High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Han Feng didn’t return to his dorm.

He headed straight for the Cultivation Area exclusive to C Level students.

Having just broken through, the Qi Blood in his body was boiling. He desperately needed a place to tame this new power.

The C Level Cultivation Chambers were a whole different class compared to the public D Level training grounds.

They were individual, soundproof rooms equipped with high-precision Spiritual Power reaction targets.

The thin Spiritual Qi suffusing the air made his mind exceptionally clear.

Han Feng stood in the center of the room, in no hurry to begin testing.

He sank his waist, planted his feet, and slowly assumed a stance.

The Body Forging Technique.

It was still the same Basic Body Forging Technique he knew like the back of his hand.

Yet, as he performed it now, the difference was like night and day.

His fists and feet cut through the air, creating a low whistle.

As his muscles and bones stretched, they let out a series of crisp, cracking sounds!

He could clearly feel the rushing Qi Blood within him; it was at least thirty percent more substantial than before his breakthrough!

After finishing a full set of the Body Forging Technique, he felt no fatigue at all. Instead, he felt invigorated and wanted more.

[Body Forging Technique·Entry Level Skill Proficiency +3]

[Body Tempering Cultivation +0.3]

’The efficiency really has improved.’

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction. Then, he walked over to the punching target used for testing strength.

It was standard equipment at the Martial Arts Academy, capable of quantifying a Martial Artist’s violence with cold, hard numbers.

He closed his eyes, and the description of the Body Tempering Seventh Layer from the academy’s textbooks flowed through his mind.

The most significant mark of the Body Tempering Seventh Layer—Qi Blood Release!

With a single thought.

The searing Qi Blood in his Dantian was instantly mobilized, surging ferociously through his meridians toward his right fist.

The next moment, a layer of blood-red flame, thin as a cicada’s wing, ignited out of thin air on his fist!

An unprecedented sense of control washed over him. This blood flame was like a claw extending from his own body!

"Hah!"

Han Feng let out a low shout, using no techniques whatsoever.

He simply, purely, and brutally smashed his flaming fist forward!

BANG!

A deafening thud echoed.

The tough Spiritual Power reaction target shook violently from the impact.

On the electronic screen above the target, numbers flashed wildly before finally freezing.

—1050 kg!

Han Feng’s breath caught for a moment.

He remembered very clearly that his maximum punch strength at the Body Tempering Sixth Layer was 600 kg.

Just by attaching a thin layer of Qi Blood, his Destructive Power had nearly doubled!

An ordinary student at the Body Tempering Seventh Layer would have a punch strength hovering around 800 kg.

’I’ve already far surpassed the standard for my level!’

’This is the power of the Body Tempering Seventh Layer!’

A heroic feeling surged in Han Feng’s heart. He began to practice the Body Techniques he had honed at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

His knees bent slightly as Qi Blood Power gathered at the soles of his feet.

"Spiral Charge!"

His entire body turned into a whirlwind, carrying a spiral of energy as he instantly crossed ten meters to appear at the other end of the room!

He landed silently, steady as a rock.

It was more than ten times smoother than when he’d tried it in his dorm!

Next, he tried the Reversal of Heaven and Earth.

His body swayed slightly, and he shifted half a meter sideways from his original spot. The entire process was utterly silent.

Fast, precise, and stable!

These life-saving skills, honed under high G-forces, had become top-tier assassination body techniques on the ground!

Finally, his gaze fell upon the toughest alloy wall.

’Sword Qi Release.’

On the plane, the system had judged the Machine Cannon’s fire as "Sword Qi Release."

’So on the ground, without the aid of technology, what would it look like?’

He pressed his index and middle fingers together, imitating the energy conduction path of firing a bullet.

He madly compressed and condensed the immense Qi Blood from his body into his fingertips.

This was a completely new field, with no prior experience to guide him.

His fingertips began to glow faintly red as their temperature rose sharply.

The halo of compressed Qi Blood condensed from a mist into a pinprick of red light, vibrating intensely as if it would explode at any moment.

’Now!’

Acting on pure Intuition, Han Feng abruptly jabbed his fingers forward!

SWISH!

An illusory wisp of blood-red energy shot from his fingers!

It carved a crooked trajectory through the air for seven or eight meters before hitting the opposite alloy wall with a soft ’thwump’.

Nothing happened.

Han Feng walked over. On the hard wall, he saw only a shallow pit the size of a sesame seed, no more than two or three millimeters deep.

’This power... was a little underwhelming.’

’With this level of damage, it would be too weak to even polish the alloy wall.’

’But this was a breakthrough from zero!’

Far from being disappointed, Han Feng’s eyes lit up as if he had found an expensive and fun new toy.

’It works!’

’It really works!’

He extended his fingers again, gathering his Qi Blood.

SWISH!

SWISH! SWISH!

He was having the time of his life, completely immersed in this novel experience.

In just one minute, he had fired over a dozen streams of Sword Qi, and the Qi Blood in his body was consumed at an astonishing rate.

Soon, a feeling of emptiness and weakness spread from his Dantian.

[Current Qi Blood: 150/705]

’Out of "mana."’

