High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The color of Sun Hao’s face shifted from ashen to pale, then from pale to a thunderous black. It was quite a spectacle.

He stared fixedly at the "30 seconds" on the timer, as if trying to burn a hole through it with his gaze.

His prized "Cyan Simurgh" Wingsuit.

His Meridian Passage Realm Cultivation.

In front of his opponent, they had all become a joke.

The murmurs from the crowd made him want to crawl into a hole.

"A B Level with garbage equipment just put up a time worthy of an A Level elite?"

"That Wingsuit has zero Spiritual Power signature. He flew purely on physical strength and technique! What a monster!"

Meanwhile, the Sharp Sword Club was ecstatic.

"Han Feng is incredible!"

Wang Meng excitedly pounded his own chest.

Gu Yun leaped to his feet.

He shouted over at the Celestial Wings Society.

"Did you hear that?!"

"Our Sharp Sword Club relies on skill!"

"Unlike some people, who only know how to rely on equipment!"

Sun Hao trembled with rage, unable to utter a single word.

Just then, the vice-president of the Celestial Wings Society, Sun Rui, walked over.

He ignored the clamoring Gu Yun.

Nor did he look at his own brother.

Instead, he walked straight up to Zhang Hao, the captain of the Sharp Sword Club.

His expression was unreadable as he looked calmly at Zhang Hao.

"Zhang Hao, your Sharp Sword Club is truly teeming with talent."

With a calm and composed smile, Zhang Hao replied.

"You’re too kind, Senior Sun. Han Feng just got lucky. It was a fluke."

"We still have a long way to go to match the depth of your society."

Sun Rui gave Zhang Hao a long, hard look.

His gaze then shifted to Han Feng at the top of the tower, a hint of probing curiosity in his eyes.

"Luck is a component of strength."

"It seems the trip to Suspended Mountain will be very interesting."

With that, he said no more and turned to walk toward his crestfallen brother.

He patted Sun Hao’s shoulder, his voice flat.

"You lost?"

Sun Hao gritted his teeth, his face a mask of indignation.

"Brother, I..."

"There’s nothing to be indignant about."

Sun Rui interrupted him.

"There’s always someone better out there."

"You’ve been relying on our family’s resources and the path I’ve paved for you. It’s been too long since you’ve tasted defeat."

"This lesson today is a good thing for you."

Sun Hao’s head snapped up.

"But he’s just a B Level! And he was using junk!"

"That’s what makes him so frightening."

Sun Rui’s tone grew a bit more solemn.

"This shows that his Talent is far above yours."

"However..."

His tone shifted.

"He was only three seconds faster than you."

"This was your first time using the ’Cyan Simurgh,’ and you’re not yet proficient with it."

"In this afternoon’s assessment, if you just perform as you should, you can break 30 seconds. It’s not impossible to catch up to him, or even surpass him."

Hearing his brother’s final words of encouragement, the fighting spirit in Sun Hao’s eyes rekindled.

"I understand, brother! In the assessment this afternoon, I’ll definitely surpass him!"

After a short lunch break, the official assessment began at two in the afternoon.

Instructor Qin Yueyao announced the detailed scoring criteria.

"Obstacle Avoidance Speed Descent. To pass, you must land in the designated zone within one minute."

"Under fifty seconds is good."

"Under forty seconds is excellent."

"Under thirty seconds is exceptional."

"If you can break twenty seconds, you get one extra point for every second faster."

Her icy gaze swept over the crowd. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This afternoon, the drones’ reaction speed will be ten percent faster than this morning’s."

"Now, begin!"

The students went up for the assessment one by one, their results generally a bit worse than in the morning.

Soon, it was Sun Hao’s turn.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determined fighting spirit, and leaped.

This time, he flew even more desperately than in the morning.

He poured in his Inner Qi without reservation, his entire body nearly transforming into a streak of cyan light.

Finally, he landed just barely inside the designated circle.

The timer froze.

Time: 31 seconds.

Although it was only two seconds faster than the morning, he had successfully broken his own limit.

The members of the Celestial Wings Society immediately burst into cheers.

Sun Hao shot a smug, provocative look at Han Feng, who was next.

It was Han Feng’s turn.

With his usual calm expression, he leaped into the air.

Facing the faster-reacting drones, Han Feng didn’t dodge or evade, but instead actively met them head-on.

At the moment of imminent collision, the airflow beneath him shifted.

