High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

However, it was as if Han Feng didn’t hear a thing.

Instead of closing ranks, he peeled off to the side, diving his jet headfirst into a maze formed by dozens of black reefs.

"What the hell is that guy doing? Does he have a death wish?" Wang Lei couldn’t help but curse.

"Forget about him! He’s a dead man! Let’s hold the line!" Zhang Qian decisively gave up on him.

"Ha, trying to use the terrain to play hide-and-seek with me? How naive!"

Liu Mang smirked cruelly and charged in after him.

In such a narrow and complex space, the slightest mistake meant instant death and the destruction of your aircraft.

And he had absolute confidence in his own micromanagement.

Just as Liu Mang’s jet was about to enter optimal firing range, the "Hunting Falcon" ahead, which had been fleeing so pathetically, suddenly executed a maneuver that made his brain short-circuit.

It didn’t turn. It didn’t slow down.

Instead, while in an extreme banking posture with its fuselage almost parallel to the sea, it forcibly "slid" sideways through the right-angled gap between the reefs!

A physics-defying, ninety-degree drift!

"What?!"

Liu Mang’s pupils shrank to pinpricks in an instant.

This terrifying maneuver generated a horrifying G-force of over 13 Gs!

If it had been him, his consciousness would have been instantly swallowed by darkness under that kind of G-force!

But Han Feng’s wasn’t!

The moment the G-force peaked, the Qi Blood Power within him erupted into motion!

The Mental Method of the Sword Control Technique flowed on its own.

A scorching power surged from his Dantian, swiftly constructing a tenacious "skeleton" of countless Qi Blood threads inside his body, firmly counteracting the terrifying pressure that could have shifted his internal organs!

Liu Mang had no time to react.

His brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening before his eyes, and his body couldn’t issue the corresponding commands.

By the time he subconsciously tried to pull up the nose of his jet, it was already too late.

BOOM—!

A massive fireball exploded in the reef maze, illuminating the final look of horror on his face.

[Blue Team Member - Han Feng, shot down Enemy - Red Three.]

[Personal Points +10]

The cold system announcement echoed in everyone’s ears.

For a full three seconds, an eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

"What the... fuck?"

Wang Lei swore on the Blue Team channel, his voice filled with incredulous shock.

That deadweight just solo-killed the other team’s B Level Elite?

With an immortal-like maneuver like that?

"Liu Mang! You useless piece of trash!"

Wei Dong’s furious roar echoed over the Red Team channel.

The rhythm of the battle didn’t pause for this.

Enraged, Wei Dong displayed the terrifying strength of a Golden Three Stars ace.

Executing a textbook Yin-MacMan Spin, he instantly got behind Wang Lei and mercilessly blew him to pieces.

[Red Team Member - Wei Dong, shot down Enemy - Blue Three.]

Almost simultaneously, another Red Team member gained the upper hand in their dogfight with Sun Kaide, and a string of precise cannon fire tore off Sun Kaide’s wing.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhang Qian and Han Feng were left on the Blue Team.

The "Albatross" transport plane was now completely exposed to the enemy’s guns.

’The mission’s a failure...’ Zhang Qian closed her eyes in despair.

"Forget the transport!"

Wei Dong issued a new command over the channel, his tone ice-cold.

"Zhou Kai, with me! First, let’s take care of that eyesore of a Mechanic!"

On the radar, two red dots immediately changed course, flanking Han Feng from the left and right as he emerged from the reef maze.

A two-on-one!

"Kid, you’re not bad. Actually managed to take out that idiot Liu Mang."

Wei Dong’s cold sneer came over the public channel.

"But the game ends here."

Han Feng didn’t answer. He just silently climbed, trying to shake them.

But Wei Dong and Zhou Kai’s teamwork was seamless. One was responsible for the main assault and suppression, while the other sealed off the flank.

Like two experienced hounds, they relentlessly compressed Han Feng’s survival space.

Han Feng’s body could withstand high G-forces, but the virtual jet’s performance had its limits.

He executed one daring evasive maneuver after another, but he could never shake the two maggots clinging to his bones behind him.

Eventually, he was forced into a dead-end canyon formed by three massive reefs.

Nowhere left to retreat!

"Die!"

Wei Dong grinned menacingly as he aimed the nose of his jet at Han Feng. The BEEP-BEEP of the missile lock sounded like a death knell.

Just then, an image of Gao Fei’s smirking face flashed through Han Feng’s mind.

"That guy Fan Jian, his nickname’s ’Mad Dog’... He never looks at your mission completion rate, only your reaction and performance when you’re in a desperate situation."

’A desperate situation?’

Han Feng looked at the rapidly approaching missile warning on his screen, then at the arrogant jet of Wei Dong ahead. A flash of resolute madness crossed his eyes.

’It’s all virtual anyway. What’s there to fear from dying once!’

’You want me dead?’

’Then you’re not getting out of this unscathed!’

The second before Wei Dong pressed the launch button, Han Feng abandoned all evasive maneuvers.

He slammed the throttle to maximum, and the engine let out a tortured roar.

Without flinching or dodging, he aimed his jet’s nose squarely at Wei Dong’s and rammed straight into him!

"He’s insane!"

Wei Dong’s pupils constricted. He never imagined his opponent would resort to a mutually destructive tactic!

He wanted to pull up, but they were too close! There was no time!

However, Han Feng’s goal wasn’t mutual destruction.

At the last moment, he adjusted his fuselage by a minuscule angle and used his own hardened wing like a guillotine, viciously chopping at the fragile joint of Wei Dong’s cockpit!

BOOM!!!

Amidst the piercing screech of tearing metal, Wei Dong’s jet was sliced in half by the ferocious force, instantly disintegrating into a brilliant fireball!

[Blue Team Member - Han Feng, shot down Enemy - Red One.]

[Personal Points +10]

[Blue Team Member - Han Feng, Airframe Damaged 98%, Crashed.]

Almost simultaneously, Han Feng’s screen went dark.

Outside the simulation pods, there was dead silence.

When the pod doors opened and everyone stepped out, the atmosphere was awkward to the extreme.

Wei Dong’s face was ashen. He stared daggers at Han Feng, his eyes looking like he wanted to swallow him whole.

’I, a Golden Three Stars ace, was actually taken out in a trade by a C Level Technician’s suicide attack!’

’This is an absolute, utter humiliation!’

The surviving Blue Team member, Zhang Qian, also looked at Han Feng with a complicated expression.

It was a mix of shock, admiration, and a hint of fear.

At the main console, a stone-faced Fan Jian pulled up the final scoreboard.

First Place: Wei Dong (One kill, high tactical score)

Second Place: Han Feng (Two kills, zero tactical score, but courage and decisiveness scores maxed out)

Third Place...

"For this evaluation round, the following candidates will advance: Wei Dong, Han Feng, Zhou Kai, Chen Bin, and Zhang Qian."

After reading the list, Fan Jian’s eyes, as still as an old well, lingered on Han Feng for a full three seconds.

Then, he turned and left without another word.

Only after his back had vanished did the room erupt with the discussions that had been suppressed for so long.

"Holy shit! That actually worked?"

"So ruthless! That guy’s an absolute madman!"

Li Wei quickly walked over to Han Feng and clapped him hard on the shoulder, an expression on his face that was halfway between a laugh and a grimace.

"You kid..."

"That was seriously ruthless. But I like it!"