, a jet-black, menacing metal behemoth was slowly descending.

The engine nozzles spat out blue-white exhaust flames, kicking up ripples on the sea’s surface.

The oppressive feeling it gave off was even stronger than that of the Sea Demon just now.

"O-Old Zhang... that thing’s on our side, right?"

The young dockworker pulled the cotton wadding from his ears, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Old Zhang’s single remaining eye was glued to the fighter jet, the wrench he’d been holding long since thrown aside somewhere.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Dumbass. Can’t you see the insignia under the wing?"

PSSSH—

With the hiss of depressurizing air, the fighter jet’s cockpit canopy slowly rose.

All eyes instantly focused on it.

A slender figure stood up from within the cockpit.

He didn’t climb down the boarding ladder. Instead, he simply took a step forward.

As if descending an invisible staircase, he walked down from a height of fifty meters with the casual air of a stroll in a garden.

This display of Void Stepping sent another shockwave through the crowd below.

That was a signature ability of a Tier Four Powerhouse!

But this was the edge of the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea. Due to the area’s restrictions, a Tier Four Powerhouse couldn’t possibly enter.

The only explanation was that this suit of Armor—or perhaps the man himself—possessed the terrifying ability to ignore some of those rules.

Han Feng hovered ten meters above the ground, looking down at the ravaged port below.

His faceplate slowly retracted, revealing a young, calm face, one that even had a hint of scholarly refinement.

Ordinarily, if he were walking down the street, people would at most assume he was a student from some academy.

But now, framed by the black killing machine behind him...

...and bolstered by the feat of having just insta-killed a Tier Four monster...

...this face, in the eyes of the crowd, was more majestic than any deity.

"I am Han Feng."

His voice wasn’t loud, but through Spiritual Energy Resonance, it clearly drilled into everyone’s ears.

"I am Han Feng, a special operations agent from East Sea City."

The cold, synthesized mechanical voice, amplified by Spiritual Power, instantly covered the entire Dragon’s Fang Port.

"The Tier Four Void Sea Demon has been killed."

"The threat is neutralized."

This flat declaration seemed to possess a limitless power.

After a brief silence, someone suddenly whispered in a low voice.

"We won?"

"We... We survived?"

"Waaaah..."

Immediately after, suppressed sobs began to emerge, quickly transforming into thunderous cheers and shouts.

Countless people collapsed to the ground, crying their hearts out, releasing the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

"Han Feng? That name sounds so familiar..."

Suddenly, someone latched onto the name Han Feng, feeling like they’d heard it somewhere before.

After a moment of thought, the news report about the A Level genius from Martial Arts University who had decapitated an Evil Dao Grandmaster in the street popped into his mind.

Immediately, he couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment.

"I remember now!

The badass from East Sea City who cut off a Tier Four Grandmaster’s head in the middle of the street—his name is Han Feng!"

"It’s him! It has to be him!

Besides a monster-of-a-man like him, who could possibly kill a creature like that?"

The discussion spread through the crowd like wildfire.

The survivors’ gazes toward Han Feng quickly shifted from awe to fanaticism.

In Dragon’s Fang Base, which could be attacked by an Evil Cult at any moment...

...nothing could give them a greater sense of security than a prodigy who could kill a Tier Four Evil Dao Grandmaster while being of a lower tier himself.

As long as Han Feng was at Dragon’s Fang Base, he was their pillar of stability.

Han Feng didn’t stop their discussions.

He folded his arms and hovered silently in the air, allowing their gazes of worship and awe to gather on him.

This wasn’t for vanity.

It was to reassure them.

After teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown just moments ago, these people’s nerves were stretched to the absolute limit.

If they weren’t allowed to vent their emotions and establish an absolute core of safety, the tens of thousands of people could easily erupt into mass hysteria or riots.

A full three minutes passed. Only when the clamor below had subsided a little did Han Feng speak again.

"The rules of the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea restrict entry for anyone at Tier Four or above."

He scanned his surroundings. Everywhere his gaze landed, people unconsciously straightened their backs.

"From now on, I’m taking over here."

Han Feng’s tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable confidence:

"As long as I’m here, Dragon’s Fang Port will not fall.

Whether they swim in the sea or fly in the sky, however many come, that’s how many I’ll kill."

"YEAH!"

It’s unknown who shouted first, but it was immediately followed by a tsunami of cheers that erupted throughout the port.

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over a few survivors in military officer uniforms.