High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Dragon’s Fang Port, temporary morgue.

This place had been converted from a large refrigerated shipping container. The acrid smell of disinfectant mixed with the faint scent of blood, creating a nauseating odor.

Leading Han Feng, Liu Zhen pushed open the heavy lead door.

A biting, white mist rushed out to meet them.

Inside the container, the burly corpse of a man lay silently on a metal autopsy table.

His skin had an unnatural, waxy yellow pallor. In his chest was a fist-sized, bloody hole, the muscle around its edges peeled back.

But aside from that, the rest of his body was almost completely intact.

This was the very "husk" discarded by Blood Shadow.

"Specialist, this is it."

Liu Zhen pointed at the corpse, his expression grave. "The medical examiner did a preliminary check. This body’s cellular activity is terrifyingly high, and its physical strength is at least at Tier Three Peak.

There’s no known Body Refining Technique in the military’s database that can achieve this effect.

And... we can’t analyze its residual energy pattern at all."

Wang Qiang added from the side, pulling up data on his tactical terminal.

"That’s right, Specialist. Our equipment scans show that the energy circulation path in his body doesn’t follow the meridians at all.

It’s like... like another system was brutally carved out.

It’s very bizarre, and also very efficient."

Hearing this, a flicker of interest appeared in Han Feng’s eyes. He didn’t speak, simply walking over slowly.

He reached out, hovering his hand over the corpse without making contact.

He activated [Spiritual Vision].

BUZZ!

In his sight, the husk was no longer a simple body of flesh and blood, but an incredibly complex map of an Energy Network.

Countless fine, blood-red threads, like the roots of a plant, were sunk deep into every inch of muscle, bone, and even internal organs.

They formed a circulatory system the likes of which he had never seen before.

And the core of these blood-red threads was located in a shattered cavity at the Dantian.

There, a trace of an extremely violent and condensed energy lingered.

[All Things Identification]

[Item: Mortal Husk Modified by a Blood Feeding Sect Secret Method]

[Status: Core Energy Source (Blood Pill) has detached. Brain dead. Remaining cellular activity: 76%...]

[Note: This husk was subjected to long-term Sacrificial Refining using the ’Blood Refining Essence’ technique. It can serve as a high-quality biological research material.]

’Blood Refining Essence...’

Han Feng recited the name in his mind. His Divine Sense, like an invisible tentacle, cautiously probed inside the corpse and began to analyze the structure of those blood-red threads.

He discovered that these threads were not meridians, but a type of Energy Channel that had been forcibly carved out later in life.

Their sole purpose was to extract all the body’s Qi Blood in an extremely domineering manner, compress and refine it, and store it in the "Blood Pill" in the Dantian.

It was like attaching an external high-voltage battery to the body.

Normally, any excess Qi Blood produced by the body would be stored in this "battery."

During combat, once activated, this "battery" would instantly release all its energy, pushing the body’s functions to a terrifying peak in an extremely short period.

The price was that after this burst, the body would be left extremely weak from severe overexertion.

’Interesting. Not a simple self-detonation, but a controllable energy overload.’

In Han Feng’s mind, countless pieces of knowledge about Runes and Array structures began to rapidly combine and extrapolate.

He discovered that the core of ’Blood Refining Essence’ lay in the construction of the energy core known as the "Blood Pill."

The structure of this thing was actually about seventy percent similar to the "Micro Spirit Gathering Array" he had inscribed on the engine of the "Ghost" fighter jet.

The only difference was that the Spirit Gathering Array absorbed external Spiritual Qi, while this "Blood Pill" absorbed one’s own Qi Blood.

’I see. It turns the body into a crucible, uses Qi Blood as fuel, and refines an "Essence of Blood" to be used in a life-or-death struggle.’

’The activation technique involves using a unique breathing rhythm and mental command to instantly detonate the "Blood Pill," causing a torrent of energy to surge backward through the special Energy Channels...’

