High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"I’ll go first."

Lin Xiao straightened his cuffs and walked forward confidently.

He ignored the standard-issue swords and sabers, instead walking to the weapon rack and pulling out a two-meter-long alloy staff.

The staff’s body was pitch-black, with silver-white metal bands capping both ends.

"VMMM!"

Lin Xiao flicked his wrist, and the long staff let out a piercing whistle as it cut through the air.

"What arm strength!"

Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but cheer.

Wang Zongping nodded slightly, signaling the start of the assessment.

At his command, the stationary Alloy Puppet’s eyes flashed red.

Its heavy metal feet stomped on the ground, and it rushed toward Lin Xiao with a gust of wind.

Its speed was immense, not at all like a hunk of iron.

Lin Xiao didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, his footwork shifting as his figure became elusive.

Just as the puppet’s heavy fist came smashing down, he ducked, precisely striking the puppet’s knee joint with his staff.

"CLANG!"

Sparks flew.

The puppet’s body tilted, and Lin Xiao used the momentum to launch himself into the air.

He swung the long staff in a full circle, bringing it down hard on the back of the puppet’s neck with a whoosh.

This series of movements was as fluid as flowing water, a clear sign he had been taught by a master.

The rest of the fight became Lin Xiao’s personal showcase.

He used the long staff’s range advantage to constantly move around, each strike landing precisely on the puppet’s weak joints.

"Twenty-ninth move."

Lin Xiao let out a soft shout, his body suddenly accelerating.

The long staff in his hand became a black shadow, viciously stabbing into the power transmission lines under the puppet’s armpit.

ZZZT—

The puppet’s movements froze. The red light in its eyes flickered a few times before dying out completely.

"Pass!"

"Time: two minutes and forty seconds. No injuries."

Wang Zongping looked at the timer in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

"His Body Technique is fluid, and his Power flows unobstructed."

"Although he’s not as brutishly strong as some, *this* is how a Martial Artist should fight."

Lin Xiao retracted his staff and stood tall. He was slightly out of breath, but the pride on his face was undiminished.

He casually tossed the staff back onto the weapon rack. As he turned, his gaze swept over Han Feng, who was in the corner.

His eyes seemed to say: ’Having nothing but brute force is just reckless courage.’

’True Martial Arts is a combination of skill and wisdom.’

A few more students went up next.

But the T-800 was clearly not that easy to deal with.

One student chose a thick-backed broadsaber, only to leave a white mark on the alloy armor, the recoil making the web of his thumb bleed.

Another chose a shield, hoping to just endure for three minutes, but was sent flying by one of the puppet’s punches and almost threw up his breakfast.

There was even an unlucky fellow whose Body Technique was so poor that the puppet grabbed his ankle and smashed him against the ground twice. In the end, Wang Zongping had to step in to save him.

After this round, the pass rate was surprisingly less than thirty percent.

"Next, Han Feng."

Wang Zongping called out the name.

All eyes in the hall focused on him once more.

Han Feng dusted off his sleeves and slowly walked to the weapon rack.

His gaze swept over the rows of gleaming sabers, spears, swords, and halberds.

’Too light.’

’Too flimsy.’

’The feel is all wrong.’

For someone used to piloting mechs weighing dozens of tons, these so-called weapons were as light as children’s toys.

His gaze finally landed on the bottom shelf of the weapon rack.

Several black gun cases were placed there.

Han Feng reached out and picked up a basic "K-19" model tactical pistol.

This was the standard issue for the City Guard—simple in structure, tough, and durable.

Its only drawback was its low power. It used standard 9mm live ammunition and had limited Penetration Power.

"CLICK-CLACK."

Han Feng skillfully pulled back the slide, checked the magazine, and chambered a round.

The movements were crisp and efficient, possessing a cold, mechanical beauty.

"He chose a gun?"

A wave of suppressed snickers spread through the crowd.

"Did this guy fix too many planes and fry his brain? That’s a T-800 Alloy Puppet!"

"This is killing me. He doesn’t think this is target practice, does he?"

"That thing’s armor is two centimeters thick. What’s the difference between shooting it with a police pistol and tickling it?"

Lin Xiao gave a cold smile, crossing his arms as he prepared to watch the farce.

In his opinion, firearms were acceptable for dealing with Low Tier Demon Beasts.

But against a war puppet made entirely of alloy, it was just asking for humiliation.

’Trying to break its defense with a gun?’

