High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Greetings, Senior Brother Fang!"

"President Fang!"

A wave of greetings rippled through the crowd, each one deliberately hushed.

The entire training ground instantly fell so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

A man walked to the center of the field.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

Anyone his eyes fell upon felt a chill run down their spine, their bodies tensing involuntarily.

This was Fan Jian.

The vice-president of the Sharp Sword Society, nicknamed "Mad Dog."

"Welcome, everyone, to the preliminary assessment for the Sharp Sword Society."

Fan Jian’s voice was steady, devoid of any emotional inflection, but every word reached their ears with perfect clarity.

"I will reiterate our guiding principle just once."

"The Society doesn’t care about your background or connections. We only recognize strength."

"Your every action will be recorded, analyzed, and evaluated."

"Show us what you’re capable of. Prove you have the right to stand here."

He raised his wrist, and a screen of light projected into the air.

"The assessment is divided into two rounds."

"Round one: virtual combat."

"Round two: live-unit combat."

"Today, we will only be conducting the first round."

"Mission codename: Nu Tao Rescue."

"This assessment will use a 5v5, red versus blue team format."

The moment he finished speaking, an uproar swept through the venue.

’Team combat?’

’This is far more brutal than a simple PvE mission!’

"The mission objective is simple."

There was still no ripple of emotion in Fan Jian’s voice.

"Blue Team, five members, will escort an Albatross transport plane safely through the Nu Tao Strait."

"Red Team, five members, will shoot down the Albatross at all costs."

He extended a finger and tapped heavily on the light screen.

The cold, hard tap seemed to strike every person’s heart.

"The key point is that this assessment is not judged on team victory or defeat, but on individual performance."

"The system will generate a comprehensive score based on your piloting skills, tactical decisions, teamwork, and final results."

"You will receive an additional ten points for every enemy aircraft shot down."

"In the end, the five people with the highest comprehensive scores will advance."

Everyone understood instantly.

’This isn’t a team battle.’

’It’s a bloody free-for-all where ten people will tear each other apart for just five spots!’

’With the ’ten points per kill’ rule, so-called teammates could even become burdens, obstacles to scoring points.’

Instantly, everyone’s gaze, consciously or not, fell upon the figure in the C Level uniform.

Han Feng.

In their eyes, he had become the juiciest piece of meat.

"Now, we will begin the random selection for the first assessment group."

As Fan Jian’s voice fell, the names on the light screen began to scroll wildly.

A few seconds later, the list stopped.

[Blue Team (Rescue): Han Feng, Zhang Qian, Wang Lei, Sun Kaide, Liu Chen]

[Red Team (Interception): Wei Dong, Liu Mang, Zhou Kai, Chen Bin, Lin Feng]

Seeing this grouping, the corners of Wei Dong’s mouth split into a wide, chilling grin.

He made a throat-slitting gesture in Han Feng’s direction from across the room.

On the Blue Team’s side, however, the faces of the other four members, aside from Han Feng, instantly fell.

"What the hell? They’re making us carry a mechanic?"

A B Level female student named Zhang Qian, who had a neat, short haircut, frowned, her tone dripping with undisguised contempt.

"Starting a 4v5. What’s the point of even fighting?"

Another student named Wang Lei simply leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and put on an expression like he was just there to watch a show.

Their skills were considered quite good among B Level students, but they were already at a slight disadvantage against Wei Dong’s Golden Three Stars ace lineup.

Now, with a universally acknowledged deadweight thrown onto their team, how were they supposed to play?

Han Feng turned a deaf ear to the surrounding chatter.

He just calmly stared at the mission briefing on the light screen, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Outside the crowd, Li Wei also frowned deeply when he saw the team assignments.

"First group, all members, enter your simulation pods!"

Fan Jian gave the order.

The ten students quickly walked to their respective simulation pods. The hatches closed, and the entire area fell into an eerie silence.

[Welcome to the "Nu Tao Rescue" confrontation mode.]

[Identity Verified: Blue Team Member, Han Feng.]

A cold, mechanical voice sounded as the scene before his eyes instantly transformed.

Beneath an endless expanse of dark clouds was a black, turbulent ocean.

Furious winds drove a torrential downpour, hammering against the cockpit canopy with a deafening RAT-A-TAT-TAT.

Across the sea’s surface, black reefs shaped like the fangs of monstrous beasts were scattered about, forming a natural labyrinth of death.

To his left, a bulky, slow-moving Albatross transport plane was struggling against the storm.

[Mission Start!]

On the radar screen, five glaring red dots suddenly appeared from behind the distant islands.

They shot forward like five arrows loosed from a bow, heading straight for them!

"They’re here!"

Zhang Qian issued a calm command over the public channel.

"Standard diamond escort formation!"

"Sun Kaide, Wang Lei, advance on the flanks and engage the enemy!"

"Liu Chen, protect the transport’s rear!"

"And... Han Feng, you stick close to me!"

Her tactical arrangement was standard, but her words already treated Han Feng as a non-combatant in need of protection.

Just then, on the Red Team’s channel, a student named Liu Mang let out a contemptuous laugh.

"Captain, that C Level softy is mine. I’ll finish him in ten minutes. You guys have your fun!"

"Make it quick." Wei Dong’s voice was as cold as ice.

"Don’t worry!"

The words had barely faded when a red dot on the radar, codenamed "Red Three," broke away from the main attack force.

Like a shark that had scented blood, it shot straight for Han Feng.

"Han Feng, watch out! He’s coming for you!"

Zhang Qian shouted anxiously over the channel.

"Don’t get into a dogfight with him! Fall back to my position immediately!"