High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Roger!

Han Feng immediately pulled up.

The Gray Donkey circled in the night sky.

The powerful searchlight under its nose locked tightly onto the Black Iron Earth Dragon’s massive body.

On the ground, the steel tide of the Iron Armor Camp was in position.

"Open fire! Fire at will! Pin it down for me!"

Lei Zhen’s roar echoed through the channel.

The next second, dozens of tongues of fire erupted from the muzzles of the Battle Armor.

They wove a blinding web of firepower in the night sky, smashing down upon the Black Iron Earth Dragon.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A string of ear-piercing metallic impacts rang out.

The shells slammed against the Black Iron Earth Dragon’s back armor, bursting into useless showers of sparks.

Aside from leaving faint white marks, they couldn’t inflict any real damage.

"Damn it, this bastard’s shell is fucking hard!"

A Mecha Master couldn’t help but curse over the channel.

"Everyone, aim better!"

Lei Zhen roared.

"Its weak points are its mouth and belly! Now, fire right at its mouth!"

The Black Iron Earth Dragon, thoroughly enraged by the assault, suddenly reared its head.

Its terrifying maw, filled with spiraling, sharp teeth, gaped open.

It didn’t make a sound.

Instead, a stream of murky, brownish-yellow fluid tore through the night sky like a high-pressure water jet, shooting straight for them!

"Han Feng! Dodge!"

He didn’t need the warning; Han Feng’s nerves were already stretched to their absolute limit.

’Think you can give me a face full of that? Not a chance!’

Instead of scrambling to climb, he slammed the control stick down and stomped hard on the right rudder pedal!

BOOM!

The Gray Donkey’s engine let out a wail as if it were about to fall apart!

Under the horrified gazes of all the monitoring personnel in the control tower, the support craft, weighing dozens of tons, executed a demonic maneuver that completely defied the laws of physics.

The fuselage suddenly tilted to the right, almost ninety degrees perpendicular to the ground!

Then, like a brick kicked by some immense force, it brutally and unreasonably shifted sideways a good dozen meters!

A mid-air lateral drift!

The barrel-thick stream of acid grazed past the fuselage.

It splashed onto the shield of a distant Iron Wall-IV Battle Armor.

"SSSZZZ—"

The heavy alloy shield was instantly corroded into a pitted mess, spewing thick black smoke.

The Mecha Master inside broke out in a cold sweat.

In the control tower’s command room, there was a deathly silence.

Lei Zhen stared at the flight path on the monitor, so bizarre it seemed to twist the laws of physics.

The cheap cigarette dangling from his lips fell silently to the floor.

"What... the hell..."

For the first time, a tremor he himself didn’t notice entered the former Heavy Armor Mecha Master’s voice.

"What kind of monstrous piloting is that?"

Just then, a calm and decisive voice cut into the public channel.

"All units, maintain distance and keep up suppressive fire! I’ll handle this!"

Before he finished speaking, a sleek Hunting Falcon fighter jet soared out of the main farm base’s hangar.

It was Captain Zhang Hao’s personal craft.

"Director Lei, your ground troops are to set up a perimeter. Don’t let it escape!"

Zhang Hao’s voice was steady.

"I’ll pull this nail!"

"Got it!"

Zhang Hao’s fighter carved a sharp arc through the sky.

The four Spiritual Energy Combat Missiles mounted under its wings glinted with a dangerous light in the darkness.

"You beast, have a taste of this!"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The four missiles, trailing flames, screamed toward the Black Iron Earth Dragon from different angles.

The dragon sensed the mortal danger and its massive body contracted, trying to burrow back into the earth.

But it was too late.

BOOM!

The massive explosions occurred almost simultaneously.

A terrifying fireball shot into the sky, illuminating half the night as if it were day.

The powerful shockwave made even Han Feng, high up in the air, feel his aircraft shudder violently.

On the ground, a huge crater appeared, shrouded in dust and smoke.

"Is it taken care of?"

Wang Meng’s nervous question came over the channel.

Zhang Hao’s voice was grave. "No... It’s not dead yet!"

As the dust settled, the scene in the crater made everyone gasp.

A large part of the Black Iron Earth Dragon’s body had been blown to a bloody pulp.

