High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The commotion at Yingyue Lake was immense.

It was not a simple, loud bang.

Instead, it was a violent riot of Spiritual Qi and the laws of physics. The residual energy fluctuations were like a sledgehammer smashing into a placid lake.

It sent ripples of distorted data through the East Sea Martial Arts University’s campus network, interfering with the readings of several precision laboratories.

Less than ten minutes after Han Feng had returned to his house,

three auras, as profound as an abyss and steady as a mountain, shot into the sky from the depths of East Sea Martial Arts University.

They used no flying vehicles, instead riding the wind. The energy fluctuations surrounding them tore through the night sky.

Three streaks of light flashed past, and in the blink of an eye, they were hovering over the devastated lake.

The one in the lead was none other than Vice Dean Chen Beixuan.

To his left was a burly man built like an iron tower, with a full, bushy beard: the Dean of the Combat Academy, Lei Zhentian.

His temper was as explosive and direct as his fists.

To his right was a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat. She had a cool, intellectual air about her and was the Dean of the Rune Academy, Su Qinghe.

The three looked down at the disastrous scene below. Even for Grandmaster-Level powerhouses like them, who were accustomed to seas of blood and mountains of corpses, their eyes couldn’t help but twitch.

The scenic Yingyue Lake had now become a gigantic, steaming hotpot.

Nearly half the water within a several-hundred-meter radius had been instantly vaporized, and the water level had dropped by two meters.

The lake was still bubbling and giving off white steam. Countless ornamental fish, their white bellies turned up, floated on the surface, thoroughly cooked.

The air was filled with a strange smell—the rich, savory aroma of fish soup mixed with the burnt-sulfur stench of an overloaded Spiritual Energy Engine.

Even more terrifying was the deep crater in the center of the lake, over thirty meters in diameter.

Even as the lake water flowed back to fill it, one could still clearly see that the mud at the bottom had been burned into an Obsidian-like vitrified crystal, reflecting a grim, cold light under the moon.

"Such domineering Fire Element energy... No, wait. There’s another kind of Dao resonance mixed in."

Su Qinghe pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, then made a grasping motion toward the area below with her fair hand.

Wisps of invisible Energy Particles were drawn into her palm, forming a miniature, constantly shifting Rune model.

She analyzed in a serious tone, "The instantaneous temperature of the blast exceeded 3,700 degrees. The energy structure was highly compressed, and the residual Dao resonance within shows a spiraling, progressive, pressurized structure."

"This wasn’t a simple explosion. It was more like... a precisely engineered, directional, high-energy jet."

"I can confirm this was by no means a technological weapon. There’s no gunpowder residue. It was a pure, meticulously constructed release of Spiritual Power!"

Lei Zhentian was short-tempered. He scanned the surroundings, two jets of hot air blasting from his nostrils.

"I don’t give a damn about its structure! What Immortal came to our university in the middle of the night to bomb fish?"

"This kind of commotion... It would take a full-power strike from a Tier Four Late Stage Fire Grandmaster, maybe even one touching the threshold of the Peak, to pull this off, right?"

He stared at Chen Beixuan with his bull-like eyes.

"Old Chen, when did such a Fire Element expert arrive in East Sea City?"

"How come I haven’t heard that guy Li Tiecheng report it?"

Chen Beixuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression grim. His gaze was fixed on the vitrified crater; he sensed more than just the rampaging Fire Element.

"It doesn’t seem like an external invasion."

Chen Beixuan shook his head, his brow furrowing.

"The school’s ’Dubhe’ defensive formation showed no reaction."

"If an outside Tier Four Powerhouse had forced their way in, the alarms would have been blaring long ago."

"But this power... it definitely erupted from within. The question is, who could possess such might?"

"From within?"

Lei Zhentian looked incredulous, his voice jumping an octave.

"Who at our school has this kind of ability? That drunkard Old Huo is still laid up in the hospital!"

"Besides him, who else can pull off a fire-based Divine Technique of this level?"

"Could it be those lunatics in research who are always shouting about building a sun? Maybe they accidentally set their lab on fire?"

"Impossible."

Su Qinghe immediately refuted him. "Judging by the residual Dao resonance, the perpetrator’s micro-control of energy is simply appalling."

"That technique of compressing raging flames into a ’solid’ state before detonating it... I’m not even sure I could do that."

The three exchanged glances, each seeing the deep confusion in the others’ eyes.

In a place like East Sea Martial Arts University, a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, the number of people who could cause such a massive disturbance and still leave the three of them clueless as to their identity could be counted on one hand.

"There’s someone over there."

Su Qinghe’s gaze shifted, locking onto a figure in the corner of a villa’s backyard.

It was the custodian responsible for the sanitation of the No. 9 Villa Area, Old Liu.

At that moment, Old Liu wasn’t collapsed on the ground. Instead, he stood frozen like a stone statue, his face deathly pale.

His eyes were glued to the lake’s surface, his body trembling slightly from the effort of keeping himself under control.

"Let’s go ask."

Lei Zhentian’s figure blurred. He brought a gust of wind with him, landing in front of Old Liu like a giant beast with a THUD that shook the ground.

"Hey! Old-timer!"

Lei Zhentian boomed, "What just happened here? Did you see who did it?"

Chen Beixuan and Su Qinghe also drifted down gracefully.

Seeing that Old Liu hadn’t lost his composure but was clearly tense, Su Qinghe frowned slightly. She raised a hand and sent out a gentle stream of Spiritual Power to help calm his nerves.

"Don’t be afraid. Speak slowly. What did you see?"

Old Liu took a sharp, gasping breath, and his rigid body relaxed slightly. He glanced reverently at the three important figures before him, his lips moving a few times. His voice came out dry and trembling:

"Re... Reporting to the three Deans."

"It was... a Fire Dragon."

"A dragon?" Lei Zhentian’s brow furrowed.

"Not a Demon Beast!"

Old Liu immediately shook his head. As he recalled the terrifying scene, an indelible look of horror reappeared in his eyes.