High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

BOOM! BOOM!

Two deep, powerful cannon shots rang out, making the Gray Donkey’s fuselage shudder.

The recoil was staggering.

Two thirty-millimeter shells, infused with Han Feng’s crimson Qi Blood, flew out in a bizarre spiral trajectory.

The first shell flew precisely into the Burrowing Rock Lizard’s open mouth.

The shell didn’t pierce through; instead, it detonated deep in its throat.

The Rock Lizard’s roar was choked off, turning into a pained shriek.

The potent acid it had been about to spew exploded in its mouth, and a foul-smelling white smoke billowed from its seven orifices.

It still hadn’t fallen.

The second shell had already slammed into the single white scale on its belly.

SPLAT—

Flesh and entrails exploded everywhere.

The Tier One Late Stage Demon Beast that had given Gu Yun so much trouble collapsed heavily, without even a complete corpse left behind.

[Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +8]

[Sword Qi Release Skill Proficiency +10]

Han Feng crisply pulled the control stick, leveling out his fighter jet.

The wings skimmed the tips of the purple waves of wheat, the airflow flattening a patch of the crop.

He glanced at his ammo counter and reported his expenses over the public channel.

"A Tier One Late Stage Burrowing Rock Lizard, salvage value of three thousand five hundred Contribution Points."

"I used two rounds. Cost: one hundred points."

"That strafing run you just did? I estimate you fired a hundred rounds. Cost: five thousand points."

"Add in fuel consumption, and you’re at a net loss of two thousand points for that engagement."

The comms channel went dead silent.

Gu Yun sat in his lavish cockpit, staring blankly.

He looked at the pile of gore below, then looked up at the "Gray Donkey" slowly climbing in the distance.

His face alternated between ashen and pale.

’I fought for ages, doing climbs and dives, using ’Magic-guided Missiles’ and ’Arcane Radiance’...’

’And it turns out I was just handing him money?’

Wang Meng’s wild laughter suddenly erupted, shattering the silence.

"Hahahaha!"

"Han Feng, you bastard, you’re a genius!"

"That’s just brutal!"

"Xiaogu, you hear that? A net loss of two thousand points!"

"Not only did your precious ’wife’ not kill the monster, she blew all your private savings!"

"You... That... That was a tactical feint!"

Gu Yun was being more stubborn than alloy armor.

"I was creating an opportunity for him to land the killing blow!"

"Yes, that’s it!"

"Alice’s splendor is meant to confuse the enemy and create the chance for a teammate to deliver the final strike!"

Han Feng didn’t say anything else.

He silently tallied the three thousand five hundred points to his account.

He also mentally moved Gu Yun from the "Teammate" category to the "Money-Wasting Teammate" one.

Gu Yun seemed to have been provoked and snorted heavily.

"All you can do when you’re poor is count pennies!"

"A true ace pilot conquers the skies with skill and artistry!"

With that, he slammed the throttle.

The "Scarlet Witch" roared and shot off in another direction.

Over the next few hours, a strange competition unfolded in the skies above Golden Ears Farm.

Gu Yun flew all over the place as if he were on steroids.

Wherever a red dot appeared on the radar, he charged.

His maneuvers were flashy and ostentatious, and the sound of his machine cannon barely ever stopped.

He was also constantly shouting incomprehensible attack names.

"Alice, take this! ’Ice Cone Technique’!"

RAT-TAT-TAT!

A burst of fire shredded a few unlucky Iron-toothed Rats.

"Ali-SSE, taste my ’Blazing Flame Storm’!"

He maneuvered his jet, leaving a magnificent contrail as he flew over a swarm of Burrowing Beetles.

Han Feng’s style was the complete opposite.

He just circled leisurely at a low-to-medium altitude of one thousand meters.

He looked exceptionally relaxed.

Only when a high-value target appeared on radar, or when a teammate missed a tricky foe, would the clumsy "Gray Donkey" suddenly unleash its might,

revealing a momentary ferocity.

And he specifically targeted the expensive ones.

He couldn’t even be bothered to look at the small fry worth only a few hundred Contribution Points.

He left them all for the ground guard team to practice on.

This pragmatic approach earned him the deep gratitude of the ground guard team’s captain over the comms channel.

After all, no one wanted to face off against a Tier One Late Stage behemoth with just a rifle.

"Southwest corner, ’Scythe Mantis’ spotted. Value: two thousand points."

Han Feng’s eyes lit up, and he gently pushed the control stick.

The "Gray Donkey" turned clumsily and flew toward the target.

A one-hit kill.

[Body Tempering Cultivation +5]

"Northeast, ’Three-Eyed Poison Frog.’ Value: one thousand five hundred points."

Another two clean, precise shots.

[Sword Qi Release Skill Proficiency +6]

Throughout the afternoon, Han Feng’s Qi Blood was depleted and then replenished by Potions and his own Recovery Power, only to be depleted again.

But the balance of his Contribution Points account grew steadily.

The sun set.

The last armed harvester completed its task, returning to the warehouse with a full load of Purple Crystal Wheat.

"All units, mission complete. Prepare to return to base."

Captain Zhang Hao’s voice sounded over the channel.

Gu Yun’s fighter was the first to respond.

He had fought the hardest today and was almost out of fuel and ammunition.

"Hmph. Alice’s combat results today were the most glorious."

He was still putting on a brave face, but his tone lacked the arrogance it had held that morning.

Han Feng glanced at his own combat statistics.

In one afternoon, he had earned a net total of twelve thousand Contribution Points.

His Cultivation had also stabilized at Mid-stage Seventh Body Tempering.

He was very satisfied with this result.

Eleven fighter jets landed one by one on the bumpy dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust.

Han Feng was the last to bring the "Gray Donkey" to a stop.

The moment he shut down the engine, a powerful wave of dizziness and fatigue washed over him.

He felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

It didn’t feel like he’d been flying a plane, but like he’d spent eight hours wrestling a wild bull with his bare hands.

He twisted off the cap of his last Recovery Potion and tilted his head back to down it.

The warm Medicinal Power spread through his body, and only then did his exhausted frame regain some strength.

"Fuck, this stuff is more expensive than a private training session at the gym."

Han Feng clicked his tongue, looking at the empty test tube with a pang of regret.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed open the canopy.

A wave of hot air, mixed with the scent of wheat, dust, and gunpowder, washed over him.

On the tarmac, Gu Yun had already hopped down from his flashy "Scarlet Witch."

There was no trace of fatigue on his face, only a look of heartache.

He held a snow-white microfiber cloth and was facing the cheek of the White-haired Witch painted on the wing.

He was carefully wiping away a speck of dust smaller than a sesame seed.

"My Alice! You’ve suffered!"

Gu Yun’s voice was on the verge of tears, his movements gentle.

"This godforsaken place actually got you dusty!"

"This is a desecration of your holy body!"

Wang Meng walked by, shouldering his large axe, and couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sight of Gu Yun.

"I’m telling you, Old Gu, do you have to be so dramatic?"

"It’s just a little dust."

"Can’t you just spray it off with a water hose later?"

"What do you know!"

Gu Yun whipped his head around and retorted excitedly.

"This is a work of art!"

"A work of art, understand?"

"Can it be treated in such a crude manner?"

"That would damage the gloss and hydrophobicity of the paint finish!"

"I paid a fortune for this limited edition ’Witch’s Tear’ crystal coating!"

Han Feng shook his head and jumped down from his plane.

He really couldn’t understand the logic of someone who raised a plane like it was his wife.

Just then, two figures emerged from the shadows of the hangar, walking over quickly.