High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The leg thrusters were integrated into the knee guards and combat boots, featuring a dynamic, streamlined design with honeycomb-like micro-nozzles hidden on the sides.

The most eye-catching part was the back.

They were a pair of folded metal wing plates, normally only as wide as a palm and resting snugly against either side of the spine.

Once activated, they could unfold into two-meter-long Spiritual Energy Light Wings.

"It’s finally... done."

Han Feng wiped the sweat from his face. His eyes were bloodshot, yet he was buzzing with exhilaration.

He reached out and gently caressed this masterpiece that had cost a fortune to create.

[Ding! Detected the creation of an unknown Magical Artifact.]

[Appraising...]

[Item Name: Escapee Type I Individual Spiritual Energy Armor (Custom-Made)]

[Grade: Top Grade Magical Artifact (Quasi-Spiritual Artifact)]

[Materials: Black Obsidian Gold, Wind Grinding Stone, Deep Sea Sinking Silver, Tier Four Demon Beast Soft Bone...]

[Trait 1: Solid Wall (Active). Activating the core Rune Array on the chest forms a spherical Spiritual Energy Shield capable of withstanding a full-power strike from a Tier Three Peak Martial Artist.]

[Trait 2: Wind Master (Passive). The entire suit of armor is inscribed with Wind Element weight-reduction Runes. The wearer’s Body Technique speed is increased by 30%, and the effect of gravity is reduced by 50%.]

[Trait 3: Overclocked Propulsion (Active). Consumes a large amount of Sword Essence or Spirit Stones to activate the high-pressure jet arrays on the legs and back. The instantaneous burst of speed can break the sound barrier, enabling short-distance supersonic maneuvers.]

[System Evaluation: Whether you’re hunting someone down or running for your life, this is an exceptionally powerful tool. Of course, that’s assuming your kidneys (energy reserves) can keep up.]

Han Feng looked at the evaluation on the system panel and nodded, satisfied.

’A Top Grade Magical Artifact.’

’It’s just one step away from being a legendary Spiritual Artifact, which possesses an Artifact Spirit.’

’The main limitation was the materials. If I could have dismantled that Tier Four Grandmaster’s bones and forged them into it, it might have actually become a Spiritual Artifact.’

’But that’s just too disgusting. I’m a clean freak.’

"Time to test it out."

Han Feng picked up the breastplate and held it against his chest.

WHIRR-CLICK-CLANK!

A series of intricate mechanical clicks and whirs rang out.

This suit of armor didn’t use traditional straps and buckles, but instead utilized magnetic levitation and Spiritual Power adhesion technology.

As soon as they were brought near his body, the components automatically found their optimal positions and locked together, forming a perfect seal.

In less than ten seconds, Han Feng was fully suited up.

He moved his arms and legs.

’Light.’

’It’s so light.’

Thanks to those expensive weight-reduction Runes and Wind Grinding Stones, this fifty-kilogram suit of alloy armor felt even lighter to wear than a regular jacket.

’Time for a defense test.’

Han Feng walked over to the lab’s testing area.

Here, a mechanical arm—normally used to test the durability of fighter jet plating—was mounted with a Tier Three Lower Grade Alloy Battle Saber.

Han Feng took a deep breath and entered the command.

"Attack Intensity: Tier Three Basic Level."

The mechanical arm whirred, and the Battle Saber slashed through the air, cleaving viciously at Han Feng’s chest.

CLANG!

Sparks flew in all directions.

Han Feng stood his ground, unmoving.

Not a single white mark was left on the breastplate. The edge of the Battle Saber, however, now had a chip the size of a grain of rice.

"Good durability."

Han Feng nodded. "Increase intensity to Tier Three Peak!"

The mechanical arm swung again, this time more than twice as fast. The blade’s edge even lit up with the glow of Spiritual Power.

With a single thought, the Rune Array on his chest instantly lit up, and a translucent, pale-blue Light Shield materialized out of thin air.

BAM!

With a muffled impact, the Battle Saber struck the Light Shield, like hitting a thick tire.

The Light Shield shuddered violently and its color dimmed, but it did not shatter.

The immense impact force was evenly dispersed into the floor beneath him, and several cracks spiderwebbed out from where he stood.

’It held.’

Looking at the undamaged breastplate, Han Feng now had a baseline for its capabilities.

’If I had taken that strike head-on, even at my level of Meridian Passage Perfection, I would have ended up with a few broken bones.’

’Now with this "turtle shell," I can basically stand still and let any Martial Artist of the same tier on the ground hack away at me.’

’Now for the main event.’

Han Feng looked toward the far end of the testing area.

The laboratory was huge—a full two hundred meters long—giving him enough room to really cut loose.

’Inject Sword Essence... 30%.’

Han Feng mobilized the silvery-white Sword Essence within him, sending it surging through his meridians and into the Battle Armor’s Power Core.

VROOOM!

The wing plates on his back instantly shot open, spewing two trails of ethereal blue flame.

The nozzles on his legs ignited at the same time.

A powerful thrust erupted from his back, like someone had just kicked him square in the ass.

FWOOSH—!

Han Feng felt his surroundings instantly stretch into lines.

Before he could even react, he had crossed a hundred meters in an instant.

"Holy shit! This is too fast!"

Startled, Han Feng hurriedly used his Divine Sense to seize control of his trajectory.

’Body Technique: Reversal of Heaven and Earth!’

He forced a sharp ninety-degree turn in mid-air. His metal boots scraped a shower of sparks from the wall as he kicked off it, rebounding like a cannonball toward the ceiling.

’This feeling was incredible.’

’Unlike the Sword Control Technique, I didn’t need to split my focus to control a Flying Sword carrying me.’

’Now, I *am* the sword!’

’The man within the armor, the armor upon the wind.’

’As long as my Divine Sense could keep up, my body could perform maneuvers that defied all laws of physics.’

He zipped all over the laboratory—now skimming along the floor, now hovering in mid-air—having the time of his life.

Until...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

An urgent alarm blared from within the Battle Armor.

[Energy Critical! Sword Essence remaining: Less than 10%!]

Han Feng was still in mid-air. His expression changed at the warning, and the flames jetting from his armor instantly died.

THUMP.

He dropped from two meters up. Though he landed with a semblance of grace, he still staggered for a couple of steps.