Han Feng closed his eyes. In his mind, he perfectly replicated the corpse’s complete energy circulation map, a one-to-one copy.

He began to simulate the entire process, from refining the first wisp of Qi Blood, to constructing the prototype of the Blood Pill, and finally to the detonation technique.

Once, twice, three times...

After perfectly simulating it in his mind thirty-six times, he had basically grasped its operating principles, but he felt it was still missing the most crucial link.

How could he ignite the "Blood Pill" without damaging his own foundation?

This Secret Technique was like a gun without a safety—immensely powerful, but it could misfire and blow up in his face at any moment.

’Wait... this frequency of energy resonance...’

Han Feng’s brow twitched. He suddenly recalled the crimson-gold acupoint he had opened.

The high-frequency vibration it produced when refining Sword Essence seemed to share a striking similarity with the core frequency of the ’Blood Refining Essence’ detonation technique.

He immediately adjusted his simulation, trying to integrate the energy trait of his [Soul-Burning Sword Aura] to act as a "safety" and "igniter."

This time, the energy circulation map in his mind instantly became flawless. All the points of stagnation were suddenly cleared!

[Ding! By analyzing the ’Blood Refining Essence’ technique and optimizing it with your own traits, you have successfully comprehended a new Secret Technique: > (Incomplete).]

[> (Incomplete):

Derived from the core secret teachings of the Blood Feeding Sect. Forms a ’Blood Acupoint’ by refining one’s own Qi Blood.

Can be detonated at critical moments to gain power, speed, and Recovery Power far beyond one’s limits for a short time.

The intensity and duration of the burst depend on the quality of the ’Blood Acupoint’ and the strength of one’s own physique.]

[Current Skill Proficiency: Uninitiated (0/100)]

[Note: This technique places an extreme burden on the body. For those without a powerful physique, using it carelessly carries the risk of a drop in cultivation realm or even death by bodily explosion.]

Han Feng opened his eyes and smiled.

’A powerful physique?’

’Is there anything more suitable for this Secret Technique than the [Middle Level Innate Sword Body]?’

It was practically a trump card tailor-made for him.

Once he mastered it, if he encountered a similar situation again, he would have another option for close-quarters combat and wouldn’t be forced to rely solely on his Body Technique to skirmish from a distance.

’These Evil Cult members really are geniuses in the field of self-mutilation and life-or-death gambles,’ Han Feng grumbled silently to himself.

"Specialist?" Liu Zhen asked in a low voice, unable to help himself when he saw Han Feng staring at the corpse without speaking for a long time.

"It’s nothing."

Han Feng snapped back to reality. "This corpse has significant research value. I’m taking it with me."

Liu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, sir! I’ll have someone pack it up for you immediately."

"No need. I’ll do it myself."

Han Feng waved his hand, signaling for Liu Zhen and Wang Qiang to step back.

With a thought, a jet-black bone ring emanating an ominous aura appeared on his fingertip.

It was the Storage Ring he had stripped from the hand of the Evil Cult elder he’d killed.

His own Void Stone was filled with precious Refining Materials and Elixir Pills; putting a corpse inside it just felt weird.

An Evil Cult’s ring for an Evil Cult’s corpse.

Perfect!

Before the astonished eyes of Liu Zhen and Wang Qiang, Han Feng gave a light wave toward the corpse.

A faint light flashed, and the massive, burly body on the autopsy table simply vanished into thin air.

Liu Zhen’s single eye went wide, and his mouth opened and closed, but in the end, he didn’t dare ask a thing.

’This man’s methods are getting more and more incomprehensible.’

After stowing the corpse, Han Feng turned and walked out of the container. The sunlight outside made him squint.

"Liu Zhen, I’m preparing to make a trip back to East Sea Fortress City."

"You’re leaving, Specialist?" Liu Zhen’s heart tightened.