’Unless you could accurately hit the exact same spot with at least five bullets while moving at high speed, exploiting the metal fatigue effect.’

’But what kind of terrifying Body Technique and eyesight would that require?’

’The puppet’s fists won’t give you a chance to aim at your leisure.’

"Han Feng, are you sure?"

Wang Zongping’s brows were tightly furrowed as he offered a reminder.

"You’re allowed to change your weapon once during the combat assessment."

"This type of pistol has very poor Destructive Power. I don’t recommend you use it."

"No need to change. This one feels right."

Han Feng casually weighed the gun in his hand and walked into the assessment area.

As the iron cage closed, the T-800 opposite him lit up its red lights again.

"BOOM!"

With no probing attacks, the alloy floor beneath the puppet’s feet suddenly caved in.

Its massive body charged straight at Han Feng, accompanied by a piercing shriek of displaced air.

Its momentum was even more ferocious and violent than when it faced Lin Xiao!

The spectating students held their breath subconsciously.

Many had already begun to imagine the bloody scene of Han Feng being smashed into a meat paste by a single punch.

And yet, Han Feng stood perfectly still in the center of the arena.

He neither weaved and dodged like Lin Xiao, nor did he assume any defensive stance.

He simply raised his right hand, the dark muzzle of the gun pointed silently forward.

At this moment, the Sword Bone inside his body trembled slightly.

A stream of Qi Blood Power, condensed to its absolute limit, frantically poured through the meridians of his arm and into the bullet in the chamber.

Mastery Level·Sword Qi Release.

Spiral Force!

In that tenth of a second, the bullet’s internal metal structure seemed to groan, on the verge of being torn apart by this terrifying power that did not belong to it!

BANG!

A single shot was fired.

The sound wasn’t loud; it was even a bit muffled, like a suppressed cough.

But everyone witnessed a scene that was enough to overturn their understanding of Martial Arts.

The T-800, which had been charging at high speed, had its head violently snap back.

It was as if it had been struck hard by an invisible Giant Hammer.

Its massive body continued to slide forward for several meters due to inertia.

Finally, less than half a meter away from Han Feng, it fell straight to its knees with a "THUD".

Then it went still.

The entire training hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone’s mouths were agape, their eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

’It’s over?’

’Just like that... it’s over?’

The cold smile on Lin Xiao’s face froze instantly, replaced by utter, incredulous shock.

"He cheated!"

In the crowd, one of Lin Xiao’s followers finally snapped out of his stupor and shrieked.

"He definitely cheated!"

"How could a police pistol possibly take down a T-800 in one shot?"

"He must have modified the weapon in private and used armor-piercing explosive rounds!"

As soon as he said this, a chorus of agreement erupted.

Yes, that had to be it!

Otherwise, there was no way to explain what had just happened!

The guy who had been striking sparks with his broadsaber earlier was now the picture of disbelief.

Wang Zongping’s expression was terrifyingly grim as he strode quickly into the arena.

He first glanced at the gun in Han Feng’s hand, then walked over to the paralyzed puppet.

In the center of the puppet’s forehead was a round hole, about the width of a finger.

Wang Zongping reached out, his fingertip lightly tracing the edge of the bullet hole.

There were no signs of an explosion.

There was no roughness from torn metal.

The hole was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been drilled by the most precise Spiritual Energy Cutting Device.

And...

Wang Zongping’s pupils contracted sharply.

The metal around the bullet hole displayed a strange, spiraling pattern that collapsed inward.

Those were marks left only when something was pierced by an unimaginable Penetration Power and rotational force!

’This isn’t kinetic energy from gunpowder at all!’

’This is the pure application of Energy, condensed to its absolute limit!’

"Give me the gun."

Wang Zongping turned, his voice hoarse as he held out his hand to Han Feng.

Han Feng shrugged, handed over the gun, and even removed the magazine as he did so.

Wang Zongping took the gun and inspected it, confirming it was a standard-issue weapon.

He then ejected a bullet from the magazine.

A standard lead-core, brass-jacketed bullet.

"How did you do it?"

Wang Zongping looked up, his gaze burning as he stared at Han Feng as if looking at a monster.

"Just a little trick for applying Qi Blood."

Han Feng’s reply was casual.

"Compress the Qi Blood, make it spin, and attach it to the bullet."

As he spoke, he casually took a coin from his pocket and flicked it with his thumb.

"VMMMM!"

The coin let out a sharp whistle as it flew through the air, slicing directly into a nearby alloy training post, embedding itself deep within!