High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Han Feng extended a finger.

He lightly flicked the scarred cockpit glass.

"CLANG!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The sound was off.

It didn’t sound like flicking glass at all, more like striking a steel ingot.

He activated [Spiritual Vision].

In his vision, an extremely faint film of Energy covered the glass surface.

It flowed like moonlight, tenacious and reserved.

Though faint, the strength of this weathered, ordinary glass had already been elevated to a new level.

’So that’s how it is...’

Han Feng’s breath caught, and a scorching light erupted in his eyes.

If "Nurturing" was like giving this steel beast a deep-tissue spa treatment...

...then "Rune Construction" was like performing genetic modification surgery on it!

And it was battlefield surgery, effective immediately!

His gaze immediately shifted to the next target.

Rapid Speed!

This basic Rune could instantly push a target’s burst speed to its absolute limit.

Han Feng selected the massive nozzle of the jet’s engine as his target.

With his prior experience, he only failed three times.

A complete "Rapid Speed" Rune was etched deep into the inner wall of the nozzle, like a spiritual brand.

He violently shoved the control stick all the way forward!

The engine let out a thunderous roar!

Just as the fighter jet reached its top speed and the fuselage began to tremble slightly, as if unable to bear the strain...

Han Feng used his Divine Thought to detonate the "Rapid Speed" Rune!

"VROOOOM—!"

An indescribable, terrifying thrust erupted violently from the tail of the aircraft!

The entire plane shot forward like a cannonball freed from all physical constraints!

It instantly tore a visible white vapor cone through the air ahead!

Inside the cockpit, the speedometer needle spun wildly.

It instantly shot past the red zone.

With a crisp "CRACK," the needle snapped right off!

This ferocious power lasted less than two seconds before the Rune dissipated, its Energy exhausted.

But the supreme ecstasy of shattering its fetters and tearing through the sky made Han Feng’s very soul tremble.

’This is a true, devilish fusion of technology and the immortal Dao!’

The instantaneous, extreme burst of thrust made Han Feng’s mind go blank for a moment.

He felt like he wasn’t flying a plane.

He was commanding a Flying Sword that had been granted a Divine Technique!

Breaking free of its bonds, soaring through the heavens!

This feeling was ten thousand times more exquisite than the thrill of any high-G maneuver!

"So... this is true Sword Control..."

Han Feng muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with a near-maniacal light.

Before, he had only treated the plane as a hunk of flying iron, using his Qi Blood to forcefully wrench its attitude—that was just brute force.

Now, he saw a completely new path to the heavens.

Through "Nurturing," he could make this hunk of iron "one with his will."

Through "Runes," he could grant this hunk of iron a heaven-defying "Divine Technique" it never possessed!

The massive repository of knowledge poured into his mind from the [Rune Array Basics] Empowerment felt like an ignited powder keg.

At his current level of Rune tracing, he still lacked the ability to construct complex Arrays.

But basic Runes? He could create them with ease!

Besides "Solid" and "Rapid Speed," there was one more basic Rune.

It was the most fundamental and fanatically pursued goal of every Sword Cultivator.

Sharpness!

Han Feng’s gaze instantly locked onto the 30mm Machine Cannon mounted under the Hunting Falcon’s wing.

"Sword Qi Release" involved attaching his power to the bullets.

’What if he directly enhanced the cannon itself?’

He immediately mobilized a stream of pure Qi Blood, his Spiritual Power highly focused.

He began to trace the complex and esoteric "Sharpness" Rune on the inner wall of the cold cannon muzzle.

The structure of this Rune was more than twice as complex as "Solid."

His Qi Blood Power, like the finest strand of spider silk, moved swiftly along the inner wall of the cannon barrel under the control of his Spiritual Power.

The first time, he got one-third of the way through before his Qi Blood spun out of control and instantly disintegrated.

"PFFT."

A stuffiness tightened in Han Feng’s chest, as if he had taken an invisible punch. Fifty points of Qi Blood evaporated without a trace.

’Again!’

He refused to be beaten.

The second time, he was halfway done when the Energy output at a critical node was slightly too high, causing the entire Rune structure to collapse instantly.

His Qi Blood vanished into nothingness once more.

"Damn it, this thing is harder than the last question on the college entrance exam’s math test," Han Feng couldn’t help but complain.

The work was too delicate. The required control over his Spiritual Power and Energy was simply insane.

So, he simply activated [Spiritual Vision] again.

In his Spiritual Vision, the flow of Energy became clearly visible.

He could see with precision where the Energy in the Rune he was constructing was unstable and where the structure was flawed.

It was like performing microsurgery with an X-ray hack.

’Ah, so it’s this part... The Energy at this turning point should be a bit gentler.’

With the help of [Spiritual Vision], his progress advanced by leaps and bounds.

After seven or eight consecutive failures and consuming nearly four hundred points of Qi Blood...

When the final stroke was complete.

