High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The County Prison.

With a grating screech, the heavy iron gate was slowly pulled open.

Group after group of "prisoners" with numb expressions, linked together by thick ropes, filed out from the darkness.

They were dressed in tattered prison uniforms.

Heavy iron chains were locked around their wrists and ankles, clanking with a sound of despair as they walked.

At the very front walked an unusually burly man. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Even the loose-fitting prison uniform couldn’t hide his rock-solid muscles.

But at this moment, his head was bowed.

His eyes, which should have been full of Life Force, were now nothing but vacant, dead hollows.

It was Wang Meng!

Han Feng’s breath nearly stopped.

Following close behind was the captain, Zhang Hao.

His steps were still steady, but the calm, strategic confidence on his face was long gone, replaced by the same numbness as everyone else.

Fan Jian, Liu Cheng, Gu Yun...

Even Su Yue was there, with her glasses and scholarly air.

The Core Members of the Sharp Sword Society—not one was missing. They were all here.

They were like a group of puppets whose souls had been ripped out.

Escorted by a dozen blade-wielding Government Officials, they walked step by step down the road to hell that led to the West Mountain Mine.

The chill in Han Feng’s eyes melted in an instant.

In its place, a scorching fire was about to erupt.

’An opportunity!’

’This is the one and only chance I’ve been waiting for!’

As long as they were locked in the prison, he was powerless.

But now that they were being escorted out, it meant they had entered his hunting ground!

Range of Divine Sense: six meters!

As long as he could get within that distance, he was confident he could forcibly drag their souls back from this boundless Hell!

Han Feng immediately began his analysis.

The escort team was extremely strong: sixteen Government Officials, all radiating the energy fluctuations of Tier One Peak.

The Chief Constable in the lead was even approaching the Tier Two Early Stage.

’Killing them won’t be hard.’

’The hard part is figuring out how to strike once and escape instantly, all within the enemy’s system of rules.’

Han Feng’s mind raced.

He pushed his [Spiritual Vision] to its limit.

The terrain of the street below, the buildings, and the flow of people instantly formed a three-dimensional model in his mind.

In an instant, a perfect route for both the assault and retreat was generated.

He glanced at the slowly moving procession, then at the sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun had already stained the entire county town an ominous blood-red, stretching the shadows of the buildings long and dark.

He leaped down from the roof.

His figure melted silently into the shadows of an alley.

...

"Hurry the hell up!"

"What are you dawdling for? You want a taste of the whip?"

Inside the procession, a Government Official impatiently swung his leather whip, lashing it fiercely across a student’s back.

The student let out a muffled grunt and swayed, but continued to walk forward numbly.

Wang Meng’s vacant eyes seemed to tremble for a moment, but they quickly returned to their dead silence.

Just as the procession rounded a street corner and entered a quiet alley, a figure pressed against the wall in the shadows, closing in silently.

It was Han Feng.

His heartbeat was steady.

With every beat, surging Sword Essence was delivered to every corner of his body.

His Spiritual Power was highly focused.

Everything within the range of his Divine Sense was rendered in perfect detail.

Five meters!

Four meters!

Three meters!

’Now!’

Han Feng’s target wasn’t just one person—it was everyone!

He needed a storm to ignite the entire situation!

An insane idea formed in his mind—the Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method!

’I’ll use this formless, intangible spiritual sword not to kill, but to perform the most delicate of ’spiritual surgeries’!’

’With one strike, I’ll sever the Divine Soul shackles binding all of them!’

This was no different from dancing on a tightrope.

The slightest mistake, and his companions could be turned into drooling idiots.

But right now, he had no other choice!

BZZZT!

A transparent Heart Sword, only an inch long and hovering between illusion and reality, suddenly coalesced in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Sever!"

Han Feng’s gaze hardened.

The Heart Sword transformed into an invisible stream of light and shot brazenly into the back of the nearest person’s head—Wang Meng’s!

