High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Bank left, dive, and pull a Cobra Maneuver... Take this!"

BOOM!

A deep, muffled roar echoed from the depths of the sea.

A massive column of water shot toward the sky, churning with mud and shattered rock.

Han Feng brought his fighter jet lower, circling above the point of impact.

A few minutes later, a large cloud of murky black blood billowed to the surface, staining the azure seawater red.

A mangled corpse floated to the surface.

It was a monstrous fish over five meters long. It resembled a shark, but its entire body was covered in dark red, bone-like scales, and a row of sharp barbs grew from its dorsal fin.

The most disgusting part was its head. It had no eyes, only a circular maw lined with sharp teeth that was still twitching erratically.

Han Feng activated [All Things Identification].

[Target: Blood Demon Shark (Tier Three Early Stage·Bio Modified Body)]

[Source: A biological weapon secretly cultivated by the Blood Feeding Sect.]

[Trait: Cold-blooded Concealment (Can block most electronic radar and Low Tier Divine Sense probes), Bloodthirsty Fury.]

[Weakness: Unstable mental core, extremely fearful of Thunder Attribute Attacks.]

"The Blood Feeding Sect?"

Han Feng looked at the information on the panel. Not only was he not the least bit tense, but he couldn’t help laughing out loud.

"I was wondering why it was so quiet around Dragon’s Fang Port. Turns out some filth was lurking underwater, brewing up trouble."

’This thing was clearly designed for a sneak attack on the port.’

’No eyes meant it didn’t need sight, relying entirely on sensing the aura of blood to lock onto targets. The strong concealment ability meant it was designed to bypass the port’s sonar defense network.’

’Under normal circumstances, this would have been a huge problem.’

Unfortunately for them, their luck had run out. They had run into Han Feng, a man who was basically a walking cheat code.

From the higher-dimensional perspective of [Spiritual Vision], this so-called "perfect concealment" was as obvious as a louse on a bald man’s head—impossible to miss.

"Since you’ve come all this way, it’d be rude of me not to be a good host."

Han Feng chuckled, pulled on the control stick, and the fighter jet looped in the air, turning back toward Dragon’s Fang Port.

...

「Twenty minutes later, at the Dragon’s Fang Port airfield.」

Liu Zhen was overseeing a maintenance crew on a transport plane when he saw the black fighter jet make a hasty landing. His heart sank.

As soon as the jet came to a stop, Han Feng leaped down the boarding ladder and shouted to the ground crew chief, Old Wang:

"Old Wang! Open up warehouse number two!

Get all the Red Falcons! Move them all out!"

Liu Zhen ran over, sweating profusely.

"Specialist, what’s happened?

Should I sound the alarm?"

"What’s there to be alarmed about?"

Han Feng took off his gloves, his expression relaxed.

"I’ve found a jackpot. Free merit points, delivered right to our door."

"A jackpot?" Liu Zhen looked completely baffled.

"Don’t ask so many questions."

Han Feng pointed to warehouse number two.

"Have your men load up the wing hardpoints.

Also, get another hundred Red Falcons ready for me. I’ll pick them up myself in a bit."

Liu Zhen glanced at the warehouse full of cheap missiles covered in strange Runes, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

’Are those things really useful?’

But he didn’t dare to ask and could only comply immediately.

「Ten minutes later.」

After the hardpoints on the Shadow X-01 Fighter were fully loaded, Han Feng walked up to the mountain of storage containers. With a wave of his hand, dozens of boxes of missiles vanished into thin air.

This feat made the eyes of the surrounding ground crew nearly pop out of their sockets.

’Spatial equipment! That’s the stuff of legends!’

Watching the fighter jet roar to life again and lift off with ease, Liu Zhen and the other ground crew members looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Chief... what is the Specialist going to do?"

A young crewman stammered.

Liu Zhen swallowed hard, gazing at the distant streak of light as he mumbled:

"He said... he’s going fishing with explosives."

...

「Thirty nautical miles east of Dragon’s Fang Port.」

This stretch of sea was about to receive a visit from a ridiculously unfair Butcher.

"My little darlings, big bro is here to warm you all up."

Han Feng hovered at a high altitude, his [Spiritual Vision] fully active.

In the shadows of the underwater cliff below, at least thirty Blood Demon Sharks lay densely packed in ambush.

They were like a pack of Evil Ghosts awaiting the midnight bell, silently waiting to sink their fangs into the throat of Dragon’s Fang Port.

Unfortunately for them, before midnight could strike, the Grim Reaper arrived first.

"You like playing hide-and-seek, huh? I’ll play with you."

Han Feng grinned, and with a flicker of his Divine Thought,

ten Red Falcons detached from beneath the wings. Like ten black reapers, they slipped silently into the water.

