High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

When that time comes, forget the Sun Family—even the Gaia Alliance Council will have to act according to his whims.

"Muxue."

Su Zhen looked at his eldest granddaughter.

"I’m here."

"Double the additional investment for the ’Night Falcon’ project."

Su Zhen said decisively, "Also, notify all the material suppliers under our family’s banner.

Any materials needed for Han Feng’s project get a green light, and they are to be sold at cost.

If anyone dares to create a bottleneck, expel them from the family immediately!"

"Understood." Su Muxue nodded. "And what about the Sun Family..."

"The Sun Family?"

Su Zhen sneered. "A pack of declawed tigers dares to call themselves tigers?

From this day forward, the Su Family will sever all business ties with the remnants of the Sun Family’s power.

Since Han Feng wants to see this through to the bitter end, we’ll be the ones to hand him the knife."

This was a blatant declaration of allegiance.

Su Yunxi was a little excited.

"Grandpa, can I go deliver some restorative supplements to Han Feng tomorrow?

I heard that one sword strike took a lot out of him."

Su Zhen glanced at his younger granddaughter and smiled meaningfully.

"Go ahead. And remember to dress up nicely."

...

If the great families’ reactions were opportunistic calculations of profit and loss, then for the "ordinary" elites who had once fought alongside Han Feng, tonight was a carnival.

In East Sea City Zone C, at a barbecue stall named "Blazing Fire."

The air was thick with smoke, and the place was buzzing with noise.

Lei Qianjun was shirtless, one foot propped on a crate of empty beer bottles. With a fistful of meat skewers in hand, he was animatedly bragging to a few friends from other universities, spit flying from his mouth.

"Let me tell you, that scene... TSK TSK... it was enough to scare a man to death!"

Lei Qianjun chugged a mouthful of beer, his face red and neck bulging as he roared:

"That Grandmaster from the Blood Feeding Sect... when he released his aura, it felt like the sky was falling.

I was standing right next to Brother Han... well, maybe two streets away."

"But I wasn’t scared!

Seriously! I was about to charge in and help, but guess what happened?"

"Brother Han is a true badass!

He just glanced at me, his eyes totally calm, as if to say, ’Old Lei, step back. Don’t get splattered with blood.’"

"Then, with a SWISH!"

Lei Qianjun brandished the skewers in his hand like a sword and swung them fiercely. "A head hit the floor! Clean and simple!"

The group of people around him was dumbfounded.

"Come on, Old Lei, you’re exaggerating, right?

That was a Grandmaster. Was it really just one strike?"

"Yeah, someone at the Meridian Passage level killing a Grandmaster? That just doesn’t make sense."

"To hell with your sense!"

Lei Qianjun’s eyes widened. He pulled out his communicator and brought up a photo of himself and Han Feng in the Secret Realm—a candid shot of their profiles he’d taken right after they exited.

"See this? Who is this?

This is Brother Han!

He and I went through life and death together in the Secret Realm! Would I lie to you?"

Lei Qianjun wasn’t the only one like this that night.

Zhou Qi, Gu Yun, Fan Jian... all the students who had been pulled back from the brink of despair by Han Feng on G-09 Island were in their own circles, describing the legend of that "lone wolf" in the most exaggerated terms.

...

Where some celebrated, others despaired.

In the West District, inside a luxuriously decorated private room at an exclusive club.

Several second-generation heirs, who were normally unbearably arrogant, were now huddled on the sofa, not daring to breathe too loudly.

The phones on the table were ringing one after another. Without exception, the caller IDs all showed their family elders.

Zhao Kuo answered his phone with a trembling hand, and his father’s roar immediately came from the other end.

"You little bastard! Where are you?"

"Dad, I’m out drinking..."

"Drinking, drinking, drinking! All you know how to do is drink!

I’m warning you, for the time being, you better keep that rotten temper of yours in check!

Especially if you see that guy from East Sea Martial Arts University named Han Feng. You walk the other way!"

Zhao Kuo shrank back and muttered, "Dad, is it that serious? He’s just a..."