Han Feng felt his pockets and suddenly remembered something.

From an inner pocket of his uniform, he pulled out the last Middle Tier Recovery Potion he had hidden during the day.

This was his last resort.

Looking at the "little green bottle" in his hand, worth three hundred Contribution Points, a flash of hesitation crossed Han Feng’s eyes.

’Isn’t it too extravagant to use this on practicing a new skill with such underwhelming power?’

But the next second, his desire to grow stronger completely overwhelmed his reason.

’He just had to see what this "Sword Qi Release" would transform into once its Skill Proficiency increased!’

"To hell with it, let’s go!"

’I’m already using cheats, so what’s the point of being stingy? It defeats the purpose of having a cheat in the first place.’

’I need to change my mindset from now on.’

No longer hesitating, he twisted off the cap and downed it in one gulp.

Immense Life Energy once again filled his entire body, instantly topping off his depleted Qi Blood!

"Again!"

Going all out, Han Feng began his frantic ’shooting’ practice.

[Swordsmanship·Sword Qi Emission·Entry Level Skill Proficiency +1]

[Swordsmanship·Sword Qi Emission·Entry Level Skill Proficiency +1]

His technique grew more and more refined. In the beginning, it took him over ten seconds to form a single stream, but eventually, he could practically fire one instantly with a flick of his hand.

The form of the Sword Qi also gradually solidified from an illusory, unstable wisp of energy, and both its speed and precision improved significantly.

The shallow pits on the wall grew more numerous and deeper.

Time slipped by quietly amidst the tedious yet joyful practice.

Just as the Qi Blood from the Middle Tier Potion was about to be depleted, the system’s notification tone finally changed.

[Swordsmanship·Sword Qi Emission·Entry Level Skill Proficiency is full. Beginning upgrade...]

[Congratulations, Host. Swordsmanship·Sword Qi Release has been upgraded to the Proficient Level!]

’Here it is!’

[Skill Implantation triggered. Beginning to receive High Tier Skill insights...]

BOOM!

A vast and pure torrent of information was ruthlessly branded deep into his soul!

How to compress Qi Blood, how to stabilize the form of the Sword Qi, how to add rotation to increase Penetration Power...

Countless unheard-of techniques and insights became his new instinct!

[Root Bone is transforming toward Sword Bone. Progress +2. Current Progress: 5/100]

Han Feng slowly opened his eyes, a terrifying glint flashing within them before vanishing.

He extended his fingers again.

This time, there was no hesitation.

With a thought, a wisp of Sword Qi, crimson as blood, coiled and condensed at his fingertip.

This stream of Sword Qi was no longer an illusory wisp of energy. It had refined itself into a half-inch-long shard of blood-red crystal, radiating a heart-stopping Sharpness!

"Go!"

He flicked his finger.

WHOOSH!

There was a faint, almost inaudible sound of something slicing through the air.

The blood-red crystal shard was as fast as lightning, vanishing instantly into the alloy wall opposite him!

Han Feng walked closer. A hole, as thick as a chopstick and unfathomably deep, was now clearly visible on the wall—it was at least two or three centimeters deep!

Its power had increased more than tenfold!

What surprised Han Feng even more were the new application techniques that had appeared in his mind.

’Sword Qi Attachment.’

He condensed another wisp of Sword Qi, but instead of firing it, he carefully controlled it, wrapping it over his two fingers.

It was as if his index and middle fingers were now wearing a pair of sharp, blood-red brass knuckles.

He walked to a corner where a ten-centimeter-thick, high-density hardwood board was placed for testing.

He extended his ’sword fingers’ and gently poked it.

PCHT!

With a soft sound.

His fingers sank into the board without any resistance, as if he weren’t piercing hard wood but a block of old tofu.

’What terrifying Penetration Power!’

Han Feng pulled out his fingers. Looking at the smooth hole, an incredibly wild idea exploded in his mind.

He didn’t look at the wall again. Instead, he bent down and picked up a perfectly ordinary wooden cotton swab that had been dropped during cleaning.

He held the cotton swab, so fragile it would snap with a simple bend, between his fingers.

Then, he carefully attached the wisp of blood-red Sword Qi to it.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Under the infusion of the blood-red halo, the fragile cotton swab actually took on a cringe-inducing metallic sheen.

Han Feng weighed it in his hand, then abruptly flicked it forward!

SWOOSH!

The cotton swab shot from his hand without making a sound. Its trajectory wasn’t even clearly visible!

THUNK!

An extremely dull thud of impact.

More than half of the cotton swab was now deeply embedded in the indestructible alloy wall!

Han Feng walked over and tried to pull it out.

It didn’t budge an inch!

He sucked in a sharp breath.

’This isn’t some prototype of the Sword Control Technique.’

’This is a top-tier Assassination Technique!’

’Enhancing throwing power, eliminating flight noise, granting a terrifying Armor-Piercing Effect...’

At that moment, he was no longer thinking about facing other Martial Artists in a direct confrontation.

Instead, he imagined a coin coated with Sword Qi during a close-quarters fight.

Or, from a hundred meters away, a silent bullet empowered by Sword Qi!

It seemed he had found the perfect offensive technique for his current stage.