Its black carapace was mixed with yellowish-green bodily fluids that pooled on the ground.

But the remaining half of its body was still thrashing wildly.

And the intense pain had made it even more berserk.

"Damn it! It’s going crazy!"

Lei Zhen’s roar exploded over the comms channel.

Sure enough, the injured Black Iron Earth Dragon shrieked and stopped attacking the aircraft in the sky.

Instead, it plunged headfirst into the adjacent wheat field, its massive body churning madly beneath the earth.

Row after row of nearly ripe Purple Crystal Wheat was instantly destroyed.

"No!"

Lei Zhen watched, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets. ’That’s all money!’

Zhang Hao’s expression was also incredibly grim.

After being injured, the beast was even harder to deal with.

It was rampaging underground, impossible to lock onto.

"Director, let’s initiate the ’Earth Nail’ Protocol Three."

Zhang Hao’s voice was laced with resignation.

The "Earth Nail" Protocol Three involved detonating pre-buried, high-explosive Armor-Piercing Bullets in a designated area.

But that meant dozens of acres of farmland in that area would be completely ruined.

Lei Zhen’s mechanical prosthesis creaked as he clenched his fist. He fell silent.

Just then, a calm voice spoke up on the channel.

"Captain, Director Lei, let me try."

It was Han Feng.

"You?"

Zhang Hao was taken aback.

"Your Machine Cannon can’t get through its armor."

"Not necessarily."

Han Feng’s eyes flickered as he watched the fields below being continuously torn apart.

"It has a wound the size of a basketball now. My bullets might be able to get inside."

"If I fail, it won’t be too late for you to initiate the ’Earth Nail’ protocol."

"But it’s underground!"

Wang Meng shouted.

"It has to come up for air eventually."

Han Feng’s voice was exceptionally calm.

"Give me three minutes."

"I’ll bet on where it surfaces next."

Lei Zhen and Zhang Hao exchanged a look, both seeing the decisiveness in the other’s eyes.

"Alright! You have three minutes!"

Lei Zhen made the call.

"Kid, if you can take it down, I’ll personally give you a bonus of ten thousand Contribution Points!"

Han Feng had no time to think about the bonus; he was more concerned with the value of the Demon Beast itself.

He took a deep look at the rampaging shadow below, then reached into a storage compartment and pulled out two Middle Tier Recovery Potions.

’Two hundred fifty a pop. Five hundred points, gone just like that.’

He muttered, twisted off the caps, and downed them like a soft drink.

BOOM!

The immense Medicinal Power instantly dissolved within him.

A warm torrent of Energy surged through his body, rapidly replenishing the Qi Blood he had expended in the intense battle.

His Qi Blood Value, which had been nearing empty, was instantly restored by more than half.

’It felt like filling up a sports car running on empty with high-octane fuel.’

’Move!’

Without a moment’s delay, Han Feng activated his Sword Control Technique at full power.

His boiling Qi Blood Power seemed to find an outlet, crazily surging through an invisible channel into the Gray Donkey’s frame.

HUMMM!

The clumsy support craft emitted a strange hum.

In that moment, Han Feng felt as if the tens-of-tons steel beast had lost all its weight.

It became as light and agile as his own arm.

"It’s surfacing!"

A cry of alarm came from the control tower.

On the ground, the Black Iron Earth Dragon burst from the soil.

Its massive maw gaped open, as if greedily gulping for air.

’This is it!’

A sharp glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes as he slammed the control stick forward.

The Gray Donkey let out a piercing shriek as it dove straight down!

The dragon immediately sensed the threat and spat out several more blobs of acid, weaving a net of death.

However, under the extreme control of the Sword Control Technique, the Gray Donkey traced a series of unbelievable zig-zagging lines in the air.

Like a phantom, it effortlessly weaved through the gaps in the acid spray.

In the blink of an eye, the aircraft had closed to less than fifty meters from the dragon!

At this distance, he could even smell the foul stench coming from the dragon’s wound.

’Die!’

Han Feng roared in his mind, and a massive amount of his Qi Blood was instantly drained!

The energy from those two Potions was completely wrung dry in that single moment.