High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!—

It wasn’t a barrage.

It was still a highly rhythmic three-round burst.

But this time, it was more than just a physical attack.

Han Feng channeled a wisp of Qi Blood Power from his body, sending it through the control stick and, via some mysterious connection, infusing it into the cannon shells as they left the barrel.

[Sword Qi Attachment]!

The moment they left the barrel, the three high-explosive armor-piercing shells were wreathed in a faint, blood-red halo.

They traced three thin red lines through the air, nearly impossible to track with the naked eye!

The first Cyan-Scaled Eagle was blasted into a fine mist of blood before it could even screech.

The second seemed to sense the danger and tried to bank sideways to evade.

But the shell, as if it had eyes of its own, curved slightly to catch up to it.

Though it only grazed the creature’s wing.

The infused Qi Blood Power instantly erupted!

The iron-hard wing wasn’t blasted off. Instead, as if sliced by an invisible blade, it was instantly shredded into countless pieces!

Seeing its companion’s grisly fate, the third eagle shrieked in terror and tried to pull up sharply.

"Too late."

Han Feng snorted.

The Gray Donkey’s fuselage suddenly banked hard.

Then, a sight that made every spectator’s jaw drop appeared.

The cumbersome support craft, while flying at high speed, actually executed a sideslip fishtail maneuver, like a race car drifting on the ground!

Its massive frame carved a bizarre arc through the sky, completely defying the laws of aerodynamics.

The nose of the plane whipped around, locking precisely onto the fleeing Cyan-Scaled Eagle.

The machine cannon roared once more.

The third Cyan-Scaled Eagle was blown out of the sky, its carcass tumbling into the wheat fields below.

[Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +5]

[Sword Qi Release Skill Proficiency +8]

[Body Tempering Cultivation +6]

The entire process took less than five seconds.

The harvester driver below watched, dumbfounded.

He had been about to abandon his vehicle and run for his life, but in the blink of an eye, the crisis was over?

The killing intent radiating from that clumsy-looking transport plane for that brief moment was even more terrifying than that of the fighter jets overhead.

The Sharp Sword Society’s public channel fell silent.

"That... what a kid!"

After a long moment, Captain Zhang Hao’s voice finally came through, tinged with a barely concealed shock.

"That reaction speed, that predictive aiming... absolutely insane!"

"Holy shit! What did I just see? A drift? You can fly a plane like that?"

Wang Meng’s booming voice was filled with disbelief.

"What the hell kind of black magic was that?"

Gu Yun, who was chasing a straggling Cyan-Scaled Eagle, felt his hand tremble, and he nearly crashed into the adjacent cliff face.

He glanced back at the smoking muzzle of Han Feng’s machine cannon.

Then he looked at the bizarre flight path recorded on his own radar.

Mixed in with his competitive spirit was a new, indescribable sense of apprehension.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

Gu Yun muttered to himself.

He even wondered if his own fighter’s expensive sensors were malfunctioning.

"A heavy support craft... doing a sideslip fishtail? What kind of insane maneuver is that? It’s not scientific! It defies the laws of aerodynamics!"

He felt as if his entire understanding of flight theory had been completely overturned by that one brutal display.

’This guy is really just a mechanic?’

The afternoon sun was brutal, baking the earth until heat radiated from the ground.

The air above Golden Ears Farm shimmered in the intense heat, making everything in sight wobble and sway.

The air-conditioning system in the Gray Donkey’s cockpit whined, clearly overloaded.

Even though cold air was still being pumped in, the back of Han Feng’s flight suit was already soaked through, clinging unpleasantly to his skin.

This heavy support craft was a gas guzzler, but even more, it was a bottomless pit that devoured stamina.

The veins on the back of Han Feng’s right hand stood out as he gripped the control stick.

Every pull of the stick, every turn, demanded several times more physical and Spiritual Power than piloting the Initial Training-3.

[Qi Blood Value: 160/704]

The flashing red numbers on his retina made Han Feng’s eye twitch.

He had flown for less than four hours and had already burned through more than half his Qi Blood.

Before he had broken through to the Body Tempering Seventh Layer, he probably would have passed out from exhaustion in the pilot’s seat by now.

Han Feng steadied the control stick with one hand and used his free left hand to skillfully retrieve a vial from the storage compartment by his leg.

It was a "Rhino" brand Middle Tier Recovery Potion, something he had spent a fortune on to stockpile before the mission.

He popped the cap with his thumb, tilted his head back, and downed it.

The potion slid down his throat, and a warm current instantly spread through his stomach. His once-depleted meridians filled with power again.

’Three hundred Contribution Points, gone in a flash.’

Han Feng clicked his tongue and tossed the empty vial into the recycling pouch.

’I’ll have to kill a Tier One Middle Stage Demon Beast just to break even. This is a tough business.’

Just then, Gu Yun’s impatient and obviously angry voice crackled over the comms channel.

"This Burrowing Rock Lizard is too slippery! It’s about to burrow again! Dammit, Alice, why can’t your Magic-guided Missiles get a lock on it?! It’s turning the whole battlefield into a mud pit!"

Han Feng glanced down at Wheat Field Sector 3.

A massive, grayish-brown lizard, nearly seven meters long, was frantically clawing at the earth.

Its thick, powerful tail swept back and forth, flattening a huge swathe of the surrounding Purple Crystal Wheat and scattering the purple grains everywhere.

Gu Yun’s fighter, the one with the White-haired Witch nose art, was in a dive.

Its nose dipped, and muzzles flashed.

RAT-TAT-TAT—

Rows of impacts stitched the ground around the Rock Lizard, sending dirt flying.

But the beast’s hide was thick and its movements were erratic. The entire burst did little more than scratch its itch and churn up more soil.

Wang Meng’s booming voice rang out over the channel, dripping with undisguised glee.

"Xiaogu, is your anime waifu’s Magic on the fritz? You want Brother Meng to go down there and solve your little problem with my axe?"

"Shut up! You muscle-headed barbarian!"

Gu Yun was fuming with humiliation.

"It’s called tactics! I’m restricting its movement, forcing it to expose a weakness! You wouldn’t understand the art of combat!"

Han Feng’s calm voice cut in.

"If you restrict it any further, the farm’s going to bill you for the wheat."

Gu Yun froze. Just as he was about to retort, a massive shadow fell over him.

The hulking Gray Donkey didn’t execute a flashy dive attack like Gu Yun had.

Han Feng simply slammed the throttle all the way forward while deploying the speed brakes on the underbelly.

Carrying immense kinetic energy, the craft cut diagonally into the battlefield, its approach clumsy but incredibly stable.

"Are you crazy? At that altitude, its tail will swat you out of the sky!"

Gu Yun cried out.

The Rock Lizard was a Tier One Late Stage Demon Beast. Its tail swung with immense power, and even the transport’s thick Armor wouldn’t withstand a direct hit.

Han Feng paid him no mind.

His eyes narrowed, fixed on the lizard that was desperately trying to dig its way underground.

Augmented by his system’s Perception, the surrounding wind speed, the vibrations in the earth, and even the frequency of the Rock Lizard’s muscle contractions all resolved into a clear stream of data.

In a nearby wheat field, an automated turret disguised as an irrigation valve slowly rose, attempting to lock onto the Rock Lizard.

But its line of fire was obstructed by the terrain, and it retracted in defeat.

Distance: three hundred meters.

The Rock Lizard sensed the pressure from above. It stopped digging and reared up on its hind legs.

Its throat swelled—the telltale sign it was about to spit acid.

This was the exact moment its belly Armor was at its most vulnerable.

’Now.’

Han Feng squeezed the trigger.