High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

A rustling came from behind.

Wang Meng stretched, his joints letting out a series of crackles and pops.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Han Feng staring thoughtfully at the Longsword in his hand.

"Fengzi, meditating on the Dao so early in the morning?"

"Give the rest of us a break, will you?"

"If you’re awake, get ready to work."

Zhang Hao’s voice came from the other side.

He had already organized all his gear and was making final markings on an electronic map.

Everyone quickly gathered around.

After a simple wash-up and swallowing some compressed rations, Zhang Hao’s finger tapped on an isolated area in the northwest corner of the map.

"Isolated Island-04."

"This spot is three thousand five hundred meters from the nearest island, with no stopping points in between."

Zhang Hao looked up at Han Feng, his gaze holding a hint of a question.

"Normal people can’t cross a gap like that, so the resources there are usually the best preserved."

"We’ll have to trouble you for this one."

A chasm of three thousand five hundred meters.

Yesterday, this proposal would never have even crossed Zhang Hao’s mind.

But now, all eyes were gathered on the team’s strongest ’cheat’.

"No problem."

Han Feng put away his Longsword, his agreement crisp and clean.

When they walked out of the stone house, the flow of people in the Wind Eye Market had already grown.

Han Feng didn’t delay. He put on his "Ghost Bat·Modified" Wingsuit and walked toward the launch platform at the edge of the market.

The rules here were simple: once you left the range of the market’s Energy Shield, you were responsible for your own life and death.

Han Feng stood on the edge of the cliff and leaped.

WHOOSH—

The wild wind instantly filled the Wingsuit’s wide Wing Membrane.

He skillfully adjusted his posture, his entire body like a silent black shadow, gliding into the void.

Just then, a thought struck him.

’Could I apply the Sword Control Technique to pilot this Wingsuit?’

The moment the thought emerged, he could no longer suppress it.

Han Feng activated the brand-new Dao Vein in his right arm.

Silvery-white Sword Essence surged out in an instant, like a river bursting its banks.

It flowed along his points of contact with the Wingsuit, pouring unimpeded into the Wingsuit’s Dragon Bone frame and Rune Circuits!

BUZZ!

An indescribable sense of connection instantly seized all of Han Feng’s focus.

If controlling the Longsword before felt like trying to scratch an itch through a thick cotton glove...

...then right now, this "Ghost Bat·Modified" that had been with him for so long felt as if it had instantly come to life.

It had become an extension of his own body—his skin, bones, and muscles!

He no longer needed to consciously adjust his posture, no longer needed to calculate wind resistance and airflow.

He just wanted to go fast.

The instant the thought arose, the Runes on the Wingsuit’s surface flared with a blinding silver light.

A powerful G-force pressed him firmly against the Wingsuit.

It was as if he had completely broken free from the shackles of gravity!

"This feeling..."

Han Feng was shaken.

’This is the true Sword Control Technique!’

He executed an incredibly tight-radius turn in mid-air.

The wingtip practically grazed a piece of floating rubble as it passed.

The precision was down to the millimeter.

"Awesome!"

Han Feng couldn’t help but let out a low cry.

However, he also keenly sensed that in this state of "Human-Machine Unity," the Sword Essence and Spiritual Power in his body were being consumed at an exaggerated rate.

In just a few minutes, he had already burned through a tenth of his Sword Essence reserves.

’Incredible burst power, but not suitable for long-distance cruising.’

Han Feng quickly made his assessment.

’It’s no problem for crossing those three-thousand-plus meters, but if I need to carry people, I’d better find some free labor.’

He withdrew his Sword Essence and returned to a standard gliding posture.

But his gaze sharpened like a falcon’s as he began to search the airspace below for suitable prey.

Soon, an "Iron-Feathered Vulture" with a wingspan of nearly seven meters entered his field of vision.

This Tier One Peak raptor was circling above a small island, looking for its breakfast.

Its feathers, which looked as if they were forged from steel, glinted with a cold, metallic luster in the sunlight, giving it a majestic air.

But in Han Feng’s eyes now, it was nothing more than a flying bus without a navigation system.

"You’re the one."

Han Feng adjusted his posture and activated his Sword Essence once more.

SWISH!

He didn’t dive to use gravity but instead accelerated a second time while in level flight.

He transformed into a swift black shadow, moving so fast that not even an afterimage could be seen.

The Iron-Feathered Vulture didn’t even have time to react.

It only felt a weight on its back as a terrifying pressure that made its very soul tremble, like an invisible mountain, instantly crushed its pathetic shred of ferocity.

That was a Spiritual Strength of 501 points, plus the brutal impact of his newly formed Divine Sense!

The Iron-Feathered Vulture had just begun to struggle when Han Feng’s Divine Sense, like a red-hot steel needle, mercilessly stabbed into the core of its consciousness.

’Fly steady, or I’ll roast you.’

A cold, emotionless thought exploded directly in its mind.

The Iron-Feathered Vulture froze instantly, only flapping its wings by instinct, not daring to even let out a cry of terror.

Han Feng himself was a little surprised.

The process had been excessively smooth.

In Ling Weizi’s residual memories, the Ancient Strange Beasts were all untamably defiant; even when suppressed, they would fight to the death without backing down.

But the Demon Beasts of this world, aside from being ferocious, seemed to have pathetically fragile souls.

’Did the Great Cataclysm grind away their backbone too?’

The thought flashed through Han Feng’s mind, and he quickly dismissed it.

With a flicker of his Divine Sense, he controlled the Iron-Feathered Vulture, turning it around and flying back toward the Wind Eye Market.

...

「Half an hour later, at Isolated Island-04.」

With the landing of the final team member, Liu Cheng, the entire Sharp Sword Club had arrived safely.

The ecosystem of this isolated island was far more primitive than that of any of the previous islands.