High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The instructions were simple: "Maintain form, lock onto enemy target, and maximize sustained firepower output!"

BZZZT!

The Flame Flying Dragon, which had been staring blankly, seemed to have been injected with a true soul at this moment. It had come completely alive!

A cold, nimble red light flashed within its pupils, which were formed from high-density flames!

"ROAR—!!!"

Although it had no vocal cords, the violent vibrations of the air under extreme heat produced a draconic roar that tore through the night sky, filled with tyranny and majesty!

It had a streamlined body reminiscent of a hypersonic fighter jet. When its wings spread, they revealed a series of exquisitely precise Rune Circuits that glowed with a blinding light, like red-hot blood vessels.

This wasn’t Magic.

This was a Flame Weapon, forcibly forged from Spiritual Energy Technology and Rune Arrays!

Han Feng opened his eyes, his mind reeling in shock at the ferocious creation before him. With a flicker of thought,

"Go!"

AOOO—!

The air trembled, letting out a sharp screech akin to a dragon’s cry.

The Flame Flying Dragon beat its wings, instantly breaking the sound barrier and streaking through the air as a splendid red trail of light, charging violently toward Yingyue Lake outside the villa!

It no longer needed Han Feng to divert his attention to control every single detail.

Because Dead Object Awakening had granted it simple combat intelligence.

It knew how to maintain its flight posture, how to lock onto a target, and how to... unleash a barrage!

The moment it flew over the lake’s surface,

the Flame Flying Dragon suddenly opened its maw. The miniature Array in its throat spun wildly, compressing the surrounding Fire Spiritual Qi to its absolute limit!

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

A series of high-pressure fireballs, each only the size of a fist but dark crimson in color, shot out from its mouth like a machine cannon, tracing lethal trajectories across the night sky!

This wasn’t the Fireball Technique.

This was... a Flame Machine Cannon!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The fireballs slammed into the water, instantly vaporizing large patches of the lake and causing muffled explosions that sounded like war drums.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Han Feng felt his Spiritual Power draining away at a rapid pace.

Sustaining the existence of this "dragon" was devouring his Spiritual Power at an alarming rate, far more exaggerated than when he used the Three-Inch Heart Sword.

The Spiritual quality within the initial "fireball" that served as the core vessel was also about to be depleted.

’It’s about to collapse.’

Han Feng made his judgment.

’Then let’s have the most brilliant fireworks before the curtain falls.’

"Explode!"

He severed the Spiritual Link.

At the same time, a command sent through a back-door Rune he had preset directly triggered the Energy self-destruct core inside the Flame Flying Dragon.

The intricate Rune structure instantly reversed, directing all the gathered Energy to a single point and triggering a chain reaction.

Then, the Flame Flying Dragon dove headfirst into the center of the lake.

The next second.

BOOOM—!!!

An earth-shattering, deafening boom, as if it could overturn the entire world, completely shattered the silence of the night.

The entire surface of Yingyue Lake looked as if it had been directly hit by a heavy-duty aerial bomb!

A terrifying column of water over thirty meters in diameter, mixed with billowing steam and dark red firelight,

shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, soaring nearly a hundred meters high!

A violent shockwave swept out in a ring, uprooting the weeping willows on the shore, whipping them about wildly as their leaves rustled loudly. RUSTLE RUSTLE.

Even the alloy glass of Han Feng’s villa buzzed and trembled as if under an unbearable load, a web of cracks appearing on its surface!

A misty spray rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Han Feng stood in the rain, letting the warm lake water soak his clothes, but he didn’t try to take cover.

His eyes, illuminated by the firelight and mist, were frighteningly bright!

On his retinas, several lines of light blue system prompts were refreshing frantically.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. By using the Fire Spirit Sword to execute the "Flame Flying Dragon" technique, your Fireball Technique experience has increased by 500.]

[Fireball Technique: Entry Level (2/100) → Mastery (203/400)]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have comprehended a self-created Middle Tier Magic: Flame Flying Dragon!]

[Flame Flying Dragon: Entry Level (1/1000)]

"Haha... HAHAHAHA!"

Han Feng suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter echoed in the empty backyard, filled with an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and wild abandon.

’Awesome! This is so fucking awesome!’

"This is what Cultivation Immortality is all about! This is what a Sword Immortal is!"

"This is the right way to use a golden finger!"

"Who says a Sword Immortal can only fly around on a piece of iron?"

"Anything and everything can be a sword!"

"Fire is a sword, water is a sword, wind is a sword.

In the future... gravity will be my sword, Space will be my sword, and Time will be my sword too!"

"As long as I can understand its essence, as long as I can bestow it with a Spiritual nature, it is my sword!"

At this moment, Han Feng finally understood the truly abnormal aspect of his golden finger.

It didn’t give him a "fish," but rather the highest-grade "fishing net."

The things limiting his power had never been his Cultivation Realm or his resources and wealth.

It was his cognition! His imagination!

’Knowledge is power.’

Han Feng murmured to himself.

He had heard this phrase countless times in his past life and read it countless times in Western Wizard novels.

But in the Eastern Cultivation Immortality World, everyone talked about Root Bone, comprehension, and fortuitous encounters.

But now, he was forging a completely different path.

Analyzing Magic with an industrialized mindset, constructing Divine Techniques with a programmer’s logic.

At this moment, he thought of the "Kunlun Holy City" that Chen Beixuan had mentioned.

He thought of the so-called "Corpse Collector" patrol fleet.

Before, he’d had a touch of a Transmigrator’s arrogance, thinking those people were just picking up trash, that they were engaged in pointless work.

But now, that disdain had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a deep sense of apprehension and admiration.

’Those people from Kunlun, they collect the remains of ancient civilizations from all over the world, analyzing what seems like useless knowledge...’

’Did they realize this long ago?’

’Perhaps, within that massive database they call the "Tower of Babel," there truly is an ultimate weapon capable of fighting the Divine.’

And even...

A thought that made his own blood run cold flashed through Han Feng’s mind.

’Are they using the entire Blue Star as bait, conducting some kind of insane experiment, trying to reverse-prey on those high-dimensional predators?’

’If that’s really the case...’

’Then the scale of this game is far too grand.’

Han Feng shook his head, pushing aside these terrifying thoughts.

’I’m overthinking it. When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. I’m just a small fry in the Enlightenment Realm, why should I worry about such things?’

The most pressing matter now was to see this path through.

’The Fireball Technique is done, so next up is... the Light Body Technique?’

’If I treat the Light Body Technique as "Air Flow Control" and combine it with the principles of a fighter jet’s aerodynamic design...’

’Could I create a "Wind-Riding Sword"?’

The more Han Feng thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing he could get up and try it again right now.

But the needle-like stabbing pain coming from deep within his brain forced him to abandon the idea.

The after-effects of over-exhausting his Spiritual Power had arrived.

’Forget it. There’s always tomorrow.’

The "Flame Flying Dragon" just now was a bit too powerful, and the commotion it caused was far too great.

A few more of those, and the school administration would probably be knocking on his door tomorrow to discuss compensation.

Moreover, the feeling of Spiritual Power exhaustion was washing over him like a tide.

Although his total Spiritual Power was as high as 4500 hertz, the high-precision micromanagement and modification he had just performed had taken a huge toll on his mind.

’Time for bed.’

Han Feng yawned and turned to walk toward the villa.

Now that he had found the path, there was no need to rush.

The Kunlun trade fair was in half a month.

He had to go.

And he had to go with enough bargaining chips.

He would use the "Black Technology" in his hands to trade for the "truth" inside the heads of those Kunlun scholars.

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