In his [Spiritual Vision], Wang Meng’s Sea of Consciousness was shrouded by a thin gray film.

The main body of his Divine Soul was being firmly suppressed in its deepest part.

The Heart Sword’s target was that very film!

’I can’t damage the Divine Soul, only slice through the bindings!’

Beads of sweat formed on Han Feng’s temples.

The rate at which his Spiritual Power was being consumed was more than ten times greater than when piloting the Wingsuit!

"Break... for me!"

Under his precise control, the Heart Sword instantly carved a perfect arc along the edge of the gray film!

CRACK!

A crisp cracking sound echoed from the origin of the Divine Soul.

The tenacious gray film shattered at the sound!

The suppressed Divine Soul, like a fierce tiger breaking free from its cage, instantly erupted with a blinding light!

Wang Meng, walking at the very front, shuddered violently.

A flicker of confusion crossed his vacant eyes, immediately followed by a flood of countless memory fragments!

East Sea Fortress, Suspended Mountain Secret Realm, the dark period, the Blood Sea Illusion Realm...

"Where... where am I?"

Wang Meng stared blankly at the prison uniform and shackles on his body, his gaze finally landing on the whip-wielding Government Official beside him.

The Government Official noticed something was wrong and shouted with a frown, "What are you looking at?! Get moving!"

As he spoke, he raised his whip and lashed it through the air!

Just as the tip of the whip was about to strike Wang Meng’s face, a black shadow shot out from the darkness of the alley!

It was Han Feng!

A Government Official had just managed to shout one word, "Intruder—" when Han Feng’s figure, like a black bolt of lightning, flashed past him.

PFFT!

The Government Official’s body froze in place, a bloody hole in the center of his forehead. Then, like a sand sculpture, he disintegrated.

He transformed into a mass of gray Energy, which was devoured from a distance by Han Feng’s [Innate Sword Body].

[Ding! Killed Illusion Realm Law Enforcer (Tier One Peak). Foundation Establishment Energy +5. Current Progress: 68/10,000]

Han Feng didn’t pause for a second.

His targets were Zhang Hao in the center of the group, Fan Jian, and everyone else!

"Stop him!"

The leading Chief Constable roared and drew his saber, lunging forward.

The other Government Officials also raised their weapons, surrounding Han Feng from all directions.

Han Feng paid them no mind.

His figure left a trail of afterimages in the narrow alley.

[Body Technique·Spiral Charge]!

Like a high-speed spinning drill, he forced his way through the gap between two Government Officials’ attacks.

A Water and Fire Stick struck his shoulder with a dull thud, but it failed to even make him stumble!

Three meters!

’My Divine Sense now covers everyone!’

"All of you, wake up!"

Han Feng roared.

The several Three-Inch Heart Swords that had already formed in his Sea of Consciousness shot out at once, like a goddess scattering blossoms!

PFFT!

PFFT!

PFFT!

Zhang Hao, Fan Jian, Su Yue... everyone’s bodies trembled violently at the same time.

The numb expressions on their faces were instantly replaced by intense pain and struggle.

It took only a second!

Everyone’s eyes turned from vacant to sharp!

Their memories returned!

"Han Feng!"

Zhang Hao looked at Han Feng, who was right beside him, then at the Government Officials swinging their blades at them, and instantly understood the situation.

"Protect yourselves!"

Han Feng only had time to shout that one sentence before the leading Chief Constable’s saber, imbued with the suppressive force of the rules, came crashing down on his head!

"You’re courting death!"

Han Feng spun around. Without dodging or evading, he gripped the hilt of his Black Tungsten Gold Longsword with his right hand.

CLANG!

A dazzling flash of sword light, though launched later, arrived first!

An inch-long, silvery-white Sword Aura flickered unstably on the blade’s edge.

The Chief Constable’s saber snapped in two.

Han Feng’s longsword, its momentum unbroken, swept across the man’s neck.

