High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

「Half an hour later.」

Apron 3.

A standard Falcon Second Generation fighter jet was towed to the center of the field.

Its deep blue fuselage looked cold under the sun.

Everyone from the project team gathered at a distance.

Li Wei and Chen Gang were there too.

The expressions on their faces were complicated.

"You madman, are you really going to fly?"

Pang Hu and Xiaoli, having heard the news from somewhere, ran over, panting.

Worry was written all over their faces.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

Han Feng smiled at them, then turned around.

He looked at Li Wei, who stood with his arms crossed.

"Feeling the pressure?"

Li Wei raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.

Han Feng flexed his wrists and retorted in an even more joking tone.

"Should I go easy on you, to spare the Gold Level pilot’s pride?"

The smile on Li Wei’s face froze.

Then, he burst out laughing.

"You brat, you’ve got guts!"

"I like it!"

"Go on, fly! Show me what you’ve been hiding!"

Han Feng said no more.

He turned and boarded the jet.

The cockpit canopy slowly closed, and the world outside fell silent.

He took a deep breath, his hand resting gently on the control stick.

[DING!]

[Host has established a Spiritual Link with ’Flying Sword·Falcon Second Generation (Lower Grade Magical Artifact)’...]

[Human-Machine Unity state has been activated!]

[Flying Sword Grade: Lower Grade Magical Artifact. Sword Control Technique cultivation efficiency increased by 100%!]

A powerful sense of resonance instantly surged through his entire body.

It was a hundred times stronger than when he flew the Initial Training-3.

Han Feng could clearly "see" his Spiritual Power branching out like countless threads, connecting to every part of the aircraft.

This cold, steel behemoth was now an extension of his own body.

It had become his true sword!

"Main control, this is ’Pioneer,’ requesting takeoff."

"’Pioneer,’ the runway is clear. You are cleared for takeoff."

Zhao Yu’s voice came through the comms.

The engines roared.

The jet taxied smoothly, accelerated, and then its nose lifted.

With a perfect form, it elegantly soared into the sky.

"Not bad. Very stable."

In the main control room, Li Wei watched the trajectory on the screen and nodded subconsciously.

It was a judgment born from a professional pilot’s instincts.

But in the next second, the relaxed look on his face vanished.

「In the sky.」

The Falcon climbed to an altitude of three thousand meters.

Suddenly, it performed a maneuver that defied all logic.

The nose of the jet shot upward.

The entire aircraft became almost perpendicular to the ground.

Its speed dropped to zero in an instant!

"It’s stalled!"

A young engineer cried out in alarm.

Everyone’s heart was in their throat.

But the jet didn’t tumble and fall as they expected.

It simply hung there in midair.

Motionless, for one breathtaking second.

Then, under everyone’s horrified gaze,

it actually began to glide backward smoothly, tail-first!

"Wh-what kind of maneuver is this?!"

Li Wei cried out, his voice cracking.

His voice was filled with shock and bewilderment.

He had never seen, or even heard of, such a flight maneuver!

This wasn’t flying.

This was a defiance of the laws of physics!

But in the cockpit, Han Feng was ecstatic.

[Executed Entry Level-Sword Control Technique flight for 1 minute. Qi Blood consumed: 40 points. Body Tempering Cultivation increased by 10 points.]

[Skill Proficiency for +5!]

’So this is a Lower Grade Magical Artifact!’

’The efficiency of Cultivation growth is double that of a piece of Mortal Iron like the Initial Training-3!’

With a mere thought,

the jet instantly stopped its backward glide and carved a strange arc through the air.

It went directly into a "Falling Leaves" state.

The fuselage swayed violently on the verge of a stall, yet possessed a bizarre sense of rhythm.

"What is he doing? Does he have a death wish?"

someone in the main control room shouted in despair.

"No, look!"

Li Wei stared intently at the screen, his voice trembling from sheer shock.

"His altitude... his altitude isn’t dropping!"

