High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"What?!"

Wang Meng’s voice instantly shot up.

"He got away?"

"You had an airship blockading a cave, and you still let him get away?!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Zhang Hao glared at him.

Wang Defa said with a wry smile, "The specifics are unclear. All we know is that he detonated some kind of Secret Technique inside the cave. The blast was immense, comparable to the self-destruction of a Tier Four Powerhouse."

"The City Defense Army was held back for a moment. By the time they gave chase again, the person was gone, leaving only a mangled corpse behind as a diversion."

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Gu Yun muttered from the side.

"The guy was pinned down by a single Hunting Falcon, but they had a Tier Three Colonel leading the team, with a gunship and Power Armor, and they couldn’t even catch a single hair on his head!"

The moment he said that, the air around them fell silent.

Wang Meng, Old Liu, and even the usually composed Zhang Hao subconsciously turned to look at Han Feng, who was diligently tightening a screw.

’That’s right.’

’An Evil Cult expert that powerful was cornered in a cave by Han Feng alone, with a single plane, too scared to come out.’

’But the moment the well-equipped, powerful elites from the City Defense Army arrived, the guy managed to escape.’

’So... were those elites just that useless?’

’Or...’

As they thought about it, their gazes on Han Feng grew stranger and stranger.

’Just what kind of monster is this guy?’

The surrounding silence was almost eerie.

Wang Meng, Old Liu, and even the usually composed Zhang Hao were staring at Han Feng as if he were an alien.

Gu Yun’s unintentional remark had been like a needle, piercing the last thin veil of denial in everyone’s mind.

’That’s right!’

’An Enlightenment Realm Evil Cult expert, suppressed in a cave by Han Feng alone with a single plane, not daring to show his face.’

’And yet, the moment the well-equipped City Defense Army elites, led by a Tier Three Colonel, arrived, the guy slipped away.’

’The contrast... was just too stark.’

Han Feng felt his skin crawl under their stares. He gave a dry cough and quickly waved his hands.

"Hey everyone, you can’t look at it like that."

"This is a classic case of having the right tool for the job. I just had a situational advantage."

"What advantage?"

Wang Meng asked in his booming voice.

"The advantage of vision and speed."

Han Feng explained in all seriousness, "You all know about my Perception Talent, how I can see the flow of Energy."

"From three thousand meters up, the whole ground looks like a sand table to me."

"No matter how he tried to hide his Energy fluctuations, he was as conspicuous as a torch in the dark."

"I could find him and lock onto him, but there was nothing he could do about me up in the sky."

"A fighter jet is too fast. It’s not like he could just jump up and hit me, right?"

Everyone nodded. The explanation was logical and reasonable.

"But just because I could find him doesn’t mean I could beat him in a fight."

Han Feng spread his hands and continued, "I fired two Tier Two Spiritual Energy Combat Missiles into the cave and still couldn’t kill him on the spot. That proves how strong he is."

"If it had been a ground battle, I bet he could have crushed me with a single finger."

"What the City Defense Army officers faced was his final, desperate counterattack."

"Captain Wang said the blast was comparable to a Tier Four Powerhouse self-destructing. The colonel and his men are only Tier Three, so it’s normal they couldn’t stop it."

"That kind of desperate Escape Technique must have been ridiculously fast."

"Forget the airship; even if I were in my jet, I might not have been able to catch him in that chaotic situation."

His words were well-reasoned. He both praised the enemy’s strength and gave the City Defense Army an excuse for their failure, neatly absolving himself of any special credit.

The simple summary was: ’My success was all thanks to good equipment, a great position, and a whole lot of luck.’

Zhang Hao gave Han Feng a deep look. Although the explanation seemed flawless, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

’You’re a student at the Body Tempering Realm, and you cornered a Tier Three Evil Cult expert in a cave with just a fighter jet.’

’No matter how you look at it, it’s just absurd.’

