High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Three bullets, cost of one-fifty."

"Iron-skinned pig carcass, recovery price twelve hundred. Net profit of one thousand and fifty."

Han Feng muttered his business calculations under his breath.

But the movements of his hands were so fast they left afterimages.

Wang Meng exclaimed over the public channel.

"Damn, he’s using the machine cannon like a sniper rifle!"

"What kind of pilot is this?"

"He’s more like an accountant with wings, isn’t he?"

Gu Yun’s eye twitched as he watched.

He despised this kind of calculating fighting style the most.

’Combat should be magnificent, full of aesthetic beauty!’

’It is an art that blossoms in the moment of destruction!’

’How can it be measured in filthy Contribution Points?’

He snorted coldly and tried to imitate Han Feng.

He fired a short burst at a lone Demon Beast in the distance.

The result? He either missed completely or blasted the Demon Beast into a sieve.

The value of its materials was greatly reduced.

"Dammit!"

"The air resistance in this damn place is too high!"

"It’s seriously affecting Alice’s trajectory!"

Gu Yun fumed, making excuses for his own failure.

This provoked another round of unabashed, roaring laughter from Wang Meng.

Han Feng tuned out the external commotion.

He was completely immersed in his own world.

Every shot fired, every infusion of Qi Blood, deepened his understanding of "Sword Qi Release" by another layer.

The Skill Proficiency on his panel was steadily and relentlessly racing toward the critical point.

His flight path and firing rhythm gradually formed a deadly cadence.

From a slightly clumsy three-shot burst to a clean and crisp two-shot combo.

It finally evolved into a flawless, one-shot kill.

As his Skill Proficiency soared, Han Feng’s understanding of the "Sword Techniques" recognized by the system also evolved at a rapid pace.

Firing indiscriminately made his Skill Proficiency increase slower than a snail’s pace.

But once an attack accurately struck a weak point or was perfectly combined with an extreme maneuver, the Skill Proficiency numbers would jump joyfully.

The system was guiding him to pursue the ultimate principles of the Sword Dao.

Fast!

Accurate!

Vicious!

BOOM!

A lizard lurking in the shadow of a rock was just about to spit acid.

A cannon shell tore through the air and precisely entered its wide-open mouth.

It blew its skull, along with its malicious intent, into a shower of fragments.

’Another two thousand earned.’

Han Feng licked his slightly chapped lips.

The feeling of watching his Skill Proficiency skyrocket while his virtual wallet filled up was more intoxicating than the strongest liquor in the world.

Before he knew it, the ammunition box, originally full with a thousand rounds, was now empty.

And that progress bar had finally climbed to its heart-pounding peak.

[Swordsmanship·Sword Qi Release (Proficient: 1998/2000)]

’Two shots left.’

Han Feng’s gaze locked onto a Pangolin that was desperately trying to burrow into a hole.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

He violently mobilized his Qi Blood!

A long-absent scorching heat instantly filled his arms.

It felt as if he wasn’t holding a cold control stick, but a red-hot sword hilt.

’Since this is the final blow, it needs a bit of ceremony.’

"Break!"

With a low roar, Han Feng decisively pulled the trigger.

The shell leaving the barrel was actually enveloped in a layer of semi-transparent, visible ripples.

It wasn’t a shockwave from the air being torn apart.

It was the aura of Sharpness, compressed to its absolute limit!

PFFT!

The Pangolin’s tough back armor, enough to withstand ordinary cannon fire, was fragile before this shell.

The warhead didn’t explode.

Instead, it silently pierced through its body and bored deep into the ground.

It left only a round hole in the ground, its edges so smooth it was terrifying.

[Congratulations, Host!]

[Skill has been promoted to the "Mastery" Level!]

BOOM!

The instant the notification sounded, his entire spinal column felt as if it had been seared with a branding iron.

Vertebra by vertebra, his bones remolded themselves with a mournful cry!

This time, what flooded his mind was not just a simple tingling numbness.

But a vast torrent of knowledge!

It was about High Tier application Techniques for "Sword Qi"!

A phantom figure of light appeared in his mind, repeatedly demonstrating how to compress, rotate, and reconstruct loose Qi Blood into a deadly Energy structure.

"Condensing Qi into Silk..."

