High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

As the last glimmer of red light vanished from his Spiritual Vision, the once-clamorous seabed returned to a deathly silence.

Han Feng looked at his completely empty Storage Space, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

This wasn’t just fishing with dynamite.

This was clearly an EXP-grinding bonanza.

Just as he was about to pull the fighter up and return to base, a stream of light blue data flooded his vision without warning.

[Congratulations, Host! Skill Proficiency for the Skill [Soul-Burning Sword Aura] is now full (100/100)!]

Han Feng’s hand, gripping the control stick, suddenly tightened.

’It’s full already?’

Before he could even react, an unprecedentedly scorching torrent detonated deep within his Dantian.

This feeling was completely different from any previous upgrade.

If before it was like soaking in warm water, this time it was like a miniature sun exploding in his abdomen.

Excruciating pain!

Han Feng’s body arched violently. Veins pulsed on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked the inner lining of his combat suit.

This energy was utterly tyrannical, carrying a Sharpness that could sever all things and a heat that could incinerate the Divine Soul as it rampaged through his meridians.

Finally, as if driven mad, it converged above his Dantian Qi Sea.

That place had originally been a chaotic void.

But this energy, like a red-hot drill bit, brutally bored an opening into that void.

[Skill Implantation beginning...]

[Opening associated acupoint for Host...]

Han Feng felt his Dantian being torn apart and reassembled thousands of times.

After the excruciating pain came an indescribable sense of clarity.

Using Introspection, he was amazed to discover that a golden point of light had appeared out of thin air at the confluence of his twenty Dao Veins, which were as wide as great rivers.

An acupoint, only the size of a grain of rice.

It was minuscule, yet it radiated a brilliant, star-like red-gold light.

At the center of the acupoint, a strand of red-gold energy, as fine as a hair, slowly roamed as if it had a life of its own.

It was no longer the gentle, water-like Sword Essence, but was instead compressed from countless microscopic blades and flames.

Every fluctuation it emitted carried the terrifying true intent of "incinerating all creation and annihilating the Divine Soul."

Soul-Burning Sword Aura!

’So this is the true form of Soul-Burning Sword Aura?’

With a thought, Han Feng tentatively mobilized a stream of silver-white Sword Essence, carefully approaching the newborn Red Gold Acupoint.

The next second, something magical happened.

The moment the originally silver-white Sword Essence passed through the acupoint, its volume instantly shrank by a third.

But its color became deeper and more condensed.

The edges of the energy, which had been somewhat ethereal before, were now incomparably sharp.

’Purification?’

Han Feng’s eyes lit up instantly.

This wasn’t just a Skill; it was a fully automatic, high-efficiency purifier!

The purity of the Sword Essence that flowed through this acupoint was boosted by at least thirty percent!

In this era, the total amount of Energy determined one’s stamina, while the quality of that Energy determined whether you could break through an enemy’s defense!

He had hit the jackpot this time.

Han Feng suppressed his ecstasy and turned his gaze back to the instrument panel in front of him.

’Since the quality of my Sword Essence has improved, what if I use this stuff to fly the plane?’

’Let’s try it!’

He tried to draw out that hair-thin strand of Red Gold Sword Aura from the acupoint and, following his meridians, inject it into the War Eagle beneath him.

VMMMM!

The War Eagle, which had been flying smoothly, suddenly shuddered violently.

It was as if someone had suddenly poured a barrel of jet fuel into a diesel-powered tractor.

On the instrument panel, all the readouts instantly shot into the red!

[Warning! Ultra-high Energy Level detected! Engine overload! Instantaneous thrust increase: 40%!]

[Warning! Neural Resonance rate has exceeded the critical value! Current synchronization rate: 98%!]

An unprecedented sense of clarity flooded his mind.

Han Feng felt as if he was no longer sitting in the cockpit, but had truly become the steel War Eagle itself.

The feel of the wings slicing through the air, the high temperature of the engine exhaust, and even the tightness of a single rivet on its metal skin—all of it was fed back into his mind with perfect clarity.

The thrill of Human-Machine Unity made him want to let out a long, triumphant roar.

"Rise!"

Han Feng’s will flickered.

Without the slightest delay, the massive War Eagle executed a terrifying climb that defied all laws of physics, shooting toward the heavens like a black arrow.

At the same time, a feedback force a hundred times more violent than ever before surged back through the neural connection system, pouring ferociously into his body!

This power was more violent than ever before, like a steel blade scraping his very bones, as it scoured his twenty Dao Veins and his entire skeleton.

Pain!

A bone-deep, excruciating pain, as if he were being crushed from the inside out!

Yet amid this agony, Han Feng could clearly perceive his bones growing denser through their groans of protest, and his Dao Veins growing wider and more tenacious as they were torn.

"The efficiency... has increased more than tenfold!"

Han Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with excitement.

If leveling up by flying the plane was like riding a bicycle before, now it was like riding a rocket.

At this rate, even without taking pills or meditating...

...as long as he flew this thing in the sky for two hours every day...

...in less than half a month...

...he could polish his twenty Dao Veins to Perfection and directly charge into the true Tier Three Enlightenment Realm!

"Half-Step Enlightenment..."

Han Feng muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips.

Although his Cultivation was still at the Meridian Passage Realm, with this Red Gold Acupoint that could both purify Energy and be directly unleashed to harm enemies...

...he was now confident he could slap a true Tier Three Martial Artist to death.

"Time to head back!"

Han Feng pushed the throttle, and the War Eagle transformed into a black streak of lightning, hurtling toward Dragon’s Fang Port.