A head flew into the air, transforming into pure Energy mid-flight, which Han Feng absorbed from a distance.

[Ding! Killed Illusion Realm Law Enforcer (Tier Two Early Stage). Foundation Establishment Energy +10. Current Progress: 78/10,000]

"Feng... Fengzi?"

A roar filled with extreme shock and ecstasy rang out.

Wang Meng had finally snapped out of it. He stared at Han Feng’s back as he wreaked havoc, and his bull-like eyes instantly turned Crimson.

"Fuck ’em up!"

He roared and swung an arm thicker than a normal person’s thigh, smashing his fist toward the head of a nearby Government Official!

However, the Government Official easily parried the punch with a wave of his hand.

"Hahaha! A bunch of useless trash who just woke up, and one intruder who doesn’t know what’s good for him! Take them all down!"

"Useless trash?"

Han Feng’s cold voice rang out.

With a backhand slash, he cleaved a Government Official who was trying to ambush him from behind in two, saber and all.

[Ding! Killed Illusion Realm Law Enforcer (Tier One Peak). Foundation Establishment Energy +5. Current Progress: 83/10,000]

"You’re all just Spiritual Bodies! You have no Energy, and any damage you take will harm your very foundation! All of you, fall back!"

As he spoke, Han Feng charged headfirst into the Government Officials’ encirclement.

Every time he swung his longsword, it was accompanied by a deadly silver gleam.

Faced with the Black Tungsten Gold Longsword infused with Sword Essence, the Government Officials’ weapons were as fragile as rotten wood.

Sword light flashed and afterimages flickered.

Han Feng charged in and out of the encirclement three times.

Another five Government Officials turned into motes of light, becoming nutrients for his Foundation Establishment.

"Fengzi is a badass!" Wang Meng’s blood boiled with excitement as he watched.

"We’re in a Spiritual Body state..." Su Yue adjusted her non-existent glasses and analyzed calmly.

"Physical attacks are useless, but by the same token, we can’t inflict any effective damage on these Energy Bodies either."

"Dammit! Where’s my Blazing Angel waifu?! How am I supposed to fight without my waifu!" Gu Yun wailed with chuuni-level angst as he stared at his own translucent hands.

"Cut the crap and follow Han Feng!"

Zhang Hao was concise, quickly gathering everyone together.

He trusted Han Feng completely. Now was not the time for explanations.

"Trying to leave? In your dreams!"

From the streets in the distance came the sound of dense footsteps and angry shouts.

Team after team of Government Officials was converging on them from all directions.

The entire "immune system" of Ping’an County had been thoroughly activated.

"Follow me!"

Han Feng forced back the last two Government Officials with a slash of his sword, seized the opportunity to grab Wang Meng’s arm, and spun around to dash into an even narrower alley nearby.

"Quick!"

Zhang Hao immediately led the others to follow.

Han Feng led the group, speeding through the maze-like alleys.

The pursuers behind them fell further and further behind.

Soon, the group reached the base of West City’s wall.

"How... are we supposed to climb this?"

Liu Cheng stared at the ten-meter-high, smooth wall with a look of despair.

They were "Ghosts" now, without even a foothold to push off from.

Without a word, Han Feng deployed his Ghost Bat·Modified Wingsuit.

He grabbed the largest of them, Wang Meng, and shouted, "Captain, you guys grab his legs! Form a chain!"

Everyone immediately understood.

One by one, like candied haws on a stick, they held hands and hung from Wang Meng’s feet.

"Hold on tight!"

Han Feng let out a low shout. The thrusters of the Wingsuit on his back erupted with brilliant silver light as he madly poured Sword Essence into it!

BOOM!

An incomparably powerful thrust erupted!

Han Feng, carrying seven "human-shaped soul pendants," shot vertically into the air.

In an instant, they soared over the towering city wall and vanished into the vast wilderness outside.

Leaving behind only the ever-loudening alarm gongs within Ping’an County and a scene of complete and utter chaos.