High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

This was the classic story of a rookie who’d lost her backing and was now being relentlessly targeted by her rivals.

On top of that, she was saddled with a project of Hell-level difficulty.

And to top it all off, the client was a major figure who could crush her with a single finger.

Miserable.

Truly miserable.

Zhao Yu looked at Han Feng.

A sly, fox-like smile finally broke through the stern expression on his square-jawed face.

"So, Han Feng."

"Your opportunity has arrived."

"That monstrous Perception Talent of yours can pinpoint a one-millimeter structural weakness through dozens of meters of alloy Armor."

"An ability like that was practically made to solve these kinds of ’intractable problems’!"

Zhao Yu’s voice held a tone of Enchantment.

"If you go and help Lin Xue, use your Talent to find the root cause of the problem with the ’Night Falcon’ project..."

"Even if you only provide a general direction, it would be tantamount to saving her entire family!"

"By helping Lin Xue, you’re indirectly helping Su Muxue."

"With Miss Su’s status, getting her to ask the university for a recommendation to Suspended Mountain for you..."

"Wouldn’t that be as simple as her saying the word?"

Han Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

He had to admit, the picture Zhao Yu was painting was grand, perfect, and incredibly tempting.

’This isn’t just a pretty picture.’

’This is a clear path to the top!’

"However..." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Zhao Yu’s tone shifted, his expression instantly turning serious.

"There’s one condition."

"You’d better go get the Level of your Perception Talent officially tested first."

"Then I can take your evaluation report and recommend you to Lin Xue."

"Why?"

Han Feng was confused.

"Can’t you just recommend me directly?"

"Of course I can recommend you. Given my relationship with Lin Xue, she trusts me."

"But even if she trusts me, will that group of proud and arrogant Engineers under her trust you?"

Zhao Yu cut right to the heart of the matter.

"You’re a newly promoted C Level Technician who hasn’t accomplished a single thing."

"You think you can just parachute into their core project team on my word alone and start pointing fingers?"

"What do you think will happen?"

"It’d be a miracle if they didn’t see you as just some guy who got the job through connections!"

"Then, they’ll pay you lip service while undermining you at every turn. Even if you had all the talent in the world, you wouldn’t be able to use it."

"But if you walk in there with an evaluation report for a B Level, or even an A Level, Perception Talent, that’s a different story."

"You’ll be a special talent certified by the university—an ’expert’ brought in to solve the problem!"

"Even if they’re not convinced, they’ll have to be polite to your face and call you ’Teacher Han’!"

"Only then will your words carry weight."

"Only then will you be able to get things done without so much resistance."

Zhao Yu clapped Han Feng on the shoulder, enunciating each word with deliberate force.

"Sometimes, a stellar resume is more useful than a hundred compliments."

"Go get your Talent tested first. The higher the Level, the easier it will be for me to advocate for you."

"And it’ll be more convenient for you to get things done when you join their project team."

Han Feng understood completely.

’Zhao Yu is teaching me the laws of workplace survival!’

’Without officially certified abilities, you’re just a ’nepotism hire’.’

’With official certification, you’re a ’specially-appointed expert’.’

’The difference in treatment and influence is like night and day!’

"I understand!"

Han Feng nodded emphatically.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

"Alright, enough of that."

Zhao Yu waved his hand, an unconcealable smile on his face.

"You’re one of my guys, after all. When you do well, it reflects well on me."

"Now, get going!"

"I’m waiting to see what kind of Talent Level you can pull off, kid!"

"Right!"

Han Feng turned and strode out of Zhao Yu’s office.

His eyes blazed with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

...

「East Sea Martial Arts University, Talent Testing Center.」

The center was located in the heart of the Inner City Research Area.

It was a colossal, egg-shaped building forged entirely from a silvery-white alloy, exuding a cold, futuristic aesthetic.

Unlike the grease-stained environment of the maintenance department, this place was spotless and so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

The staff and students who passed by all wore serious expressions and walked with a brisk pace.

Han Feng walked up to the front desk.

A sophisticated-looking female receptionist in a white research coat and gold-rimmed glasses looked up.

"Can I help you, student?"

"Hello, I’m here for a Talent evaluation."

