High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

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Dragon’s Fang Port Airstrip.

Liu Zhen paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, craning his neck like a giraffe and glancing at his watch from time to time.

"It’s been almost an hour. Why isn’t there any news?"

It wasn’t that he was worried about Han Feng’s safety.

The man was a monster who could chop up Tier Four Sea Demons like vegetables. What worried him were the one hundred modified missiles.

That was a lot of money!

Even if they were old models from the stockpile, they couldn’t afford to waste them like this.

Just then, a dull sonic boom echoed from the distant sky.

Liu Zhen’s spirits lifted. He quickly called over the ground crew. "Hurry, hurry! Get the fire trucks and refueling trucks over here! The specialist is back!!"

A few minutes later, the fighter jet landed smoothly and taxied to its parking spot.

The cockpit canopy opened, and Han Feng jumped out, looking refreshed and invigorated. He didn’t look like he’d just been in a fight; he looked like he was returning from a spa day.

Liu Zhen hurried over to greet him, his eyes instinctively glancing under the jet’s wings.

Empty.

Completely empty.

Not a single missile was left.

Liu Zhen felt a muscle in his jaw twitch. The waste of it all made him physically ache.

"S-Specialist... you..."

"Oh, I used them all."

Han Feng took off his gloves and tossed them to a nearby ground crew member, his tone as casual as if he were throwing out a bag of trash.

"Those things hiding underwater were a bit tricky to catch. Took some effort."

Liu Zhen gave a dry laugh. "So... what were the results? Should we send out a boat for salvage?"

"No need for salvage."

Han Feng waved a dismissive hand as he walked toward the lounge.

"They’re all blown to smithereens. Nothing to piece back together even if you did salvage them. By the way, have Captain Ma send me another five hundred of those missiles. I have a great use for them."

Liu Zhen’s legs went weak, and he nearly buckled to his knees.

’Another five hundred?!’

’Are you planning on bombing all the fish in the East Sea into extinction?’

But how could he dare to refuse? He could only grimace, bowing and scraping.

"Yes, yes, of course. I’ll get in touch with him right away, right away."

Han Feng paid no mind to Liu Zhen’s inner turmoil and walked straight to a secluded, rocky area at the edge of the port.

The area was backed by a cliff and faced the sea. Usually, no one but seagulls came here.

After confirming he was alone, Han Feng stopped, his gaze falling upon a massive black reef a hundred meters away.

This reef was an "Iron Heart Stone," formed by millions of years of erosion from the sea. Its hardness was comparable to that of a standard alloy steel plate.

Even a Tier Two Peak Martial Artist striking with all their might using a Battle Saber would, at most, leave a white scratch on its surface.

’Perfect for a little practice.’

Han Feng took a deep breath, sinking his qi into his Dantian.

Guided by his will, the crimson-gold acupoint trembled slightly.

A hair-thin strand of crimson-gold light traveled along his meridians, finally converging at the tip of his right index finger.

There was no earth-shattering display of power, no dazzling light.

Only a heart-pounding silence.

Han Feng pointed casually.

CHSSST!

An extremely thin, faint, grayish-white line of light shot out from his fingertip.

It was so fast that even Han Feng’s enhanced dynamic vision almost failed to track it.

A hundred meters away, the massive Iron Heart Stone showed no sign of shattering. It didn’t even tremble.

But in Han Feng’s [Spiritual Vision], he clearly saw how the Sword Aura had disregarded the rock’s physical structure, piercing through the entire boulder in an instant like a red-hot steel needle through tofu.

Han Feng walked over.

He saw a small, clean hole right through the center of the incredibly hard reef.

The hole was only as thick as a pinky finger, but its edges were as smooth as a mirror, with a strange, vitrified texture.

It was the mark of the rock being melted by extreme heat in an instant and then solidifying again.

’Such domineering Penetration Power.’

Han Feng reached out and touched the hole, which was still warm, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This attack had no flair. It was pure Sharpness and heat.

’If this hit a person...’

’Even an Enlightenment Realm Martial Artist wearing Tier Three Alloy Battle Armor would likely be pierced through in an instant, with no chance to even react.’

Most importantly, the attack consumed very little Energy.

Compared to ultimate moves that drain your entire mana bar at the drop of a hat, this kind of "Basic Attack" was the most practical killing technique.

"Half-Step Enlightenment?"

Han Feng looked at the hole, chuckled, and shook his head.

"No."

"With this Soul-Burning Sword Aura, if I used it with Mastery Level Sword Qi Release, I could probably run a regular Tier Four Early Stage Grandmaster straight through the heart."

This confidence was not misplaced.

While ordinary Martial Artists were still playing with Inner Qi Release, he was already experimenting with energy compression and property changes. It was a completely different dimension of attack.

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「Meanwhile.」

In an abyss on the seabed, four hundred nautical miles from Dragon’s Fang Port.

This place never saw the light of day, and the water pressure was high enough to crush steel into a disk.

A nauseating stench of blood permeated the air around an altar built from countless bleached bones.

Blood Slaughter, a Guardian of the Blood Feeding Sect, wore a grim expression as he held a ragged cloth, slowly wiping bloodstains from the altar.

He had soiled it himself when, in a fit of rage, he had coughed up a mouthful of blood.

At his feet lay the shattered remains of dozens of Bone Lamps.

HUFF... HUFF...

Blood Slaughter gasped for breath, forcing himself to calm down.

As a high-ranking member of an Evil Cult who had lived on the edge for many years, he knew that impotent rage solved nothing.

To be able to pinpoint and annihilate over thirty hidden Blood Demon Sharks in just a few short minutes.

That was definitely not luck.

’So, there’s someone truly capable in Dragon’s Fang Port after all.’

Blood Slaughter threw the cloth in his hand violently to the ground, his narrow, triangular eyes glinting with venomous malice.