High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Lin Xue was already getting impatient. "Let’s go, let’s go! Time to get to work!"

「Half an hour later.」

Celestial Craft Group, Hangar Seven.

This was the core area for Project Shadow and the place with the highest security clearance.

Beneath the massive dome, the pitch-black Ghost X-01 Prototype rested quietly on the tarmac.

Although it was still a half-finished product, its shell covered in all sorts of temporary conduits, its exquisitely fluid aerodynamic design still radiated a breathtaking industrial beauty.

This wasn’t just a fighter jet.

It was an unsheathed sword.

At that moment, the hangar was already full of people.

Besides the core trio Han Feng had brought, the original project team’s mid- to low-level technicians, mechanics, and interns responsible for odd jobs—about seventy or eighty people in total—were all lined up in formation.

They watched Han Feng standing on the platform, their expressions complex.

There was fear, curiosity, and also bewilderment.

The upper management had been wiped out, their former bosses either on the run or arrested. Could this ridiculously young advisor really lead them to complete this so-called SSS Level project?

Han Feng stood under the fighter’s wing, his gaze sweeping across the entire hangar.

[All Things Identification] activated at full power.

A massive stream of data cascaded before his eyes like a waterfall.

[Target]: Zhang San (First Level Fitter)

[Status]: Nervous.

[Thoughts]: ’Please don’t lay anyone off. I don’t want to go back to the Outer City.’

[Target]: Li Si (Intern)

[Status]: Curious.

[Thoughts]: ’So this is the badass who killed a Grandmaster? He doesn’t look like he has three heads and six arms.’

[Target]: Wang Wu (Logistics)

[Status]: Guilty.

[Thoughts]: ’He won’t find out I swiped two rolls of copper wire yesterday, will he?’

Han Feng ignored these petty transgressions. As the saying goes, water that is too clear has no fish. As long as it wasn’t a matter of principle, he couldn’t be bothered with such minor flaws.

After confirming there were no other "landmines" like Li Mo in the crowd, Han Feng deactivated his Spiritual Vision.

"I know what you’re all thinking."

Han Feng’s voice echoed through the spacious hangar. He wasn’t using a megaphone, but everyone could hear him with perfect clarity.

"You’re thinking that your old supervisors are all gone, and you’re wondering if this new kid is going to light the ’three fires of a new official’ and burn you all in the process."

A stir went through the crowd, and many people lowered their heads.

"Relax. I’m a lazy person. Too lazy to replace anyone."

Han Feng pulled a crumpled blueprint from his pocket and slapped it onto the fighter’s landing gear.

"Under me, there’s only one rule: those who can work get the meat; those who slack off can get lost."

"I’m not here to talk to you about ideals, nor about some grand cause for humanity. That’s for the Speaker to worry about."

Han Feng held up one finger.

"One month."

"Starting today, within one month, I want this aircraft to complete all ground static tests and pass its first taxiing trial."

BOOM!

The crowd absolutely erupted.

"One month? How is that possible!"

"When Professor Wu was here, it took three months just to make a wind tunnel model!"

"This is insane! It completely violates the principles of engineering!"

Cries of doubt rose one after another.

Lin Xue also frowned, leaning in to whisper to Han Feng:

"Are you crazy?

I’ve seen the blueprints, and while the structure has been optimized significantly, the workload is still immense.

Just re-laying the Spiritual Power conduits would take these dozens of people two months, even working day and night."

Han Feng just smiled, offering no explanation.

He turned back to the chattering technicians and abruptly raised his voice.

"You think it’s impossible?"

"That was before!"

"Before, you were building industrial garbage! You were just fudging data for those idiots to write their papers!"

Han Feng strode over to a pile of unopened parts crates and kicked the lid off one.

Inside was a stash of top-tier goods he had "physically persuaded" the material suppliers to provide.

"Look closely! This is Tier Three Star Pattern Tungsten Steel!

This is Liquid Spiritual Energy Coolant! These are top-tier materials you wouldn’t have even dared to dream of before!"

"Now, you have more than enough materials! And more than enough funding!"

"I will solve the technical problems!

As for the Rune Architecture, Engineer Wei here is in charge!

For structural design, go to Engineer Lin!

As long as you’re not a bunch of pigs, you can at least follow a blueprint and tighten a few screws, right?"

Han Feng’s gaze turned sharp as a knife.

"If anyone thinks they can’t do it, you can leave right now."

"But!"

"For those who stay, as long as you complete your tasks on time, everyone’s bonus for this month will be doubled!

And by the end of the year, I guarantee every one of you will get extra points on your application for Inner City residency qualifications!"

A doubled bonus!

Inner City residency!

Those two phrases were like a shot of adrenaline straight into everyone’s main artery.

In this strictly hierarchical Fortress City, money and residency rights were life itself!

The hangar, which had been buzzing with noise just moments before, fell instantly silent.

Everyone’s eyes turned red, their breathing growing heavy.

"Are you in or not?" Han Feng asked.

"We’re in!"

A young intern was the first to shout, none other than Li Tiezhu, who had been burned earlier.

"Advisor Han saved my life! I’d sell my life to him if he asked!

If anyone dares say they can’t do it, I’ll be the first to shut them down!"

"I’m in! If it comes to it, I’ll sleep in the hangar!"

"A double bonus! For my kid’s schooling, I’ll give it my all!"

The atmosphere ignited in an instant.

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction.

’This was the effect he wanted.’ Great rewards attract brave men. As for the project’s progress?

These people would only be responsible for the peripheral assembly and assisting.

The real core modifications would have to be handled by a cheater like him.

"Very good."

Han Feng turned to the trio behind him.

"Lin Xue, you take the structural team. Change the aerodynamic layout of the wings. The original is too ugly, and the drag is too high.

I want the kind that can perform a Falling Leaves maneuver at supersonic speeds."

"No problem, leave it to me!" Lin Xue rolled up her sleeves, a fire igniting in her eyes.

"Wei Chen, the Rune team is yours.

The heat dissipation Rune Array for the engine is a huge mess; the original design is a pile of shit.

I want you to redo it using the ’Nine Palace Flying Stars’ layout."

"Nine Palace Flying Stars?"

Wei Chen’s eyes lit up. "Interesting. That could increase efficiency by 30%, though stability would be a bit worse... But I’d like to take on the challenge."

"Senior Brother Zhao Yu, you lead the mechanics team and will be in charge of final assembly.

If something feels off, change it directly. Don’t worry about any original factory standards—just build it as sturdy as possible."

"Don’t worry, Junior Brother! When it comes to modifying vehicles, I’m a pro!"

After assigning the tasks, Han Feng looked at the enormous steel beast before him, a surge of heroic passion swelling in his heart.

What he wanted to build was a Flying Sword that would allow him to dominate this world, a sword that could even tear the sky asunder with a single strike!

"Let’s get to work!"