Han Feng handed over his identification terminal.

The receptionist took the terminal and tapped a few times on the holographic screen.

Her lightly made-up eyebrows arched slightly.

"C Level Technician, Han Feng?"

Her tone held a hint of programmatic surprise.

"Your first time undergoing a Talent evaluation?"

"Yes."

"Alright, please follow me."

Without asking any more questions, she stood and led Han Feng down a long, white corridor.

They arrived at a heavy alloy door.

"Once inside, just follow the prompts from the automated system."

"The entire process will take about fifteen minutes. Please remain calm and focused."

She swiped the door open.

She gestured for Han Feng to enter.

Han Feng stepped inside.

’Time to see what kind of results this Talent of mine—the one belonging to a Transmigrator with a system—can actually produce.’

The room was large.

The walls were covered in black, sound-dampening material.

In the center stood several pieces of what looked to be highly precise equipment.

A middle-aged female instructor in a white lab coat stood beside them.

She was busy recording data and spoke without looking up.

"Place your identification terminal in the slot. We’ll start with the basic Perception test."

Han Feng did as instructed.

The instructor finally glanced up at him, her attitude growing a bit more serious.

"Go stand on the circular platform over there and put on the helmet."

Han Feng walked over to a metal platform on the left side of the room.

A futuristic, full-face helmet slowly descended from above, enveloping his head.

His vision plunged into absolute darkness.

"First test: Energy Perception."

The instructor’s voice came through the headset.

"In a moment, you will see points of light representing Energy appear at random."

"Their position, brightness, and movement trajectory will be completely random."

"Capture them with your mind. The more you catch and the faster you react, the higher your score will be."

"Understood?"

"Understood."

"Begin."

The moment she finished speaking,

in the pitch-black field of view,

three extremely faint white dots suddenly appeared.

With a mere thought,

Han Feng didn’t even need to consciously focus.

His Perception extended like tentacles, instantly enveloping all three.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

After three soft chimes, the white dots vanished.

Immediately after, five more dots appeared, more scattered and even fainter than before.

He got them instantly.

At the monitoring console,

the female instructor watched the data scroll rapidly across the screen, her expression remaining calm.

’Not a bad reaction speed. His Spiritual Power is quite condensed,’ she thought.

’If he’s lucky, he might get a C Level rating.’

She saw plenty of students at this level every year.

One minute later, the difficulty skyrocketed.

Hundreds of dots of light exploded into his field of view!

A massive number of decoys were mixed among them.

The true energy nodes were camouflaged as background noise, moving at high speeds along incredible trajectories!

Han Feng felt a sliver of pressure.

Relying on his ordinary spiritual sense, he was already missing thirty percent of the targets.

’Looks like... it’s time to cheat.’

Han Feng’s eyes narrowed.

Deep within his pupils, a faint golden light quietly emerged.

[Talent: Spiritual Vision—Activated!]

In that instant!

The entire world fractured!

The pitch-black background vanished in a flash.

In its place were countless crisscrossing lines of Energy, as dense as a spider’s web.

To his eyes, the energy nodes that had tried to camouflage themselves were no longer mere dots of light.

They were clearly clusters of blazing torches!

No matter how they moved, the fine, wispy trails of their Energy Flow were seared clearly onto his retinas.

He could even "see" through to the core of the nodes.

He could see their distinctly different internal energy structures!

’The three in the upper left have a Fire Attribute core.’

’The seven in the lower right have loose structures. They’re traps.’

’The one straight ahead is just an energy afterimage.’

In a flash, Han Feng’s Spiritual Power morphed into countless precision scalpels, instantly locking onto every real target!

At the monitoring console,

the instructor, who had been leaning back lazily in her chair, shot upright.

She stared intently at the screen!

On the screen, the green indicator light for "Successful Capture" was no longer just flashing.

Instead, it erupted into a solid, blinding curtain of green light!

One hundred!

Two hundred!

Five hundred!

Capture success rate: 100%!

Reaction time: 0.01 seconds!

"This... How is this possible?!"

She stared at the real-time statistical data in the corner of the screen, which was now flashing a frantic red. Her eyes grew wider and wider, and she forgot to breathe.

"The machine... Did the machine malfunction?!"