High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chen Beixuan remained seated, unperturbed, as if the surrounding uproar had nothing to do with him.

But Li Tiecheng, who sat beside him, could no longer hold back.

BAM!

With a deafening crash, Li Tiecheng’s massive, fan-like hand slammed down on the tabletop.

The hard alloy surface was actually left with a distinct indentation from the force of his palm!

"What the fuck do you mean, Wang?"

Li Tiecheng shot to his feet, his hulking frame casting a mountain-like shadow. His hawk-like eyes locked onto the portly councilor.

"Questioning Han Feng? Questioning our military’s Honorary Major?"

"The resources he used bought us the head of a Tier Four Grandmaster, which is still hanging on the East Gate to this day, air-drying!

Is that result not enough for you?"

"And what about your ’Deep Sea Titan’ project? You’ve been working on it for three years, and what has it accomplished besides generating a monthly pile of useless reports thicker than toilet paper?"

"And those Genetic Potions you were crying and begging for? Were they to help your worthless son break through his bottleneck, or were you hoping to prolong your own miserable life!"

Li Tiecheng’s voice boomed like a great bell, each word a piercing blow, mercilessly exposing his opponent’s secrets.

"You..."

Councilor Wang’s face instantly turned a deep, blotchy red, his lips trembling as he failed to utter a single word.

"That’s enough, Tiecheng."

The perpetually silent Council President, Ye Daoyuan, finally spoke. His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried an authority that instantly silenced the entire room.

He looked toward Councilor Wang, his expression impassive.

"Councilor Wang’s concerns are not entirely without merit. Every bit of the council’s resources must be spent where they are most needed."

"However..."

Ye Daoyuan tapped his finger lightly.

The holographic map instantly zoomed in, locking onto a region of the sea thirteen hundred kilometers east of the East Sea.

There, a red warning halo was flashing erratically.

"This is the latest data from Observation Station Seven."

"The New Sky Mist Area, ’Dragon Abyss,’ is forming at an accelerated rate. The projected time of its emergence has been moved up to three months from now."

At the mention of the "New Sky Mist Area," the expression on everyone’s face changed.

It was an opportunity, but it was also a tomb.

"The laws governing this region are highly unusual. The Spiritual Power within it is exceptionally volatile."

Ye Daoyuan’s voice was grim. "The Energy Fields of anyone at Tier Four or higher will trigger a spatial collapse."

"In other words, neither Grandmasters nor your prized Heavy Mechas can enter."

"The only ones who can enter to seize resources are Martial Artists below Tier Three and... small, highly mobile vehicles."

He turned to Councilor Wang, his gaze piercing.

"We need a spearhead. Something capable of tearing through the Demon Beast defensive lines in that region, and something that can be piloted by Low Tier Martial Artists."

"That is the purpose of the ’Ghost.’"

Councilor Wang’s mouth hung open as cold sweat trickled down his temples.

’If this is a matter of strategic necessity, then all my previous accusations are nothing but a joke.’

"But... President, in three months, how could Han Feng possibly complete the Shadow project?"

Councilor Wang remained skeptical.

"There’s no need to worry about that.

Just yesterday, I dispatched an assessment team from the Science Academy to conduct a remote data evaluation of the ’Shadow’ project."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Daoyuan projected a new report onto the center of the conference table.

The report itself was extremely brief, but its conclusion was crystal clear, striking like a silent, heavy hammer.

[Core project technology fully developed. Overall progress is 78% ahead of schedule. Recommendation: Elevate project priority and allocate additional resource support.]

The room fell deathly silent.

You could have heard a pin drop.

’Ahead of schedule... by seventy-eight percent?’

’What does that even mean?’

’This isn’t a pace a human could achieve.’

’It’s a miracle!’

Ye Daoyuan ignored the stunned reactions of the council, his voice growing deep and forceful.

"The core of ’Project Torchlight’ is to break conventions, to place trust where it’s due."

"I authorized Han Feng to give him the freedom to act.

As long as he delivers results, the council can afford to give him not just fifty million, but five hundred million!"

He swept his gaze across the room, his look as imposing as a mountain.

"I hope this is the last time."

"The council will support whoever has the ability, whoever can bring hope to East Sea City."

"If anyone is caught making trouble behind the scenes or holding us back, then don’t blame me, Ye Daoyuan, for being merciless."

The President’s personal declaration instantly extinguished all voices of doubt.

As if his entire skeleton had been ripped out, Councilor Wang collapsed into his seat, not daring to utter another word.

The meeting ended on a sour note.

Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng walked out of the conference room side by side. A wry smile finally appeared on Chen Beixuan’s face.

"Thanks, Old Li.

But after that stunt, I’m afraid you’ve made some serious enemies."

"So what if I did?"

Li Tiecheng waved his hand dismissively. "They’re just a bunch of shortsighted fools. You, on the other hand, must be under a lot of pressure, right?"

Chen Beixuan let out a long sigh.

"That kid, Han Feng... he’s really gone and poked a hole in the sky this time.

Even I got heart palpitations when I saw the list of resources he burned through.

If this whole thing blows up in the end, I won’t have any face left to show."

...

Celestial Craft Group, Hangar 7.

As the hands of the clock slid past midnight, marking the end of the twentieth day.

Every piece of high-speed equipment in the hangar fell silent at the exact same moment.

There were no alarms, no cheers. Only a dead silence filled the space.

Over a hundred Engineers and technicians stopped what they were doing, their bloodshot eyes turning in unison to stare at the center of the hangar.

A jet-black fighter stood there in silence.

It lacked the complex paint jobs and insignias of standard military fighters, bearing only a pure, matte black finish that seemed to swallow all light.

Its lines were streamlined to perfection, every angle exuding a cold, murderous aura, like a predator awakened from the abyss.

The "Ghost" X-01 was complete.

"Did we... succeed?"