High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Han Feng’s expression grew serious.

"The day after tomorrow, the first stage will definitely be a simulation."

Gao Fei leaned in, his voice low and mysterious.

"That guy, Fan Jian, is nicknamed ’Mad Dog’."

"He loves to play dirty, always picking deadly, near-impossible scenarios."

"For example, escorting a VIP through a Demon Beast tide."

"Or flying solo into a Demon Beast nest to do reconnaissance."

Fear was written all over Gao Fei’s face.

"He never looks at your mission completion rate."

"He only cares about your reactions and performance under desperate circumstances."

"Any mistake, any hesitation, and he’ll blow it completely out of proportion."

"And then he’ll just eliminate you on the spot."

"Last year, some kid from a big family in the Inner City got in through connections."

"He was half a beat too slow during a combat simulation."

"Fan Jian chewed him out in front of everyone."

"Called him ’a coward in a Flight Suit’ and kicked him out right then and there."

Han Feng silently committed this information to memory.

’Looks like the evaluation the day after tomorrow is going to be a tough fight.’

"Also," Gao Fei took a sip of water and continued.

"The others taking the evaluation with you... none of them are pushovers."

"Han Feng, my friend, I’m not trying to discourage you."

"But for the evaluation the day after tomorrow, you’ll have to be razor-sharp."

Han Feng didn’t say anything.

He looked up.

"I understand."

’Pressure?’

’Ever since that first time I flew the Initial Training-3 at the Airplane Graveyard...’

’Every step I’ve taken has been a challenge to the world’s limits.’

"Thanks, Gao Fei. This information is very useful."

"Hey, don’t mention it!"

Gao Fei waved his hand with a chuckle.

Han Feng glanced at his personal terminal.

It was already 9:30 PM.

He didn’t say anything more, simply turning and walking toward the door.

"Huh? Han Feng, it’s the middle of the night! Where are you going?"

Gao Fei shouted after him.

"To the simulation training grounds."

Han Feng’s voice came from outside the door.

Gao Fei stood there, stunned.

He stared at the closed door.

After a long moment, he muttered to himself.

"That guy... he’s a madman too."

Late at night at East Sea Martial Arts University, all was silent.

Self-driving patrol cars glided silently along the main roads.

Han Feng walked through the quiet campus.

The words of his new roommate, Gao Fei, had thoroughly sobered him.

’The recommendation letter was a foot in the door, but it’s also a huge target on my back.’

’To get a firm foothold in a place teeming with elites like the Sharp Sword Club, relying on Engineer Zhao’s reputation is far from enough.’

’I have to show them my real strength.’

’The kind of real strength that will leave even that ’Mad Dog’ speechless.’

More than ten minutes later, a massive domed building appeared before him.

—The Multifunctional Simulation Training Center.

This was one of the most expensive places at the university.

Inside were flight simulation pods, Mecha combat platforms, and virtual urban warfare spaces.

The main hall was brightly lit.

Even late at night, there were still many students sweating it out here.

Han Feng walked to the front desk.

He handed his student card to a short-haired girl who was dozing off behind the counter.

"Hello, I need a full-sensory flight simulation training pod."

The girl listlessly lifted her eyelids.

Her gaze swept over the student card.

When she saw the blue emblem representing a C Level Technician, her sleepiness vanished in an instant.

She even sat up a little straighter.

"The simulation pods cost one hundred Contribution Points per hour. How long do you plan on using it?"

"I’ll start with four hours."

Han Feng’s tone was calm.

"Alright."

The girl immediately began operating the terminal.

[Student Han Feng, 400 Contribution Points deducted.]

A deduction notice came from his personal terminal.

Han Feng didn’t even bat an eye.

"Training Pod A-37. Follow me."

The girl got up and led him across the spacious hall.

They arrived before a heavy alloy door.

Behind the door was another space.

Dozens of enormous white metal spheres hovered in mid-air.

They were connected by countless thick mechanical arms and energy cables.

These were the full-sensory flight simulation training pods.

The girl walked to the control console beneath one of the metal spheres and tapped a few commands.

A small compartment next to it opened automatically.

Inside hung a dark gray bodysuit covered in micro-sensors.

Han Feng took off his jacket and changed into the cool, form-fitting simulation Flight Suit.

The suit automatically tightened, perfectly conforming to every inch of his muscles.

"Authentication successful. Please enter the simulation pod."

The pod door opened.

Inside was a cramped space just big enough for one person.

The seat, control stick, and various instrument panels were all identical to the cockpit of a Falcon First Generation.

He expertly sat down in the pilot’s seat.

His personal terminal automatically connected to the simulation pod’s system.

[Welcome to Professional Training Mode — Eagle Strikes the Sky]

[Identity Verified: C Level Technician, Han Feng]

[Official Pilot Rating: Auxiliary Defense Sequence - Bronze One-Star]

[Entertainment Mode Rank: Diamond One (No practical combat value)]

’Bronze One-Star.’

’So that’s the professional rating the officials gave me based on my last battle.’

’I came here this time to see for myself...’

’Without the buffs that the Sword Control Technique gives to the aircraft...’

’What level my own true skills are really at.’

’But before testing my combat abilities, I first need to figure out the limits of this body of mine.’

Han Feng’s gaze swept over the menu.

Finally, it landed on one of the most basic tests.

[Basic Physiological Resistance Test]

He confirmed his selection.

[Test commencing. G-force overload will gradually increase from 3G. Please prepare yourself.]

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in his ears.

The next second, a heavy pressure squeezed in from all directions.

He was pressed firmly into his seat.

3G...

4G...

5G...

When the overload broke past 7G,

an ordinary student would already be finding it hard to breathe, their vision narrowing.

Han Feng, however, was secretly doing something else.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate the Mental Method of the Sword Control Technique within his body!

He was amazed to discover...

Although this Qi Blood Power couldn’t extend to the virtual fighter jet,

it could form a tenacious "Qi Blood Skeleton" inside his body!

That surging Qi Blood firmly fixed and enveloped his internal organs!

The terrifying external pressure, enough to shift a person’s organs, was mostly neutralized by this layer of "Qi Blood Armor"!

’So that’s how it works!’

Han Feng smiled.

He had found it—another "cheat" of his own for this cruel game!

The pressure continued to climb.

8G!

9G!

10G!

This value had already reached the excellence standard for a B Level Elite student!

At the front desk.

On the monitoring terminal in front of the short-haired girl on duty,

a data point representing Training Pod A-37 was stubbornly climbing upward.

The screen lit up with a glaring yellow warning.

"Crazy..."

she cursed under her breath.

Inside the simulation pod.

The veins on Han Feng’s forehead bulged.

His entire skeleton was groaning.

But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter!

11G!

12G!

13G!

Just as he was about to pass out,

he pushed that Qi Blood Power to its absolute limit!

Finally, the value froze.

[Peak G-force Tolerance: 13.5G]

[Evaluation: Excellent (Far exceeds the average for students of the same level)]

This number had already crossed the threshold of a Gold Level Pilot!