Like a weightless feather, his entire body twisted into an unnatural angle, grazing past the side of the drone.

Empowered by his [Sword Control Technique], it was as if he could predict the drone’s every move.

On the ground, everyone held their breath.

All eyes were on the black-clad figure as he carved one smooth, dark arc after another through the sky.

There was no wasted motion, yet he moved with a speed that dazzled the eye.

In the end, he executed the same beautiful U-shaped maneuver to bleed off his momentum and landed lightly.

Time: 28 seconds.

Still three seconds faster than Sun Hao.

No more, no less. Those three seconds felt like an insurmountable mountain, crushing Sun Hao to the point where he could barely breathe.

Qin Yueyao noted Han Feng’s time on her clipboard, adding a score of "8" beside it.

Soon, the assessment was over.

Qin Yueyao announced.

"Today’s training is now over."

"Tomorrow’s training exercise: Power Ascent."

"The day after tomorrow: Power Gliding."

"The assessment criteria remain the same."

Qin Yueyao’s voice sent a chill through everyone’s hearts.

"This training will last for half a month, with one assessment per day. The difficulty will gradually increase."

"For the final graduation assessment, you will have to face the interference of three drones simultaneously."

Three drones!

The entire field was in an uproar, and many faces turned pale.

Qin Yueyao’s expression was stern.

"The dangers of flying in a Secret Realm are ten times more terrifying than three drones."

"Now, you are dismissed."

"If you want to stay alive, you’d better use your own time to practice."

Over the next two days, the training exercises changed to Power Ascent and Power Gliding.

These two events tested the students’ explosive power and endurance.

The performance requirements for the Wingsuit itself were not as high as for the speed descent.

This gave the simmering Sun Hao a glimmer of hope.

His Cultivation was on the verge of the Meridian Passage Realm, and his Qi Blood had already transformed into Inner Qi.

His explosive power far surpassed that of someone at the tenth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

He was confident he could redeem himself in this event.

However, reality once again dealt him a heavy blow.

The Power Ascent assessment.

Sun Hao gave it his all, unleashing his Inner Qi to its absolute limit.

Paired with his "Cyan Simurgh" Wingsuit, he flew to a height of 128 meters, earning an "excellent" rating.

When it was Han Feng’s turn, everyone thought he would be limited by his equipment and Cultivation.

Instead, at the very moment of takeoff, Han Feng’s Qi Blood surged violently!

He activated his [Sword Control Technique]!

He shot upward as if flung by a great, invisible hand, faster than a cannonball!

During his ascent, he even used his [Spiritual Vision] to constantly adjust his posture.

Taking advantage of every faint wisp of airflow, he maximized his lift to the absolute limit.

In the end, his final height was 135 meters!

Exceptional!

The result of the Power Gliding assessment was no different.

Sun Hao glided for an excellent distance of 1350 meters.

Meanwhile, Han Feng, continuously empowered by his [Sword Control Technique], seemed tireless, pushing himself to glide an exceptional 1500 meters!

For three consecutive assessments, Sun Hao was completely crushed by Han Feng in every aspect.

The once proud and complacent genius of the Celestial Wings Society completely shut down.

He sat alone in a corner, staring at his expensive "Cyan Simurgh" Wingsuit with empty eyes.

Sun Rui walked over to him and handed him a bottle of water.

"Finally see how vast the world truly is?"

Sun Hao didn’t take the water. He kept his head down, his voice hoarse.

"Brother... am I useless?"

"You’re not useless, just too arrogant."

Sun Rui sat down beside him.

"You’ve always thought you were the best, just because you had our family’s resources and my reputation to lean on."

"But you forgot, the one thing this world doesn’t lack is geniuses."

He pointed to Han Feng in the distance, who was laughing and talking with Wang Meng and the others.

"Encountering someone like him is a good thing for you."

Sun Rui’s tone was calm, but each word was like a needle piercing Sun Hao’s heart.

"Treat him as your goal. Chase him, surpass him."

"That’s much more useful than wallowing in meaningless flattery."

Sun Hao was silent for a long time before finally raising his head.

Though confusion still lingered in his eyes, there was now a trace of clarity.

"I understand, brother."

A few days later, after the day’s training ended, Han Feng returned to the Spirit Gathering Quiet Chamber in his B Level apartment, preparing to begin his Cultivation.

His terminal suddenly vibrated.

It was a message from Gao Fei.

"Brother Feng! The goods have all been sold! And that black card has been cracked!"