"Spiral Force..."

"Sword Qi Burst..."

Only then did Han Feng realize just how crude his previous methods had been.

It was like using a gold bar as a common brick.

True Sword Qi Release was about the precise control of Energy, a preliminary evolution of the Law!

If he were to coat the surface of a shell with a layer of high-speed, rotating Spiral Sword Qi, its Penetration Power would increase by at least threefold!

At the same time, the free-roaming Spiritual Qi in the outside world was forcibly drawn in by an invisible power.

It formed a torrent that savagely poured into Han Feng’s spine!

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

The crisp cracking of bones echoed throughout the inside of his body.

The excruciating, bone-deep pain of the transformation was ten times more intense than ever before!

Han Feng gripped the control stick tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He pulled into a terrifying high-G turn, trying to use the centrifugal force to counteract the drastic changes within his body.

[Sword Bone Transformation Progress: 28/100...]

[29/100...]

Finally, the number took a sharp jump.

[30/100]

However, the transformation didn’t stop!

Riding the massive momentum from this "Mastery Level" Skill breakthrough, the progress bar was forced forward by a large chunk!

[31/100]

HMMMM—

The moment he broke through thirty percent, Han Feng felt as if the world’s mute button had suddenly been pressed.

The roar of the engine, the sharp whistle of the wind, and even the drumming of his own heart all receded in an instant, fading into a void-like background.

The scene before his eyes began to change in a bizarre and fantastical way.

The once-drab, gray, rocky terrain was endowed with an unprecedented "color."

It wasn’t the color of paint.

It was a flowing, illusory halo of Law, representing the world’s origin.

He "saw" the veins of the wind.

They were cyan threads of Energy, weaving, tangling, and spiraling between the rocks.

Constructing an invisible Force Field.

He "saw" the breathing of the earth.

It was a thick, steady, ochre-colored mist rising from deep within the ground.

Each pulsation was like the planet’s heartbeat.

He even "saw" through the multiple layers of the cockpit’s Armor, seeing inside the turbofan engine.

There, Crimson Fire Attribute Energy was burning violently, propelling the turbine blades to spin at high speed, playing a symphony of power.

And behind a giant boulder not far away, a filthy, frenzied flame of life was cowering and trembling.

It was a Tier One Demon Beast that had blended perfectly into its environment.

Under both visual and radar scans, it appeared as nothing more than an ordinary rock.

But in Han Feng’s current vision, it was as conspicuous as a bonfire in the night, and so... fragile.

In this moment, all camouflage became meaningless.

"This..."

Han Feng’s breath caught.

This was a new dimension that transcended sight, hearing, and touch.

A... Divine Perspective!

’I won’t even need radar to find monsters anymore?’

’Holy shit, that’ll save on fuel!’

After the shock, wild joy surged through him.

This was practically a Treasure Compass tailor-made for a stingy player like him!

He blinked. The strange vision didn’t disappear; instead, it grew clearer with his intent.

If he focused, he could even "see" the minute air currents stirred by every flap of a fly’s wings a hundred meters away.

On the system panel, a line of golden text, never seen before, slowly materialized.

It carried a hint of divinity.

[Congratulations, Host. The Sword Bone has undergone its initial awakening.]

[Acquired Companion Talent: Spiritual Vision (Initial Tier)]

The barrel of the Machine Cannon was now a disturbing dark red, emitting a scorched smell.

Han Feng realized that this session of high-intensity "Cultivation" had pushed the steel behemoth to its limits.

It was time to land and make some repairs.

He piloted the fighter jet, landing smoothly on the farm’s runway.

When he pushed open the canopy and removed his helmet, the entire world looked different in his eyes.

The ground crewman, Old Zhang, was emitting a dim, grayish-white halo—the faint Life Magnet Field of a Mortal.

In the distance, the radar station’s signal tower was like a glaring blue pillar of light, constantly radiating invisible waves.

The amount of information was overwhelming, and a sharp pain stabbed his brain.

Han Feng rubbed his temples and mentally switched off his newly awakened [Spiritual Vision] Talent.

’This thing is useful, alright, but it’s just too mentally draining.’

’I’ve only had it on for less than ten minutes, but I feel more exhausted than if I’d been flying for two straight hours.’