High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

’An ambush that deep would be difficult to detect even with a Tier Four Middle Stage Spiritual Power scan.

Unless... the enemy possesses some special ability to see through the very essence of Energy.’

’And that attack frequency and coverage area...’

Blood Slaughter closed his eyes, replaying the scene in his mind.

To be able to instantly lock onto and destroy mobile targets scattered across dozens of square nautical miles meant the enemy possessed an incredibly terrifying over-the-horizon strike capability.

’A technological weapon? Or some kind of large-scale Array?’

He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

"Someone,"

Blood Slaughter called out, his voice hoarse.

A spectral shadow materialized silently from the darkness.

"Guardian."

"Go. Mobilize all our underground contacts in East Sea City."

Blood Slaughter pulled a black token engraved with a skull from his robes and tossed it to the shadow.

"At any cost, I want to know the background of that pilot."

"Yes, sir!"

The shadow caught the token, flickered, and vanished back into the darkness.

Blood Slaughter settled back onto his throne of white bone, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, producing a series of grating, sharp clicks.

He was a cautious man.

He would not make another move until he understood his opponent’s hand.

The Blood Sharks were valuable, but they were merely tools. As long as he was still around, lost tools could be replaced.

But to throw himself into the fray without even knowing who his enemy was—that would be the act of a true fool.

...

「Two hours later.」

A highly encrypted electronic document was sent to Blood Slaughter’s personal terminal through a deeply covert channel.

Blood Slaughter opened the document, his eyes scanning it quickly.

’Han Feng, A Level Student at East Sea Martial Arts University... Tenth-Layer of the Meridian Passage Realm... Technical consultant for the Celestial Craft Group...’

The initial information seemed unremarkable. Aside from the "Tenth-Layer of the Meridian Passage Realm" being slightly conspicuous, he just seemed like a somewhat talented student.

However, when his gaze fell on the final line of red text at the bottom of the document, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

Top Secret Combat Record: Publicly executed Tier Four Grandmaster "Ghost Face" on a main street in the West District of East Sea City.

Method: Suspected use of some form of defense-ignoring Spiritual Slash Divine Technique.

CLATTER.

The terminal in Blood Slaughter’s hand fell to the floor.

He sat frozen on his throne, a chill running up his spine and straight to the top of his head.

’Executed... a Tier Four Grandmaster?’

’Ghost Face?’

He had heard that name before. Although Ghost Face was just an unaffiliated Grandmaster, with his strength being at the bottom of the barrel among Tier Fours...

...he was still a Grandmaster! An expert who had already condensed Primordial Qi and whose Spiritual Power had undergone a transformation!

And he was slaughtered by a kid who hadn’t even reached Enlightenment?

’And with a "defense-ignoring Spiritual Slash," no less?’

An image flashed through Blood Slaughter’s mind—the description given by the Holy Envoy who had escaped.

An invisible sword light had directly shattered the core of the Void Sea Demon.

"So that’s how it is... So that’s how it is!"

Blood Slaughter shot to his feet, pacing back and forth on the narrow altar, his expression shifting erratically.

He finally understood why the Holy Envoy had been defeated so miserably, and why his Blood Shark Group had been wiped out so inexplicably.

This Han Feng wasn’t some genius student at all.

He was a goddamn monster in human skin!

A monster equipped with top-tier technology who had also mastered a terrifyingly lethal Divine Technique!

Dragon’s Fang Island was situated on the edge of the Dragon Abyss Sky Mist Area Boundary Membrane, where Space was weak. He couldn’t cross over at all.

Even though he desperately wanted to go over and crush that ant himself...

...he knew it wasn’t realistic.

With his current methods, there was no good way to physically kill the kid.

Blood Slaughter stopped pacing, his eyes turning utterly sinister.

"Since I can’t deal with you through brute force..."

Blood Slaughter bent down to pick up his terminal, a cruel and cunning smile spreading across his face.

"...then we’ll play a different game."

Blood Slaughter turned to face the gloomy abyss behind him, his voice as low as an Evil Ghost’s whisper.

"Send the order: cease all military harassment of Dragon’s Fang Port."

"Also, have the ’Blood Fox’ team come see me."

"Since that kid likes playing the hero, likes protecting others..."

"...I’ll give him a grand gift."

In the darkness, several pairs of lurid green eyes lit up, then quickly faded away.