"Regardless, your Perception Talent was definitely the key to this operation," Zhang Hao said gravely.

"Han Feng, once this mission is over, you must return to the university for a formal Talent evaluation!"

"Understood, Captain."

Han Feng nodded in agreement.

"I’m curious," Zhang Hao suddenly asked, "You were taking Spirit Plants before, saying it was to awaken your Talent."

"Do you think your Talent... is fully awakened now?"

"Is there still room for it to grow?"

At this question, everyone’s ears perked up.

’His Perception Ability is already this heaven-defying. If it’s not even fully awakened... just how terrifying could it become?’

Han Feng rubbed his chin, thinking it over seriously.

Then he gave an answer that made everyone’s heart skip a beat.

"I think... there’s still a lot of room for improvement."

"I feel like what I’m seeing now is just the tip of the iceberg."

A collective, sharp intake of breath hissed through the room.

"You’re a freak!"

Wang Meng’s eyes widened like a bull’s. "It can still improve?"

"If your Talent fully awakens, wouldn’t you be able to see clearly for dozens of kilometers?"

"I originally estimated your Talent was at least B+ Level," Zhang Hao’s expression became extremely complicated.

"If it can continue to improve, then it’s likely higher than B+, and might even have a chance of reaching A Level!"

"A Level Talent!"

Gu Yun exclaimed in a hushed voice from the side.

"In the entire East Sea Martial Arts University, there aren’t even twenty students with A Level Talents, right?"

"Every single one of them is a monster among monsters!"

Listening from the side, Wang Defa couldn’t help but chime in, "Han Feng has performed such a great service this time. Once things on the farm are settled, Director Lei will definitely have a hefty reward for him."

"I heard that the Director is cultivating a lot of high-quality Tier Two Spirit Plants in his private storeroom."

"If he gives you a few more, you might really be able to push your Talent all the way to A Level in one go!"

Hearing that there would be more Spirit Plants as a reward, Han Feng’s eyes instantly lit up.

The others, however, wore expressions of pure envy, jealousy, and resentment.

’This is what Talent does for you!’

’Once your Talent awakens, your life enters the fast lane.’

’While others are still grinding away on missions to save up Contribution Points, this guy is already getting Spirit Plants as rewards and eating them like meals.’

Amidst the group’s mixed chatter, the post-disaster reconstruction work proceeded in an orderly manner.

The physical prowess of Martial Artists far exceeds that of ordinary people. With a few "Iron Wall" Battle Armors, their combat duties over, moonlighting as construction machinery, the craters left by the tunnel worms were quickly filled.

With Han Feng and Wang Defa working together, the key nodes of the damaged underground Defense Array’s circuits were also preliminarily repaired.

As for the Demon Beast Remains scattered outside the city, a specialized disposal unit would be dispatched from East Sea Fortress City to handle them.

After a long night of work, everyone dragged their exhausted bodies back to the temporary dormitories to rest.

...

The next morning, after breakfast, Lei Zhen sent someone to inform Han Feng and the others to head to the Command Tower.

The investigative experts sent from East Sea City had arrived and needed to question everyone who had witnessed the events.

In the Command Tower’s conference room sat several officers in City Defense Army uniforms, along with a refined, scholarly-looking old man dressed in gray academic robes.

The man in the lead was none other than Colonel Xing Tianzhu, who had commanded yesterday’s operation.

When he saw Han Feng enter, a complex look flashed in his eyes, but he still gave a formulaic nod.

The questioning process went smoothly. Han Feng and the others reported everything they knew, down to the last detail.

When the scholarly old man heard Han Feng describe how he used his high-altitude vision and Energy Perception to lock down and suppress the Evil Cultist "Long Nail," his eyes shone with a brilliant light.

"What a pity!"

After listening, Xing Tianzhu couldn’t help but slap his thigh.

"If I had known you had this kind of enemy-finding ability, I never would have ordered you to return to base!"