"He’s maintaining level flight in a controlled stall!"

’This isn’t piloting skill.’

’This is Magic!’

Han Feng was completely lost in the fun.

He let go of all restraints.

He began executing the Sword Control techniques one by one, moves that should only exist in Cultivation Immortality novels, making them a reality.

’Spiral Charge!’

The jet became a high-speed rotating drill, tearing through the air and leaving a straight white line across the sky!

’Reversal of Heaven and Earth!’

While in high-speed level flight, the jet instantly flipped upside down, flying belly-up just beneath the clouds!

The main control room had fallen deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the screen, their mouths agape.

They watched the jet, which seemed to have a life of its own, performing a frenzied and deadly dance in the sky.

"Cobra Maneuver!"

"Herbst Maneuver!"

"Super Cobra!"

Chen Gang silently turned away, resting a hand on his forehead. He muttered in a voice only he could hear,

"I knew it..."

[DING! Body Tempering Cultivation +1!]

[Current Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Layer (497/1000)]

[Current Qi Blood: 230/545]

The series of extreme maneuvers had consumed a huge amount of Han Feng’s Qi Blood.

But he didn’t care.

In just a few short minutes, his Cultivation had risen by nearly a hundred points!

Just as he was about to attempt an even more thrilling maneuver,

a wave of mild dizziness washed over him.

He glanced at his Qi Blood Value and realized he had gotten a little carried away.

Still wanting more, he stabilized the aircraft and began a smooth descent.

When the deep blue jet landed on the runway as lightly as a feather, in a perfect landing,

the entire main control room was still shrouded in silence.

The cockpit opened.

Han Feng jumped down, his complexion normal, with just a bit of sweat on his forehead.

Zhao Yu was the first to rush out.

The entire project team followed behind him.

They ran up to Han Feng, unable to say a single word.

They just stared at him, their eyes fixed on him as if he were a monster.

Li Wei walked over as well.

He took off his sunglasses.

His face, which usually held a hint of arrogance, now showed a complex expression of confusion, shock, and even a trace of awe for the first time.

He walked up to Han Feng and gave him a long, hard look.

"If your Cultivation wasn’t only at the Body Tempering Realm Fifth Layer, your pilot rating would be above Diamond."

This was the highest possible praise coming from a Golden Three Stars ace.

It was also a complete subversion of his own philosophy of flight.

Zhao Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

A brilliant, beaming smile spread across his face.

He stepped forward, clapping Han Feng’s shoulder with a hand as big as a cattail fan, and announced loudly,

"I declare that the new test pilot for the ’Falcon Third Generation’ prototype is you!"

As his voice fell,

the crowd first went silent.

Then, an applause a hundred times more fervent than any before erupted.

This applause was not just for Han Feng, but for themselves as well.

At the brink of despair, they had witnessed hope with their own eyes.

"Engineer Zhao, since I’m to be the test pilot, I have a small request."

Han Feng said calmly, meeting everyone’s gazes.

Zhao Yu, in high spirits, waved his hand grandly.

"Name it! As long as it’s for the project, I’ll give you the men and the money!"

"My Perception Ability is rather unique. When I perform extreme maneuvers in the sky, the consumption of Qi Blood is immense."

Han Feng explained.

"I’ll need some Qi Blood Potions to replenish myself and guarantee my condition during the tests."

"Is that all?"

Zhao Yu, who had been expecting a major request, made the decision on the spot, his voice booming.

"Old Liu, go to the logistics warehouse! Bring ten bottles of the Middle Level Qi Blood Potions the project team has in stock over to Han Feng!"

The moment he finished speaking,

the way the surrounding engineers looked at Han Feng changed yet again.

Middle Level Qi Blood Potions.

The market price was eight hundred Contribution Points per bottle, and they were hard to get even if you had the money.

Engineer Zhao had asked for ten bottles in one go, spending eight thousand Contribution Points without batting an eye.

This kid wasn’t just some precious treasure.

He was being treated like a national treasure!