High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Emerging from the underground secret chamber, Han Feng found his young adjutant, Wang Qiang, had long been waiting at the entrance.

Seeing Han Feng emerge, Wang Qiang immediately straightened his back and gave a standard military salute, his eyes filled with unconcealable admiration.

"Special Envoy, the supply fleet has finished unloading and is on standby at Berth Three. The fleet commander wishes to see you."

Han Feng nodded. Straightening his cuffs, he strode outside. "Lead the way."

At this moment, the docks of Dragon’s Fang Port were as hectic as a disturbed anthill.

Dozens of Engineering Mechas were moving mountain-like stacks of supply crates, and the air was thick with the mixed smell of engine oil and the sea breeze.

A colossal transport ship, emblazoned with the military insignia of East Sea City, was docked at the shore. Its mountainous, steel presence brought an immense sense of security to the survivors who had just endured a catastrophe.

Just as he reached the docks, a burly, stubble-faced middle-aged colonel came forward to greet him.

The moment he saw Han Feng, he snapped to attention and saluted without a word. The motion was so sharp it seemed to cut through the air.

"Commander Ma Yuanshan of the East Sea City Third Transport Division, reporting to Special Envoy Han!"

Han Feng returned the salute. "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Ma. Was the journey uneventful?"

"Thanks to you, sir, after that Sea Demon died, this stretch of sea has been so clear not even a single mutated gull dares to fly over."

Ma Yuanshan grinned, revealing a set of teeth yellowed by tobacco. "Special Envoy Han, I’m a gruff man. I don’t have a way with words.

But I have to thank you on behalf of my brother-in-law. He works at the port’s radar station. If it weren’t for that sword strike of yours, he would’ve been a goner today."

After speaking, he pulled a sealed document pouch from inside his coat and handed it to Han Feng with both hands.

"General Li Tiecheng personally instructed me to give this to you. It’s top secret."

Han Feng took the document pouch and broke the seal on the spot.

The letter wasn’t long, just a few lines of text. The handwriting was strong and forceful, exuding an air of iron-willed ruthlessness.

"The opening of Dragon Abyss is imminent, and all sorts of unsavory characters are getting restless.

According to our intelligence, the ’Black Armor Army’ from Jiangbei Fortress City has already established a foothold on a deserted island fifty nautical miles to the north, and the ’Windwalkers’ from Celestial Wind City are probing from the west.

Besides our rivals within the Gaia Alliance, a number of profit-driven Mercenary Corps and Scavenger organizations have also snuck in."

At the end of the letter was a single line in bold, red text:

"Dragon’s Fang Port is East Sea City’s bridgehead. It cannot be lost.

As for those restless elements, whether they’re outsiders or our own, I don’t care about the process—only the results.

These are extraordinary times; act as you see fit."

Act as you see fit.

Those five words were a clear message: If you don’t like the look of someone, you have permission to kill them.

Han Feng folded the letter. He then gathered a wisp of Sword Essence at his fingertips, turning the paper to dust.

"General Li certainly is an understanding man," Han Feng said, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement.

This was basically a "license to kill."

"Are all the supplies here?" Han Feng asked, gesturing toward the mountain of containers on the docks.

"All of them!"

Ma Yuanshan pulled out a digital manifest. "Three hundred sets of X-series high-energy Spiritual Energy Blocks, five basic units of raw materials for the ’Nine Forms’ missiles, the portable high-precision Artifact Refining Furnace you specifically requested, and the engineering maintenance team. Everyone and everything is here."

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction.

With all this, not only could he arm the X-01 fighter jet to the teeth, but he could also take his extravagant "cultivation on the public dime" plan to the next level.

"Thanks," Han Feng said, clapping Ma Yuanshan on the shoulder. "I’ll buy you a drink later."

After seeing Ma Yuanshan off, Han Feng turned to Liu Zhen, who had been trailing behind him the whole time.

The Garrison Commander of Dragon’s Fang Port was currently drenched in sweat as he directed his men to maintain order. When he saw Han Feng looking his way, he quickly jogged over.

"My lord... oh, no, Special Envoy, what are your orders?"

"Summon the leaders of all the factions in the port. We’re holding a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."

Han Feng’s voice was calm but left no room for argument. "Whether it’s a Mercenary Corps Leader, a Commerce Association Representative, or the captain of some Lone Wolf Squad, I want every person at the Enlightenment Realm or higher here."

Liu Zhen froze, a troubled look on his face. "Special Envoy, this group... they’re a mixed bag. A few of the troublemakers have powerful backing. I’m afraid..."

"Tell them," Han Feng cut him off, his gaze sweeping over the adventurers in the distance who were pointing and commenting on the supplies. "Anyone who doesn’t show up in ten minutes never has to show up again."

...

The temporary command post had been set up in an abandoned cold-storage warehouse.

Now, the air inside was thick with smoke and filled with all sorts of people.

Aside from Liu Zhen and a few surviving military officers, the majority were Martial Artists clad in various combat uniforms or even outlandish attire.

Most of them were the leaders of major Mercenary Corps or captains of freelance adventuring parties.

Every one of them carried the stench of blood and had a wild, untamable look in their eyes.

Although they revered the expert who had slain the Sea Demon, their ingrained wildness made it hard for them to sit obediently and be lectured.

"Hey, Old Liu, it’s been more than ten minutes. Why isn’t the big shot here yet?"

The speaker was a large, bald man with a Beast Tooth Necklace around his neck and a face full of brutish muscle.

He was the leader of the Mad Shark Mercenary Corps, an expert at the Enlightenment Realm Late Stage. With fifty to sixty desperados under his command, he was quite notorious in this area.

Liu Zhen’s face went cold. "Bald Zhao, shut your mouth. Who are you to rush the commander?"

"Heh, I’m just askin’," Bald Zhao said, propping his feet up on the table and picking his teeth. "We’re here to make a fortune, not to be soldiers. No matter how strong he is, he can’t just lecture us like we’re his grandkids, can he?"