High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

A little over ten minutes later, the assessment group’s planes returned and landed one by one.

Han Feng was the first to jump out of his cockpit, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

That flight had increased his Cultivation by a good amount. ’Life is good,’ he thought.

After him, Su Yue also disembarked.

She calmly pushed up the glasses on her nose, but her gaze toward Han Feng was anything but calm.

Behind those lenses, her eyes shone with intense curiosity and confusion.

Finally, Wei Dong dazedly climbed out of his cockpit.

The last trace of color had drained from his face, as if all his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been sucked dry.

He had chased Han Feng the entire time but hadn’t even caught a glimpse of his shadow.

His final time was a humiliating eleven minutes and twenty seconds.

He hadn’t even completed the interference mission.

He had lost. Utterly and completely crushed.

Fan Jian walked up to the crowd, his expression having returned to its usual cold severity.

He opened his personal terminal and displayed the results on a light screen.

[First Batch Assessment Results:]

[First Place: Han Feng, Time: 7 minutes, 13 seconds.]

[Second Place: Su Yue, Time: 9 minutes, 10 seconds.]

[Third Place: ...]

Han Feng’s glaring "7 minutes, 13 seconds" hung high at the top of the list.

It looked down upon the long string of nine-minute and ten-minute results below.

It was like a divine dragon standing among a flock of chickens!

"The first assessment batch is finished."

No emotion could be detected in Fan Jian’s voice.

But those who knew him could see the storm raging in his heart from his slightly trembling fingertips.

He didn’t announce the second batch. Instead, his icy eyes locked onto Han Feng.

"Seven minutes, thirteen seconds."

He enunciated each word clearly.

"Zhang Hao’s record is 7 minutes and 30 seconds."

"You were 17 seconds faster than him."

As soon as he said it, the entire field fell deathly silent.

If the numbers had just been an abstract concept before, Fan Jian’s words now landed like a heavy hammer, striking everyone’s heart!

Zhang Hao!

The president of the Sharp Sword Society!

The recognized number one genius of the Flight Academy!

A legend that had remained unshaken for two years!

Today, he had been utterly crushed and trampled underfoot by a C Level Technician!

"Senior Brother Fang!"

Wei Dong’s head snapped up. Unable to accept this fact, he shouted hoarsely.

"This is impossible! He’s just a mechanic! He must have taken a shortcut in the canyon that we don’t know about! This is unfair!"

"A shortcut?"

A cruel smirk touched the corner of Fan Jian’s mouth.

He pulled up a flight path chart and projected it directly into the air.

It was Han Feng’s flight path—a line so perfect it was breathtaking.

Every turn, every climb, was as precise as a textbook example—no, it surpassed the textbook!

"On this route, he flew three hundred meters more than you and performed twelve more extreme maneuvers."

Fan Jian’s voice was soft, but it was like twelve slaps landing squarely on Wei Dong’s face.

"Shut up, you useless trash."

Wei Dong’s body trembled violently. The immense humiliation made his vision go black, and he nearly fainted.

Fan Jian ignored him, his gaze returning to Han Feng.

The scrutiny in his eyes was gone, replaced by a blazing, almost fanatical intensity.

"Speed, skill, courage—all top-tier."

"But..."

Fan Jian’s tone shifted.

"I’m very curious to see what you can do as a Hunter."

He didn’t follow standard procedure, instead issuing a new command directly.

"The second round of the assessment begins now!"

"Assessment Group: Wei Dong, Liu Cheng, Wang Kun!"

"Interference Group: Han Feng!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar!

One versus three!

And they were making the monster who had just created a legend play the role of the Hunter!

"Senior Brother Fang! I..."

Wei Dong subconsciously started to refuse.

He was scared.

The thought of that ghostly, completely unreasonable flying style from before made his scalp tingle with fear.

’If I’m one of the candidates, being targeted by a monster like that... ’

He didn’t dare to even think about it!

"What? You want to admit in front of everyone that you’re afraid of a C Level cadet?"

