High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The night passed peacefully.

The next morning, Han Feng’s terminal received a notification.

The meeting point had changed. It wasn’t a classroom, but the five-hundred-meter-tall anti-air watchtower from yesterday.

When Han Feng arrived, the platform at the top of the tower was already crowded with people.

Unlike the uniform, standard-issue equipment from yesterday, today’s gathering looked like a small, private wingsuit exhibition.

The wealthier students had all switched to their own gear, which came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, shimmering with various lights.

The A Level Students in the Meridian Passage Realm were all equipped with Tier Two Spiritual Energy Power Wingsuits.

Their frames were engraved with complex runes, and the wing membranes glowed with an energetic sheen in the morning light. Every single one was absurdly expensive.

Among the B Level Students, most had also switched to Tier One Spiritual Energy Power Wingsuits, with only a few exceptions.

Han Feng’s gaze swept across the crowd and was immediately drawn to the most conspicuous person there.

Gu Yun.

The guy had changed into a brand-new, pure-white flight suit today.

His chest was emblazoned with a cartoon image of a silver-haired girl holding a longsword, drawn in a rather delicate style.

The wingsuit on his back was even more exaggerated.

It was a streamlined, red-and-white wingsuit that radiated a sense of power.

The most ostentatious part was the giant wing membrane, which was airbrushed with the same silver-haired girl from his flight suit.

The artwork was incredibly detailed and lifelike; even the highlights in the girl’s eyes were painted on.

"What do you think, Han Feng?"

Gu Yun, noticing Han Feng looking at him, strode over smugly and patted his wingsuit to show it off.

"My wife, the ’Scarlet Blade’!"

"Tier Two Lower Grade, the latest model from the Celestial Craft Group!"

"Its wing membrane’s drag coefficient alone is twelve percent lower than the standard-issue model!"

"The frame also has a built-in miniature Wind Rune Array, boosting gliding acceleration by fifteen percent!"

He looked the "Ghost Bat" that Han Feng had taken out of his storage pouch up and down, then pursed his lips.

"What model is that ugly black lump of metal?"

"Military surplus?"

"It looks way too ugly."

"Let me tell you, performance is temporary, but style is forever!"

Han Feng ignored his cringey declaration and calmly began to put on his wingsuit.

After getting this "Ghost Bat," he’d had Gao Fei take it to Uncle Long last night for tuning and camouflage.

Its current appearance made it look like a common black market item, completely unremarkable.

Wang Meng chuckled good-naturedly from the side.

"Gu Yun, you punk, stop showing off. Be careful you’re not the first one to fall."

"Han Feng, your wingsuit looks really sturdy."

"It’s alright."

Han Feng fastened the last buckle and stretched his body a bit.

On the system panel, a familiar prompt had already appeared.

[Lower Grade Magical Flying Sword ’Ghost Bat - Modified’ detected. Establish Spiritual Link?]

[Yes.]

A sense of control that permeated his very bones washed over him instantly.

The wingsuit was no longer a foreign object, but an extension of his own body.

He could clearly feel faint Spiritual Energy Paths within the "Ghost Bat," inside the frame made from the powdered spine of a Shadow Leopard.

Although they were faint, they were enough to handle the immense Qi Blood of his Body Tempering Tenth Layer.

Just then, Qin Yueyao, dressed in a tight-fitting black uniform, appeared before the crowd.

Her gaze swept across the group, sharp as a knife.

"It seems you are all ready."

"Yesterday was just a warm-up."

"Since everyone has passed the fundamentals, today, we’re going to do something a little more exciting."

She pointed past the edge of the tower roof to the dozens of fist-sized black drones hovering in the air.

"Today’s training exercise is obstacle-avoidance speed descent."

There wasn’t a trace of emotion in Qin Yueyao’s voice.

"The rules are simple. You will jump from here. During your descent, a drone will be assigned to interfere with you."

"Its target is your wingsuit. The moment a drone touches your wingsuit, you will fail the assessment immediately."

Her voice turned cold.

"Because in a Secret Realm, any damage to your wingsuit means death."

"I need you to carve this concept into your very bones."

"The final objective is to land within a five-meter-diameter circular area on the ground."

"There are two criteria for evaluation."

"First, you must land inside the circle. Otherwise, your score is invalid."

"Second, provided you land inside the circle, the shorter your time, the higher your score."

"Completing it within one minute is considered a pass."

The moment she said this, the expressions of many students changed instantly.

From a height of five hundred meters, a normal wingsuit descent would only take thirty to forty seconds.

But adding interference from a high-speed AI drone, plus the requirement to land precisely within a minute, raised the difficulty by several levels.

"For now, free practice."

"The official assessment will be at two in the afternoon."

"Dismissed!"

The moment Qin Yueyao finished speaking, a few bold students immediately began to try.

A B Level Student was the first to charge out.

He had just deployed his wingsuit when a drone closed in on him.

The drone frantically changed direction about three meters in front of him, relentlessly blocking his flight path.

The student was clearly inexperienced. He flailed about trying to dodge, and his speed was severely affected.