The miniature "Sharpness" Rune, formed from Qi Blood Power, flashed brightly on the inner wall of the muzzle before sinking into the metal and vanishing from sight.

[Ding! You have successfully constructed the ’Sharpness’ Rune.]

[Rune Construction (Entry Level) Skill Proficiency +3]

’Success!’

Han Feng let out a long breath, a needle-like fatigue pricking at his mind.

Inscribing this single Rune had consumed more than half of his Qi Blood and almost completely depleted his Spiritual Power.

But looking at the unremarkable cannon muzzle, his eyes filled with a beast-like anticipation.

’I need to find something to test its power on.’

He couldn’t just fire randomly into the sky.

Han Feng maneuvered the "Hunting Falcon" to a lower altitude, circling above the Airplane Graveyard.

He immediately spotted a particularly conspicuous chunk of metal amidst the mountain of scrap below.

It looked like the frontal Armor from a scrapped heavy armored vehicle, thick as the corner of a city wall.

"Uncle Sun, Uncle Sun, come in, over."

Han Feng opened a short-range comms link with the ground.

"...Spit it out."

Uncle Sun’s listless voice came through, hoarse with the grogginess of someone just woken up.

"Uncle, I want to test the Machine Cannon. See that biggest hunk of iron in your scrapyard? I want to test it on that. I’ll pay for any damage."

The other end of the line went silent for a few seconds.

"What are you, crazy, kid? That’s a T-7 composite armor plate. A thirty-millimeter Armor-Piercing Bullet won’t even leave a white mark on it."

Uncle Sun’s voice was tinged with the irritation of being woken up and deep suspicion.

"I just want to get a feel for it. Name your price."

Han Feng was direct.

"...Fine, it’s just scrap anyway. Five hundred Contribution Points, and you can make some noise."

Uncle Sun agreed.

"Deal."

Han Feng closed the comms and adjusted the plane for the optimal dive-and-shoot angle.

He didn’t use "Sword Qi Release."

He simply loaded a standard high-explosive Armor-Piercing Bullet, worth fifty Contribution Points.

’Now!’

The instant he pulled the trigger, he brazenly used his Spiritual Power to detonate the "Sharpness" Rune he had inscribed on the muzzle!

"VMMM!"

An invisible, supremely sharp aura instantly enveloped the entire cannon barrel!

In his [Spiritual Vision], the surface of the Armor-Piercing Bullet that had just left the muzzle seemed to be coated in an invisible, high-frequency vibrating edge of Energy!

There was no earth-shattering roar.

As the bullet tore through the air, the sound it made was, contrary to expectation, extremely sharp and faint.

It was as if Space itself had been sliced open by a tiny incision.

The next second.

On the ground far below, the half-meter-thick composite armor plate shuddered violently.

No explosion.

No flash of fire.

A fist-sized hole silently appeared in the very center of the armor plate.

The edges of the hole weren’t rough and torn.

Instead, they were incredibly smooth, glowing a strange, slowly cooling dark red from the extreme heat.

As if it had been precisely cut by a laser.

The bullet continued unabated, burrowing deep into the earth behind the plate and leaving a bottomless black hole.

Han Feng watched the clean hole through the optical zoom of the onboard camera, his heart pounding wildly.

’This power...’

’This isn’t a fucking Armor-Piercing Bullet anymore!’

’This is a point-blank shot from a Spiritual Energy Rail Cannon!’

「On the ground, next to the wicker chair.」

The teacup Uncle Sun had just raised to his lips froze in mid-air.

His cloudy old eyes were fixed on the distant armor plate, his mouth falling open bit by bit, the wrinkles on his face twisting in utter shock.

"CRASH!"

The teacup slipped from his trembling hand and shattered on the ground.

Han Feng began to do some quick calculations.

Inscribing one "Sharpness" Rune consumed four hundred points of Qi Blood and nearly exhausted his Spiritual Power.

Converted into Middle Tier Recovery Potions, the cost was four hundred fifty Contribution Points.

Add the fifty points for the bullet itself.

One shot, a total cost of five hundred Contribution Points.

Exactly the same as Uncle Sun’s "noise-making fee."

’It’s ridiculously expensive, but the effect... is fucking insane...’

This was definitely an ultimate trump card, capable of settling a battle in a single strike!

Moreover, he suddenly thought of a more crucial, and more terrifying, possibility.

"Sword Qi Release" was the "Dao," a Technique for applying his own Energy.

And this "Sharpness" Rune was the "instrument," a temporary enhancement to the weapon itself.

’One is the software, the other is the hardware!’

’So if...’

’If I used Sword Qi Release infused with "Spiral Force," and fired it through this cannon muzzle enhanced with the "Sharpness" Rune...’

’A dual enhancement of Daoist Technique and sharpened instrument!’

’The power...’

Just thinking about it made Han Feng’s blood boil with excitement.

’Even the Protective Gang Qi that a Tier Three Grandmaster prides themselves on would probably be pierced by a single shot from me!’