High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"If you don’t show up soon, I’m going to use those Profound Turtle Shells to prop up a wobbly table leg."

The sender’s name was followed by a mischievous grinning emoji.

’Looks like the materials from the Lei Brothers for refining their armor have arrived.’

Han Feng wasted no time. He pushed open the terrace door and leaned forward slightly, shifting his center of gravity.

In an instant, the airflow beneath his feet formed a complex spiral.

[Wind Manipulation Technique].

This Middle Tier Magic Technique, which he had magically modified, had now become his preferred method for short-distance travel within the city.

He didn’t violently stomp on the ground for leverage like an ordinary Martial Artist; instead, his entire body lifted straight off the ground.

An invisible layer of kinetic air energy surrounded his body, allowing him to minimize wind resistance as much as possible.

Han Feng streaked through the sky high above the villa district.

He maintained a subsonic speed, ensuring he wouldn’t trigger a sonic boom and attract complaints from the air defense department.

The students and instructors below only felt a strong gust of wind pass overhead.

By the time they looked up, only a faint white trail remained in the sky.

In less than a minute, Han Feng landed in front of Hangar No. 7 of the Celestial Craft Group.

The guards at the gate saw it was him and immediately puffed out their chests, their eyes filled with fervent admiration.

In the eyes of these low-ranking soldiers, Han Feng—who could tear Sea Demons apart with his bare hands and slay Grandmasters—held a higher status than even the council members who sat around issuing orders in the assembly all day.

Han Feng nodded to the guards and strode into the workshop.

The interior of the hangar was as busy as ever. Several mass-produced Model 02 fighter jets were being painted.

Lin Xue, dressed in grease-stained work clothes, stood with her hands on her hips, pointing and giving instructions regarding a Spiritual Energy Engine.

Beside her stood a well-built young man with rugged features—it was Gao Fei.

Gao Fei had been talking to Lin Xue, but his eyes lit up the moment he turned and saw Han Feng.

"Brother Feng!"

Gao Fei hurried over, intending to clap Han Feng on the shoulder as he used to.

But his hand stopped halfway, retracting in awe. His expression was a mixture of excitement and restraint.

Han Feng noticed his awkwardness and stepped forward to give him a solid hug, patting him on the back.

"What’s this? Acting like a stranger with me now?"

Gao Fei scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Of course not! Brother Feng, you’re a big shot in East Sea City now. I... I’m just a little nervous."

He turned to the side, pointing at two custom-made hydraulic alloy boxes on the floor.

"The two brothers just got back to the city a couple of days ago and sent this stuff to me. They insisted, over and over, that I had to get it to you personally."

Han Feng nodded and pressed a sensor on one of the boxes.

The lid slid open slowly.

A dense and steady Earth Attribute Spiritual Pressure instantly filled the entire maintenance bay.

Neatly stacked inside the box were over a dozen jet-black scales, each half a meter in diameter.

The edges of the scales were sharp, and their surfaces bore complex patterns resembling tree rings, making them look incredibly hard.

Han Feng reached out and picked up a piece of the shell. It felt cool, thick, and heavy.

[All Things Identification] activated.

[Name: Profound Turtle Shell (Tier Three Upper Grade)]

[Material: Plastron of a Tier Three Peak Demon Beast, the ’Profound Rock Giant Turtle’.]

[Traits: Solid, Heavy, Extremely high resistance to Earth and Water Element energy.]

[Status: Material intact, abundant in Spiritual essence.]

He then touched the piece of hide.

[Name: Earth Dragon Hide (Tier Three Upper Grade)]

[Material: Back hide of a Tier Three Peak Demon Beast, the ’Earth Dragon’.]

[Traits: Tenacity, Tear Resistance, Effective mitigation of blunt impact damage.]

[Status: Material intact, abundant in Spiritual essence, contains a faint aura of dragon’s blood.]

"They really spared no expense," Han Feng muttered, clicking his tongue.

Either of these two materials would be a top-tier choice for Tier Three Armor.

