High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

A young technician muttered to himself, his voice filled with a dreamlike uncertainty.

The next second, his colleague threw the wrench in his hand high into the air and roared with all his might.

"We did it!"

"WOOOO—!"

Twenty days of suppressed fatigue, anxiety, and excitement erupted all at once.

The entire hangar became a sea of joy.

Lin Xue leaned against a pile of parts crates, watching the celebrating crowd and then the perfect creation before her, and felt her eyes grow hot.

Zhao Yu silently wiped his hands, his gaze never leaving the fighter jet’s engine nozzle, looking at it as if it were his own newborn child.

Wei Chen, on the other hand, dropped to his knees and muttered incantations at the complex Rune Array on the jet, looking like a man possessed.

"What’s all the noise about?"

A calm voice came from the second floor.

Han Feng, dressed in a clean training uniform, ambled down the stairs, a cup of steaming Spirit Tea in his hand.

"The jet hasn’t even taken off yet. Isn’t it a bit early to celebrate?"

The frenzied atmosphere ground to a halt.

Everyone looked at Han Feng, their expressions instantly shifting from ecstasy to anticipation and nervousness.

’He’s right. Building it was just the first step.’

’Whether it can actually fly is the crucial factor that will decide the life or death of this project.’

"Han Feng, all systems have passed self-diagnostics. Energy Circuits load is normal, and the Rune Array response rate is one hundred percent."

Lin Xue strode forward, suppressing her excitement and reporting in her most professional tone.

"Ready for ignition test at any time."

Zhao Yu also walked over, his voice deep.

Han Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Everyone, clear the area and get to the observation room."

Following his command, the crowd evacuated quickly and orderly as the heavy blast-proof doors slowly closed.

In the entire hangar, only Han Feng and the black "Ghost" remained.

Just then, Zhou Ming’s nervous voice came over the observation room’s intercom.

"Consultant, Vice Dean Chen and General Li have arrived!"

On the tarmac outside the hangar, three Array-Breaking Level heavy assault craft slowly landed, kicking up a massive downdraft.

Chen Beixuan, Li Tiecheng, and Lin Guodong, three major figures, disembarked from the craft under the protection of dozens of Garrison Army soldiers.

Following them were several researchers in white Science Academy uniforms, and a chubby councilor with a gloomy expression—the very same Councilor Wang who had been "invited" by Speaker Ye Daoyuan to witness the event firsthand.

"Where’s Han Feng?"

Li Tiecheng’s booming voice carried from a great distance.

"General, the consultant is performing the final checks."

Zhou Ming hurried forward to greet them.

The group entered the massive, circular observation room and looked down through the thick, blast-proof glass at the black fighter jet in the hangar below.

"Hiss..."

Even the worldly Li Tiecheng couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath the moment he saw the "Ghost" fighter in its entirety.

"Damn, look at those lines, that presence.

It’s even more impressive than our military’s most advanced ’Night Owl’!"

Chen Beixuan stroked his beard, his eyes also full of admiration and anticipation.

Only Councilor Wang, looking at the fighter that seemed overly streamlined and even a bit flimsy, curled his lip in disdain.

"All style, no substance.

On the battlefield, you need something rugged and durable.

It doesn’t even have any hardpoints. What kind of combat capability can it have?"

The few Science Academy assessors behind him also whispered amongst themselves, clearly having reservations about certain design choices.

In the hangar, Han Feng made his move.

He wasn’t wearing a heavy Flight Suit. Carrying only a flight helmet, he strode toward the "Ghost" fighter.

"What is he doing?

He’s not wearing a G-suit?"

An expert from the Science Academy exclaimed, "Is he trying to get himself killed?

A fighter with this kind of aerodynamic design will pull 20 Gs right at takeoff!"

Everyone in the observation room who knew anything about aviation frowned.

This was pure suicide!

Han Feng walked under the jet’s belly, and to everyone’s confusion, he didn’t climb the boarding ladder.

He directly activated the "Escapee" Armor he was wearing.

BOOM!

A phantom blue exhaust flare flashed and vanished.

Han Feng shot upward like a cannonball, carving a precise arc through the air before landing silently in the open cockpit.

The move was as smooth as flowing water, the epitome of style.

That move alone made half the people in the observation room jump to their feet.

"Is that... Single-Soldier Flight Armor?"

"Such explosive speed!"

Councilor Wang’s expression instantly turned ugly.