Han Feng was the stabilizing force of Dragon’s Fang Port. If he left, and more Evil Cult deviants or some other monsters showed up, their current manpower likely wouldn’t be enough to handle them.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."

Han Feng could see his worry.

"I’m going back to take care of some equipment and, while I’m at it... bring my aerial patrol team over."

"Until I return, Dragon’s Fang Port is to be sealed. Don’t accept any more outsiders.

Increase the scrutiny on everyone currently in the port, too. Don’t let any more riffraff slip in."

"Yes, sir!"

"Also, for now, don’t send anyone to explore the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea."

Han Feng continued, "I’ve flown the jet around the edges a few times these past couple of days. The spatial energy inside is a chaotic mess. Rushing in blindly is just a suicide mission; there’s no point."

"Dragon’s Fang Port’s current role is that of a forward observation post.

Do your jobs: observe and record. That’s enough.

Ignore the provocations from other factions, and don’t even think about trying to score some profit."

Liu Zhen and Wang Qiang exchanged a look, both seeing the gravity in the other’s eyes.

"Then... Specialist, what if we run into trouble we can’t handle?

For example, if people from other Fortress Cities try to force their way in, what should we do?" Wang Qiang asked.

Han Feng paused and looked back at them.

"Handle what you can. What you can’t, contact East Sea City.

If East Sea City can’t make it in time, then remember this."

His tone became exceptionally serious.

"Lose the people to keep the land, and you lose both. Lose the land to keep the people, and you will have both."

"Your lives are worth more than this broken-down island.

When you truly can’t hold it anymore, retreat with everyone. Don’t make pointless sacrifices.

As long as our fists are strong enough, what we lose today, we can take back tenfold, a hundredfold, tomorrow!"

Liu Zhen trembled. He had been a soldier his entire life, and all his training had drilled one thing into him: "Live or die with the position."

He remembered his comrades in the Black Wind Mountain Range campaign, an entire unit sacrificed to defend a low-value mining point.

He remembered the countless charges ordered just to buy time, knowing they were suicide missions.

In that moment, the cold tombstones and faded medals seemed to weigh down on his heart.

This was the first time a superior had ever told him that their lives were more important than their post.

A scorching, complex emotion—a mix of bitterness and relief—surged into his eyes, making his one good eye turn red.

It wasn’t that he was moved; it was a belated, validated sense of tragic heroism.

He snapped his back straight, gathered all his strength, and gave the most perfect, standard military salute of his life, roaring:

"Yes, sir! We will resolutely follow the Specialist’s orders!"

Han Feng nodded, saying no more.

He walked to an empty tarmac at the port. With a thought, the cockpit of the black "Ghost" X-01 fighter jet slowly opened.

As countless people at the port watched in awe, Han Feng leaped into the cockpit.

The jet didn’t make any roaring engine sounds; it simply floated up silently.

The next second.

BOOM!

A terrifying sonic boom cloud erupted above the tarmac.

But bizarrely, the sound seemed to be contained within an extremely small area by an invisible force, not affecting the entire port.

A streak of black light tore across the sky, vanishing into the eastern horizon in an instant at a speed beyond anyone’s comprehension.

All around the port, the spies from Jiangbei City, Celestial Wind City, and the major Mercenary Corps looked up almost simultaneously.

They stared blankly at the fleeting trajectory. On the intelligence terminals in their hands, the words "Suspected target airborne" had just been recorded, but before they could even send the message, the target had vanished.

"Th-that speed... Has East Sea City’s flight technology already reached this level?"

A spy from Jiangbei City muttered to himself, his eyes filled with horror.

And on the docks, Liu Zhen and Wang Qiang stared blankly at the sky, the simple yet incredibly weighty words still seeming to echo in their ears.

"...as long as our fists are strong enough, what we lose today, we can take back tenfold, a hundredfold, tomorrow!"

Liu Zhen clenched his fists. He knew that from this day forward, the sky over Dragon’s Fang Port had changed.