Deep beneath the sea, the largest of the Blood Sharks served as the "Shark King" for this pack of assassins.

The moment the first missile detonated, it was startled awake.

It immediately let out a silent, mental roar.

Instead of scattering, the other Blood Sharks that received the command quickly converged, their dark red Energy Fields linking together.

They actually formed a viscous "flesh-and-blood swamp" on the seafloor, capable of interfering with Divine Sense probes!

"Oh? They even have tactical coordination?"

Han Feng was slightly surprised, but then he sneered.

"Trying to pull that trick in front of me? How amateur."

He split his Divine Thought into ten streams, precisely controlling the ten missiles.

Just as five of them were about to make contact with the "flesh-and-blood swamp," the Blast Flame Arrays engraved on their warheads were detonated prematurely!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Five fireballs erupted underwater, and the violent flows of energy instantly tore five massive gaps in the viscous, bloody mist.

The other five missiles took advantage of this opening, passing through the gaps like phantoms to strike five panicked Blood Sharks with perfect accuracy.

The chain reaction of explosions kicked up a Furious Wave on the seabed!

[Ding! Killed a Tier Three Early Stage Blood Demon Shark. Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +10.]

"Running? You think you can escape?"

Han Feng watched the Shark King in his Spiritual Vision as it tried to burrow into the silt, and he tapped a finger lightly on the control panel.

Two missiles instantly teleported out of his Storage Space, nose to tail, and plunged into the sea.

The first one blew away the thick layer of silt.

The second, infused with a trace of Han Feng’s Soul-Burning Sword Aura, flew directly into the Shark King’s maw and drilled its way inside!

RUMBLE!

This dimensionally-superior strike was clean and decisive.

This pack of deep-sea assassins, yet to even bare their fangs, was wiped out in one fell swoop by the dishonorable "dynamite fisherman" without ever even seeing their enemy’s face.

...

Meanwhile, in a deep-sea trench three hundred nautical miles away,

Blood Slaughter sat cross-legged on an altar built of bones. He held a cup of scarlet liquid, a look of morbid ecstasy on his face.

Before him were more than thirty Bone Lamps, each burning with a green flame.

Each lamp was connected to the life force of a Blood Demon Shark.

This was his trump card, cultivated over ten painstaking years using the lifeblood of countless living humans and High Tier Demon Beast Materials.

’As long as tonight’s operation is a success, even if it only destroys half of Dragon’s Fang Port,’

’my status within the sect will skyrocket. I might even receive the blessing of a True God and break through to the Tier Four Middle Stage.’

"Soon... very soon..."

Blood Slaughter muttered to himself, his eyes filled with greed.

Suddenly,

PUFF.

A Bone Lamp on the very edge extinguished without warning.

Blood Slaughter froze for a moment.

"What’s going on? Are those beasts killing each other again?"

The Blood Sharks were savage by nature; it was common for them to fight over territory.

He frowned but didn’t pay it much mind.

However, before he could even put down his cup,

PUFF! PUFF! PUFF!

It was as if someone were fanning a strong breeze.

The three rows of Bone Lamps began to go out, one after another.

First one, then three, then five...

In less than ten seconds, half the lamps on the altar had gone dark!

"This... How is this possible?!"

Blood Slaughter shot to his feet, the bone cup in his hand falling to the ground and shattering.

’These Blood Sharks are scattered across several nautical miles, and they all have extremely strong concealment abilities.’

’Even a Tier Four Grandmaster sweeping with sonar couldn’t possibly find and kill so many in such a short time!’

’Unless... unless the enemy is using a map hack!’

PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF!

While he was still stunned, the dozen or so remaining lamps began to go out in a frenzy, as if by prior agreement.

The speed at which they extinguished was rhythmic, like the beat of a drum played by death itself.

When the last, thickest Bone Lamp—the one representing the Shark King—flickered twice and then dissipated into a wisp of smoke,

Blood Slaughter felt as if a heavy sledgehammer had slammed into his chest.

"Argh!"

He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the altar red.

It was the backlash from the severing of their mental connection.

He staggered back two steps, barely managing to steady himself by grabbing a bone pillar. His perpetually sinister face was now a mask of sheer terror and disbelief, as if he’d seen a ghost.

"Gone... They’re all gone..."

"My treasures... My life’s work..."

"Who was it?! Just who did this?!"

Blood Slaughter let out a hysterical roar. His voice echoed through the empty trench, causing loose rocks to tremble and fall.

He didn’t understand.

’Those were biological weapons capable of evading even the most advanced radar in East Sea City!’

’How could they have been swatted out of existence so easily, as if by someone with a flyswatter?’