High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"It was a... a dragon... made of pure flame."

He struggled to find the words, trying to describe a sight that was beyond his comprehension.

"That Fire Dragon... it flew out of the courtyard of Villa Nine. It was nearly five meters long, with wings, and its form was so condensed it looked solid."

"It circled in the air and spat fireballs from its mouth. The speed was incredible, like... like the Garrison Army’s six-barreled Vulcan cannon!"

"Finally, it let out a silent roar, plunged headfirst into the lake... and then... this happened."

The three of them were stunned.

The "machine-gun Fire Dragon," described from a Martial Artist’s perspective, was far more shocking than any purely magical description.

"A Demon Beast’s Transformation?"

’No, there’s no residual Demon Core aura,’ Su Qinghe mused. ’A High Tier Contracted Beast losing control?’

"I don’t think so."

Chen Beixuan, however, had caught the key piece of information.

He followed Old Liu’s gaze.

It was Villa Nine, now completely dark, all its lights extinguished.

"It flew out of Villa Nine?" Chen Beixuan asked, his voice low.

"Yes!"

Old Liu was absolutely certain.

"That... Mr. Han was standing right in the courtyard. I saw him perfectly clearly. He just... waved his hand."

Lei Zhentian rubbed his stubbled chin and turned to Chen Beixuan with a suspicious look.

"Old Chen, who’s living in Villa Nine? Some Fire Grandmaster named Han moved in, and you didn’t even bother to introduce us?"

Su Qinghe also looked over curiously.

Anyone who could casually unleash a Divine Technique of this caliber had to be an absolute master of the art.

If she could invite such a person to be a guest professor at the Rune Academy, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Chen Beixuan’s expression turned exceedingly strange, his emotions unreadable.

’He had a good idea who it was.’

’But he’d rather be wrong.’

’Didn’t this kid just break through to the Enlightenment Realm?’

’How could he turn around and casually whip up an Energy Attack comparable to the Tier Four Late Stage?’

’Was he eating Elixir Pills or nuclear fuel?!’

"Ahem."

Chen Beixuan cleared his throat. His voice was a little hoarse as he stared at the villa with a complicated look in his eyes.

"The one living here... you probably won’t believe me when I tell you."

"Not a Grandmaster?" Lei Zhentian asked, taken aback. "Is it some reclusive elder from one of the great families?"

"Not that either." Chen Beixuan let out a long sigh. It felt like his teeth were aching.

"He’s... a student from our academy."

The area fell deathly silent.

The only sound was the bubbling of the distant lake.

Lei Zhentian and Su Qinghe looked as if they’d been hit by a Body Fixation Technique. Both of them stared at Chen Beixuan, their eyes wider than saucers.

"A... a student?"

Lei Zhentian pointed a finger as thick as a carrot at the massive crater—a pit large enough to swallow an entire armored platoon—and his voice cracked.

"Old Chen, are you fucking kidding me?"

"What kind of student can make a mess like this?

This kind of power... Even if you took all your top fourth-year students, tied them together, and gave each one a ’Silent Extinction’ tactical missile, they couldn’t create this kind of vitrified effect!"

Su Qinghe looked just as incredulous. She adjusted her glasses, her beautiful eyes behind the lenses filled with disbelief.

"Vice-Dean Chen, this joke is not funny.

To be able to control Fire Spiritual Power to the point of Transformation and build such a precise internal structure...

That level of mastery... even a High Level Tutor who has been teaching at the academy for ten years couldn’t achieve it."

"I wish I could say it was a joke."

Chen Beixuan rubbed his aching temples, his expression a mixture of exasperation, pain, and a hint of pride he couldn’t quite hide.

"But the one living here really is a student from our academy."

"The very same... Han Feng, who developed the ’Ghost’ fighter jet and, not long ago, killed a Half-step Grandmaster at Dragon’s Fang Port, causing that huge uproar."

Hearing the name "Han Feng," Lei Zhentian and Su Qinghe’s shock instantly intensified into sheer astonishment.

"The Honorary Major that Li Tiecheng treats like the apple of his eye?"

Lei Zhentian pointed at the massive, vitrified crater, the veins on his neck bulging.

"Han Feng? That third-year Spiritual Energy Technology genius?"

"And you’re telling me *he* caused all that?"

He refused to believe it. He wouldn’t believe it if his life depended on it.

’That was a plasma shockwave, formed by an instantaneous burst of extreme heat and pressure.’

"Even an ordinary Tier Four Early Stage Fire Grandmaster going all out could only blast a big crater. How could they possibly smelt the lakebed into a solid sheet of glass?"

Su Qinghe remained silent.

The Dean of the Rune Academy’s figure blurred, and she landed directly at the bottom of the steaming crater.

She crouched, extending a long, slender, pale finger to gently trace the surface of the still-hot, vitrified ground.

A searing pain shot through her fingertip, but more than that, there was a violent, residual aura that sent a tremor of fear through even a Rune Grandmaster like herself.

"Something’s not right."

Su Qinghe stood, her brows knitting together.

"Lei Manzi, come down and look at this."

Lei Zhentian snorted, then leaped, landing at the bottom of the crater with a BOOM.

"What am I looking at? Isn’t it just scorched?"

"The patterns."

Su Qinghe pointed at the scorch marks on the ground. They radiated outwards, but also followed a strange, specific pattern.

"A typical Fire Martial Art explodes from the center and spreads outwards indiscriminately. But this attack was different."

Her finger traced the path of the scorch marks, sketching a three-dimensional model in the air.

"Before it detonated, its Energy underwent at least three internal compressions and folds. This is an incredibly precise structure of Energy Circuits."

"It’s like..." Su Qinghe paused, searching for the right words.

"It’s like they stuffed an entire military-grade turbocharging system inside a tiny fireball."

It was giving Lei Zhentian a headache. "Just spit it out. What does it mean?"

Su Qinghe looked up at the pitch-black villa on the shore, her eyes gleaming with an almost fanatical light.