"Shut up!"

The voice on the other end of the line suddenly jumped an octave. "Haven’t you seen the news?

Just a little while ago, he slaughtered a Tier Four Guardian from the Blood Feeding Sect!

Slaughtered him right on the street!

If you’ve got a death wish, go ahead and provoke him, but don’t drag the whole family down with you!"

"BEEP BEEP BEEP..."

The call ended.

Zhao Kuo’s face was ashen, and the hand holding his phone was shaking.

A deathly silence filled the private room.

Just before, they had been gathered together, complaining that the "Kindling Project" had cut into their families’ Spiritual Power quotas and cursing Han Feng as a mud-legged peasant stealing their resources.

They had even been discussing how to find an opportunity to sabotage the "Shadow" project.

Now, those thoughts had melted away like snow in the sun, vanishing completely in an instant.

’Sabotage him?

Sabotage a monster who can kill a Grandmaster?

Do they think the heads on their own necks are tougher than a Grandmaster’s?’

"From now on..."

Zhao Kuo swallowed hard, his voice dry. "When you see Han Feng, be polite.

No, be respectful."

Everyone bobbed their heads in fervent agreement.

...

Celestial Craft Group, No. 3 Research Institute.

Li Mo sat in the unlit office, his indistinct silhouette barely outlined by the neon lights outside the window.

The ashtray on his desk was already overflowing with cigarette butts.

He stared at the data analysis report on the tablet in his hand.

On it, the curve evaluating Han Feng’s combat power had shot past the top of the chart, replaced by a single red exclamation mark.

"Heh..."

Li Mo let out a short, neurotic laugh.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the throbbing space between his eyebrows.

As a high-level mole planted in the Celestial Craft Group by the "Observer" faction, he had seen many geniuses, and he had destroyed many geniuses.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered a monster like Han Feng, who defied all common sense and even logic itself.

’Thank goodness...’

Li Mo glanced at the paper shredder in the corner. Inside was a document he had just destroyed.

It was the "Plan B" he had originally prepared to implement.

Using an equipment malfunction to stage an "accident."

Now, that plan seemed like a complete joke.

If he had actually made a move today, no matter how secretly he had done it, there would probably be more than one head hanging on the city gates right now.

’The Sun Family is finished, and the Blood Feeding Sect’s network in East Sea City has been severed.’

Li Mo put his glasses back on, a cold light glinting off the lenses.

’If I can’t beat him, then I’ll lie low and wait for an opportunity.’

’Someone so audacious is bound to stumble eventually.’

He opened his computer, created a new document, and titled it:

"Supplemental Recommendations for Optimizing the Thermal Efficiency of the X-01 Prototype Engine (Third Edition)."

From this day forward, he, Li Mo, would be Han Feng’s most loyal subordinate, his most diligent deputy.

As long as he kept himself hidden deep enough, as long as he proved himself useful enough, the sword hanging over his head probably wouldn’t fall... right?

...

In a sewer, in a dark basement.

This was one of the Blood Feeding Sect’s strongholds in East Sea City.

The Cultists, who were usually arrogant and treated human lives like dirt, were now scurrying around the narrow space like a pack of terrified rats.

"The Guardian is dead... Lord Ghost Face is dead!"

"How is that possible? He was a Grandmaster! One of the chosen of our God!"

"What do we do? We can’t contact headquarters! The Holy Infant is gone too!"

Panic was spreading. Without a Tier Four Powerhouse to hold the line, this disorderly mob was instantly reduced to its true, pathetic form.

"BOOM!"

With a tremendous bang, the heavy iron door was blasted open by a directional charge.

Through the smoke and dust, fully armed special ops soldiers from the Garrison Army poured in like a black tide.

"Don’t move! Get on the ground!"

"Resisters will be killed without question!"

Li Tiecheng, wearing combat boots, stepped onto the shattered glass covering the floor, which crunched under his weight.

"Now that you’ve shown your faces, don’t even think about crawling back into your holes."

He looked at the trembling Cultists, a cruel smile spreading across his face.