He finally managed to evade it, but when he landed, he was more than ten meters off from the circle.

"Next!"

The students took turns trying, but the results were disastrous.

Most of them couldn’t control their landing spots because they were focused on dodging the interference.

A few unlucky ones made a misjudgment and their wingsuits were lightly grazed by the drone’s protective shield.

An electronic voice immediately announced "Failure" in their ears.

For a moment, the top of the tower was filled with complaints.

"This is too hard!"

"This drone is like a ghost! There’s no way to predict its movements!"

"Yeah, when you slow down, it slows down. When you speed up, it blocks your path. How are we supposed to do this?"

Gu Yun watched for a while, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"A bunch of noobs. Watch me!"

He walked to the edge of the platform and raised an eyebrow at Han Feng.

"Han Feng, watch closely. I’ll let you witness the true power of my wife, the ’Scarlet Blade’!"

With that, he leaped off.

In midair, Gu Yun’s red-and-white wingsuit cut a brilliant arc through the sky.

A drone immediately latched onto him.

"You little thing, trying to touch my wife? You’re courting death!"

Gu Yun shouted, and the frame on his back suddenly began to glow faintly.

His speed abruptly increased. With a beautiful barrel roll, he instantly put distance between himself and the drone.

Then, he adjusted his posture and shot like an arrow, heading precisely for the center of the circle on the ground.

The airflow surged as Gu Yun landed steadily inside the circle with a stylish pose.

The timer on his wrist let out a soft BEEP.

[Time: 48 seconds.]

"Beautiful! As expected of Young Master Gu!"

"That ’Scarlet Blade’ is insane! The acceleration boost is so fast!"

A wave of astonished cries rose from the ground.

Of course, there were also some who muttered disdainfully under their breath.

"Tch, isn’t he just relying on good equipment? With that wingsuit, I could get that time too."

Gu Yun paid no mind to these discussions, smugly retracting his wingsuit.

He looked up at the five-hundred-meter-tall watchtower, his gaze locking precisely onto Han Feng, the corners of his mouth lifting in a provocative curve.

Up on the tower, Wang Meng said to Han Feng with envy,

"That guy is just burning money."

"But the performance of his wingsuit is genuinely good. It’s considered top-tier among Tier Two models."

"Let’s not compare ourselves to him. We just need to do our best." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Han Feng smiled.

"Yeah, I know."

Zhang Hao, the captain of the Sharp Sword Club, had walked over at some point, his voice steady.

"Wang Meng is right. The wingsuit is just a tool. In the end, it all comes down to personal skill."

"Arriving safely at the destination is more important than anything."

After speaking, he jumped off calmly, without any superfluous movements.

In the air, his flight posture wasn’t as flashy as Gu Yun’s, but it possessed a machine-like precision and coldness.

Faced with the drone’s interference, he always managed to dodge with the smallest possible movements—clean, efficient, and without a single wasted motion.

Powered by his Inner Qi, his Tier Two wingsuit’s rune arrays were fully activated, and there were barely any ripples from air resistance visible on the surface of its wing membrane.

In the end, he dove down almost vertically.

He only deployed his wingsuit to decelerate when he was a few dozen meters from the ground, landing steadily.

The timer stopped.

[Time: 25 seconds.]

The entire area fell silent for a moment, then erupted in even greater cries of astonishment.

That time was even faster than a speed descent without any interference!

"As expected of Captain Zhang Hao!"

"Now that’s real skill!"

Just as the members of the Sharp Sword Club were cheering, a soft snort came from the other side of the tower roof.

"Hmph, is that all?"

Han Feng followed the sound and saw a few young people gathered together, all wearing uniform flight suits.

The wingsuits they wore were completely different from the others, full of biomimetic design elements.

The materials of the frames and wing membranes had the unique luster of Demon Beast Materials.

[Spiritual Vision] activated.

Han Feng could see more clearly.

The core frames of those wingsuits had a dense, unwavering energy glow. They were at least mid-to-upper grade Tier Two, and their attributes were all pure Wind Element.

"It’s the people from the Celestial Wings Society."

Wang Meng pursed his lips.

"A bunch of arrogant pricks. They look down on everyone just because they have good gear."

The Celestial Wings Society was the top-tier flight club at East Sea Martial Arts University.

Its members were all either rich or influential, and they all used top-of-the-line, custom-made equipment.

The young man in the lead was named Sun Rui, the vice president of the Celestial Wings Society, an A Level Student, and a Meridian Passage Realm expert.

His expression was indifferent, as if Zhang Hao’s time wasn’t even worth his notice.

The young man next to him, Sun Hao, who bore a slight resemblance to him, was even more arrogant.

"Bro, let me go! I’ll definitely be faster than him!"

Sun Hao said, unconvinced.

Sun Rui said flatly,

"Go on. Don’t disgrace the Celestial Wings Society."

"Don’t worry!"

Sun Hao smiled confidently. His wingsuit was the Tier Two Upper Grade "Cyan Simurgh," custom-made for him by Sun Rui.

Sun Hao leaped down, his figure nimble and agile.