Fan Jian shot him a cold glance.

That icy gaze made Wei Dong swallow all his words.

He knew that if he refused now, he would not only lose any chance of entering the Sharp Sword Society, but he would also become the eternal laughingstock of the entire Flight Academy.

He, Wei Dong, a Golden Three Stars ace, a genius of the Flight Academy, was actually afraid of interference from a C Level cadet?

"...I am not!"

Wei Dong forced the three words through his gritted teeth.

He forcibly suppressed the fear and humiliation in his heart, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

’I can’t escape this.’

’Since I can’t escape, I’ll give it everything I’ve got!’

He refused to believe that he, a Golden Three Stars ace, would be toyed with and defeated in the sky by some rookie who had just appeared!

A moment later, four "Hunting Falcon" fighters roared to life again.

Wei Dong, piloting his fighter, was the first to shoot forward.

He had to seize the initiative and create as much distance as possible.

Liu Cheng and Wang Kun followed close behind.

Han Feng, however, brought up the rear at a leisurely pace.

He wasn’t even in a hurry to chase, simply giving the throttle a casual push.

Like a phantom, his fighter shot straight up, instantly vanishing from everyone’s radar screens!

In the canyon, Wei Dong’s nerves were stretched to their absolute limit.

There was no one behind him.

But the chilling sensation of being watched by a top predator shot up his spine and pierced the crown of his head.

’Where is he?’

Wei Dong’s heart pounded like a drum. He could only stare intently at the flight path ahead, pushing his throttle to the maximum.

"Trying to run?"

A mocking voice crackled over the public channel.

The next second, the light outside Wei Dong’s cockpit suddenly dimmed!

He snapped his head up, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks!

A "Hunting Falcon" fighter, flying upside down with its belly facing up, was hovering like a Ghost just above his cockpit.

The distance was so close he could even make out the pattern on every single rivet on the other jet’s underbelly!

The canopies of the two fighters were less than ten meters apart!

This was the ultimate humiliation!

And the ultimate pressure!

Wei Dong felt his breath catch in his throat.

He could almost see the mocking eyes of Han Feng in the opposite cockpit.

At such high speeds, at such a close distance...

The slightest tremor from the other jet, or the smallest mistake in his own piloting, would result in a mid-air collision and an immediate explosion!

In an instant, cold sweat drenched Wei Dong’s back.

"Get off me!"

He roared, yanking the control stick hard to the left, trying to escape the shadow of death.

However, the "Hunting Falcon" above him followed like a shadow.

It shifted left with him, still maintaining that suffocating inverted flight posture, pinning him down completely.

"Don’t make any sudden moves."

Han Feng’s voice came again, as if stating a simple fact.

"You move, you die."

Wei Dong’s eyes turned red. The immense humiliation and fear made him lose all reason.

"I’ll take you down with me!"

He yanked the control stick, attempting a violent barrel roll to shake off the fly buzzing above his head.

"Idiot."

Han Feng softly spat out the single word.

The moment Wei Dong’s fighter began to roll, the "Hunting Falcon" above him anticipated the move and lifted up slightly.

As a result of this ill-timed, violent maneuver, Wei Dong’s fighter instantly lost its balance.

Although he narrowly avoided crashing, his jet was now completely off course, having missed the first virtual beacon.

[WARNING! MISSED BEACON 1 ACTIVATION POINT!]

This cold, mechanical alert completely shattered Wei Dong’s confidence.

"The game has only just begun."

Han Feng’s voice rang in his ears.

Then, the "Hunting Falcon" hovering above him suddenly accelerated and disappeared down a fork in the path ahead.

Wei Dong was stunned for half a second, then a nameless rage surged through him.

’He ran?’

’Does he think he can just let it go like that?’

He roared and gave chase, but the path ahead was empty. There was no sign of Han Feng.

Just as he was focusing all his attention on finding his target, a piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the entire cockpit!

[WARNING! LOCKED ON BY FIRE-CONTROL RADAR!]