High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The "Earth’s Pulse" ability, with its Healing and shield regeneration, was practically a perpetual motion machine.

He had originally just wanted to give the Lei Brothers a surprise.

He never expected that he’d accidentally create something so incredible.

Han Feng pushed himself up from the console, grabbed a High Tier Nutrient Liquid from a nearby cabinet, and chugged it down.

This Artifact Refining technique, which integrated an Array into the material’s Microscopic structure, showed him infinite possibilities.

’If I used this technique on the ’Ghost’ fighter jets...’

Han Feng shuddered.

The workload would probably suck him dry.

’One step at a time.’

He walked over, patted the still-warm Armor, and stored it in his Void Stone.

Han Feng walked out of the Particle Furnace workshop, casually flicked on his communicator, and dialed Long Xiao’s number.

"Uncle Long, tell the two Lei Brothers their order is ready. They can pick it up at your shop."

Long Xiao’s gruff voice came from the other end of the communicator. The background was noisy, as if he were in the middle of repairing something.

"Alright, I’ll contact them now. You kid, you finished in less than half a month? That’s some impressive efficiency."

Han Feng just smiled and didn’t explain further.

...

「East Sea City, the Black Market.」

The atmosphere inside One-Eyed Dragon’s firearm repair shop was a bit heavy.

The two brothers, Lei Hu and Lei Xiao, sat at a greasy table. In front of them were two mugs of lukewarm ale that neither had touched.

"Big brother, do you think Master Han will succeed this time?"

Lei Hu finally broke the silence, asking in a low voice.

He was feeling completely uncertain.

This piece of equipment was nothing like that blade from last time.

This time, it involved precious materials the two brothers had gone to great lengths to acquire.

If the Artifact Refining failed, it would be a huge blow to their upcoming expedition to the Dragon Abyss.

Without a piece of equipment strong enough to save their lives, a single mistake while exploring an unknown Sky Mist Area could be fatal.

Lei Xiao picked up his mug, but he just stared, lost in thought, at his own reflection in the ale. Finally, he slammed it back down, splashing the liquid everywhere.

"I don’t know,"

he said, his voice hoarse, as if speaking to himself. "But this is our only hope.

Last time at Black Stone Beach, our third brother got his chest ripped open because his shield shattered.

The dangers of the Dragon Abyss are ten times worse than Black Stone Beach. If we go in with this junk we’re wearing, what is it but a suicide mission?

I can’t watch my brothers die so senselessly again."

He turned his head to look at the rows of menacing Spiritual Energy Firearms hanging on the wall, his eyes filled with frustration.

"Damn it, Master Tiangong is booked until next year.

The other famous Artifact Refiners either demand an exorbitant price or won’t take private commissions at all."

"We can only take this gamble."

Lei Hu fell silent.

He knew his brother was right.

That Jade Scroll, which they couldn’t even use themselves, was their final bet.

Just then, the shop’s door curtain was pushed aside.

A figure walked in. It was Han Feng.

He was carrying a huge, black metal case that looked anything but light.

"Master Han!"

"Mr. Han!"

The Lei Brothers and Long Xiao, who was wiping down a sniper rifle, all shot to their feet at almost the same time.

The brothers’ eyes were filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, while Long Xiao curiously eyed the metal case.

"Your order."

Han Feng was concise, placing the metal case on the ground with a CLANG.

He walked over and entered a series of commands on the case’s combination lock.

With the hiss of depressurizing hydraulics, the lid slowly began to rise.

An indescribably heavy aura instantly billowed out from the case.

The restless atmosphere in the shop immediately settled.

The Lei Brothers’ breathing hitched.

Han Feng reached in and lifted the Armor out of the case with one hand.

It was a suit of heavy, full-body Armor, pitch-black in color, with dark golden patterns flowing across its surface.

The menacing pauldrons and the raised dragon-head relief on the chest all exuded a savage and brutal beauty.

"This is..."

Lei Xiao’s throat felt a little dry.

Han Feng didn’t say a word, casually placing the Armor on a nearby table made of Tier Three ironwood.

That was the table Long Xiao usually used to disassemble heavy Machine Cannons without any issue.

However, the moment the Armor touched the tabletop...

DONG!

A muffled sound, like the toll of an ancient temple bell, reverberated through the entire shop.

Then, before the three men’s astonished eyes, the Solid ironwood table let out a strained CREAK.

Its four thick legs were forcefully pressed half a foot deep into the hard stone floor!

HISS—

Lei Hu sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes wide as saucers.

’How damn heavy is this thing?!’

Lei Xiao and Long Xiao were also dumbfounded. They stared intently at the Armor, which seemed to have become one with the earth, forgetting even to breathe.

They could clearly feel that the Spiritual pressure emanating from this Armor was far beyond what any ordinary Tier Three equipment could compare to.

It was a steady, heavy, and majestic presence, as if it could bear the weight of mountains.

"M-Master Han..."

Lei Xiao’s voice was as dry and raspy as sandpaper.

"Is... is this what you refined for us?"

He couldn’t believe it.

’Is it possible to refine equipment of this quality using only Tier Three Materials?’

"Try it on."

Han Feng said flatly, his arms crossed over his chest.

Lei Xiao swallowed hard and walked over with difficulty.

He reached out with trembling hands and touched the Armor’s cold surface.

To his touch, it wasn’t as heavy as he had imagined. Instead, it had a strangely gentle and warm feel.

He immediately understood. There had to be some kind of profound Array inscribed within the Armor to counteract its own weight. That skill alone—making something so heavy feel so light—was nothing short of divine!