The Lei Brothers putting them together obviously means they want to forge a suit of heavy armor with maxed-out Defense Power, planning to act as a human tank in the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea.

Han Feng’s gaze swept over the two piles of materials as dozens of different armor designs and rune combinations flashed through his mind.

’The conventional refining method is nothing more than melting, shaping, and then inscribing a Rune Array on the inside with Sword Essence.’

’But if I do it that way, the runes are just runes and the material is just material. There will always be a barrier between them, preventing a truly perfect fusion.’

His fingers tapped lightly on the cold Profound Turtle Shell, producing a dull thud.

An idea even crazier than all the previous ones surfaced in his mind without warning.

’What if... what if I’m not aiming for a simple suit of armor, but a living ’second skin’?’

’Conventional Artifact Refining is ’manufacturing’.’

’But my ’Man and Sword Unity’ is ’creation’!’

’To achieve the most perfect creation, I have to enter that state of deep connection!’

’What if... I refine this armor as if it were a ’sword’?’

’If fireballs, Water Arrows, and vines can all become ’Flying Swords’, why can’t a piece of defensive equipment?’

Once this idea emerged, he could no longer suppress it.

Having made up his mind, he waved at Gao Fei.

"Alright, you can head back for now. I’ll let Uncle Long know when the refining is done."

With that, he eagerly carried the materials toward the Particle Furnace workshop.

Han Feng activated the Particle Furnace.

The dark red control interface lit up, and he entered a series of parameters that would give any ordinary Artifact Refiner an aneurysm just by looking at them.

"Temperature setting: 3800 degrees."

"Particle stream impact intensity: Maximum level."

"Magnetic field confinement mode: Spherical spin."

As a low rumble sounded, the inside of the furnace instantly became a miniature purgatory.

Under the scouring heat and particle stream, the incomparably hard Profound Turtle Shell began to soften and break down, eventually turning into a viscous, dark-green liquid suspended in the center of the magnetic field.

Han Feng didn’t rush to the next step.

He tossed the Earth Dragon Hide in as well.

The two materials, with their completely different attributes, did not merge under the high temperature. Instead, they were like two enraged beasts tearing at and repelling each other, emitting a harsh, strange TSSSS sound.

With a thought, his Spiritual Power—clocking in at 4100 Hertz—surged into the furnace like an invisible net, forcibly enveloping the two masses of berserk Energy Liquid.

He didn’t use a mold.

He was going to use his Divine Sense to shape it directly on a microscopic level!

"Merge!"

Han Feng let out a low shout. His Divine Sense pressed down like the crushing pressure of a deep sea with the weight of a billion tons.

The two liquids were forced to fuse, constantly changing shape in mid-air before finally being stretched into the rough form of a suit of armor.

But this was just a lifeless object.

To induce a qualitative change, he had to grant it "Spirituality."

Han Feng took a deep breath and fiercely drove a sliver of his spiritual imprint, along with the Earth Attribute Sword Essence from his body, into the mass of liquid metal.

But that wasn’t enough!

’If the armor can’t fly, the system won’t recognize it!’

With a flicker of his thoughts, he used his Divine Sense for fine control. The mass of liquid metal was instantly stretched and molded into the shape of an extremely crude "Metal Flying Sword," but one that had the basic silhouette for flight.

"Rise!"

Using the Wind Manipulation Technique, he forcibly lifted the incredibly heavy "Metal Flying Sword" with an air current, making it hover unsteadily inside the furnace.

Its weight was far beyond imagination, and maintaining its levitation caused his already exhausted Spiritual Power to once again feel a sharp, piercing...

After doing all this, he finally roared in his mind at the not-so-bright system:

’System! You see this?’

’An Earth Attribute Flying Sword! Link me!’

The air fell silent for a moment.

Then, the familiar, cold electronic voice sounded in Han Feng’s mind.

[Ding! Defensive Earth Attribute Energy Flying Sword detected. Establish Spiritual Link?]