Inside the cockpit, Han Feng put on his helmet, and a holographic interface lit up before his eyes.

"Ghost, connect."

The words had barely left his lips when a series of cold system prompts instantly flooded the screen.

[Ding! Host detected connecting to a large-scale Flying Sword...]

[Flying Sword Name: Ghost X-01 (Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact)]

[Connection successful! Sword Control Technique efficiency +500%! Quenching Body efficiency +500%!]

[Host detected to possess a Spiritual Artifact Level Lifebound Flying Sword. Condition for class promotion to [Sword Master] has been met (1/5)!]

Han Feng’s eyes lit up.

The next second, a brand-new promotion panel unfolded before his eyes.

[Class Promotion: Sword Master]

[Corresponding Martial Arts Realm: Tier Three·Enlightenment Realm (Grand Martial Artist)]

[Promotion Conditions]:

1. Core Swordsmanship [Sword Control Technique] must reach "Small Success" Level. (Not met)

2. Cultivate at least two [Swordsmanship·Body Technique] to "Small Success" Level. (Current: 0/2)

3. Comprehend one weapon-related [Divine Techniques]. (Current: Not comprehended)

4. Host’s personal Cultivation must reach [Enlightenment Realm]. (Current: Meridian Passage Realm Third Layer)

5. "Lifebound Flying Sword" Grade must be raised to "Spiritual Artifact" Level. (Met √)

Looking at the single green checkmark, Han Feng’s heart burned with excitement.

’The [Foundation Establishment Empowerment], [All Things Identification], [Divine Techniques], and [System Space] unlocked by the Swordsman class were already so powerful.

’So what about Sword Master?

’What kind of ridiculously overpowered functions would it unlock?’

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, closed the prompt, and focused his entire mind and spirit, merging as one with the fighter jet.

He could clearly "see" the surge within every Energy Circuit.

He could "feel" the gentle breeze on the wingtips.

CLICK.

The futuristic canopy slowly closed, completely sealing off the noise from the outside world.

His voice, calm to the point of being cold, came over the hangar’s intercom.

"All units, stand by. Preparing to open the hangar roof."

"Pilot is in position. Requesting permission to take off."

"Takeoff approved!"

Li Tiecheng roared into the communicator before anyone else could, as if venting his long-suppressed excitement.

RUMBLE—

The massive dome above the hangar slowly slid open to both sides.

The azure sky of East Sea City was revealed before everyone’s eyes.

Sunlight poured down, tracing the black fighter jet in a golden outline.

Everyone held their breath.

Councilor Wang, especially, had his arms crossed, a cold smirk on his face as he waited for this flashy "toy" to break down on takeoff.

However, the expected deafening roar of the engines never came.

The "Ghost" fighter’s engine nozzles merely lit up with a ring of phantom blue light, and the hangar was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The sneer on Councilor Wang’s face deepened. "I told you so—"

Before he could finish, his eyes went wide, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Down below, the "Ghost" fighter, without any runway taxiing, rose without warning—vertically and silently!

There were no flames, no shockwaves. It was as if an invisible hand were lifting it, steadily raising it toward the open dome.

"Is... is that anti-gravity technology?!"

"Impossible! The Alliance’s anti-gravity tech is still in the lab stage!"

The few experts from the Science Academy were completely stunned, their worldview violently shaken.

Everyone in the observation room, including Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng, was utterly dumbfounded.

Only Han Feng himself knew this wasn’t some anti-gravity technology.

’This is the Sword Control Technique!’

’I’m treating the entire fighter jet as my Flying Sword, driving it with Sword Essence, achieving Human-Machine Unity, and controlling it as if it were an extension of my own body!’

[Ding! Host is piloting a "Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact Level Flying Sword" and executing the Sword Control Technique. Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +50!]

[Ding! Extreme G-force maneuver detected. Innate Sword Body tempering progress +1!]

The "Ghost" fighter shot through the dome like a black bolt of lightning, ascending to an altitude of ten thousand meters in an instant.

"Quick! Get a radar lock! Stay on it!"

Li Tiecheng was the first to react, roaring into his communicator.

"Report, General! The radar... there’s no target on the radar!"

"What about optical tracking?!"

"The target’s too fast! It’s already... already left observation range!"

On the large screen in the observation room, the blip representing the "Ghost" had, in the instant it left the hangar, vanished off the edge of the screen at an unbelievable angle and acceleration.

It was moving so fast that all the tracking equipment had become useless decorations.