High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Han Feng ignored Wang Meng’s nonsense and fell into deep thought.

The key was "Energy."

His teammates were pure Spiritual Bodies, while everything in this Illusion Realm was made of Energy.

The two were fundamentally different and couldn’t integrate.

Unless... they could find a "medium."

Or, in other words, they had to "synchronize" their energy frequencies with this world.

He recalled the gray Energy his system had absorbed when he killed the Government Officials.

That was the fundamental substance that made up this Illusion Realm.

A bold idea surfaced in his mind.

His Innate Sword Body already possessed an extremely strong purification and conversion ability.

Outside, it could convert complex Spiritual Qi into pure Sword Essence.

’So here, could it convert the gray Energy of the Illusion Realm into "pure energy" that his teammates could absorb?’

"I have a plan!"

Han Feng’s voice held a trace of irrepressible excitement.

"What plan?" Zhang Hao immediately asked.

Han Feng didn’t answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Captain, do you guys remember how I dealt with those Spirit Bodies before?"

"You used that silver-white energy of yours to kill them directly," Zhang Hao recalled.

"Right. That energy is called ’Sword Essence’."

Han Feng explained, "I can purify and convert complex energy into the Sword Essence I use."

"Conversely, I might also be able to use it to convert the complex energy of this Illusion Realm into ’fuel’ you can absorb!"

"As long as you have Energy, even if you can only construct a temporary ’energy body,’ it will be enough to move and fight in this world!"

This idea made everyone’s eyes light up.

"Fengzi, you mean... you can ’recharge’ us?" Wang Meng’s understanding was simple and crude, but he wasn’t wrong.

"You could put it that way."

Han Feng smiled. "But I haven’t tried it. There are risks."

"Besides, converting the energy will consume my Sword Essence. I need an ’Energy Source’."

He looked toward the desolate Ping’an County in the distance.

"Those Government Officials patrolling the streets are the best ’walking power banks’."

A brand-new plan took shape in their minds.

Han Feng would strike first, hunting down lone Government Officials to obtain the Illusion Realm’s Energy.

Then, he would act as a "converter," purifying this complex energy and transferring it to his teammates.

His teammates would then use this energy to construct temporary "combat bodies."

Once everyone had regained their ability to fight, they could return to Ping’an County and unleash a storm that could shake the entire Illusion Realm!

"Let’s do it!"

Zhang Hao made the final decision, his eyes sharp.

"We can’t put all the pressure on you alone."

"The Sharp Sword Club has always been a team!"

"Fuck yeah!" Wang Meng shouted, excitedly waving his fist, which was currently phasing through a rock.

Hope rekindled in the eyes of Fan Jian, Liu Cheng, Gu Yun, and even Su Yue.

The wind in the wilderness carried a dry scent.

Han Feng stood amidst a pile of rubble, holding a ball of gray light he had just "looted" from two pursuers.

The ball of Energy was restless in his hand, lashing out in all directions and radiating a scorching heat.

"So this is that... Energy thing?"

Wang Meng drifted closer, his large, translucent face filled with curiosity. He wanted to touch it but didn’t dare.

"Don’t move."

"I can only handle this thing because I’m protected by my Sword Essence. If you touch it, your spirit will be scattered on the spot."

Han Feng clenched his fist abruptly.

The silver-white Sword Essence inside him instantly formed an invisible millstone and began to spin wildly.

It forcibly crushed, filtered, and purified the complex and violent energy of the Illusion Realm.

HSSS—

A searing pain shot through Han Feng’s meridians.

As the impurities were stripped away, the originally gray-black ball of light gradually turned a pure, milky white.

"Alright, Brother Meng, come here."

Han Feng beckoned, his face a little pale.

Wang Meng pointed to his own nose. "That’s it? We don’t need some kind of... ritual?"

"If you want to kowtow, I’ve got no objection."

Han Feng rolled his eyes in annoyance and grabbed Wang Meng’s illusory wrist.

The milky-white Energy surged violently up his arm!

"WHOA—!"

Wang Meng let out a pained cry and began to tremble violently, startling Su Yue who was standing nearby.

But the effect was immediate.

Wang Meng’s once-flickering form solidified before their very eyes.

The translucent quality faded rapidly, and his skin, muscles, and hair became solid and visible.

Although his complexion was pale, he now had a tangible presence.

Three seconds later, Han Feng let go.

Wang Meng stared blankly at his own hands, then tentatively clenched his fists.

CRACK!

A crisp crack echoed from his knuckles.

"Holy shit!"

Wang Meng roared with excitement, turned, and smashed his fist into a large, waist-high rock beside him!

BANG!

Rock fragments flew everywhere!

The back of his hand was scraped raw by the rough stone surface, and a few drops of pale golden liquid trickled out.

But the real sensation of pain almost made him cry.

"It hurts!"

"It fucking hurts! Hahahaha!"

The guy laughed like an idiot.

"Don’t celebrate too early."

Han Feng shook his slightly numb hand.

"This Energy is a consumable. The body you have now is temporary. Taking hits will drain your energy."

"Then what do we do?" Wang Meng asked.

"When you’re out of juice, come to me for a recharge."

Han Feng pointed toward the desolate Ping’an County in the distance.

"Over there, it’s crawling with walking power banks."

Zhang Hao walked over. Seeing Han Feng’s pale face and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, he asked in a low voice, "Can you still hold on?"

"As long as I can kill fast enough, I can sustain myself through battle."

Han Feng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes fierce.

"Captain, Su Yue, Fan Jian, line up for your ’batteries’."

For the next ten minutes, Han Feng became a merciless conversion machine.

He used up all the "stockpile" he had accumulated from the previous alley fight, even throwing in a considerable amount of his own Sword Essence.

He finally armed all seven members of the Sharp Sword Club.

Although everyone’s strength was only restored to about sixty or seventy percent of what it was in the outside world, and they still couldn’t use their original equipment.

But in this bizarre Illusion Realm, it was enough.

"Weapons are a problem."

Fan Jian flicked his wrist, habitually reaching for the Short Sword at his waist, only to grasp at empty air.

"Visualize them with your Spiritual Power."

Han Feng reminded them, "The rules here are mind-based."

"Remember every detail of your weapons and use the energy inside you to ’manifest’ them."

Everyone closed their eyes and focused their minds.

A moment later, a somewhat blurry Energy Giant Axe appeared in Wang Meng’s hand.

Although it wasn’t as impressive as his original Alloy Axe, it still looked quite intimidating.

In Zhang Hao’s hand was a standard-issue Battle Saber.

"Very good."

Han Feng drew his Black Tungsten Gold Longsword, his gaze fixed on the official road a few hundred meters away.

There, a squad of Government Officials was escorting several "new miners," ambling toward the West Mountain Mine.

"Let’s go."

He pointed his sword forward, his voice ice-cold.

"Let’s go expand our team."

Dust kicked up on the official road.

Twelve Government Officials were escorting five dazed "prisoners."

The Chief Constable in the lead had a foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, a complacent look on his face.

In his eyes, Ping’an County was an iron fortress. A few little rats had escaped earlier, but they couldn’t stir up any big waves.

"Hurry the hell up! What are you dawdling for!"

He lashed out with his whip, striking an unusually tall prisoner.

The prisoner let out a muffled grunt and staggered.

He didn’t fall. Instead, he slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

It was Lei Qianjun from the Martial Arts Academy.

Even with his memories sealed, the ferocity in his bones remained, merely suppressed by that layer of gray film.

"What are you looking at! Keep looking and I’ll dig your eyes out!"

The Chief Constable cursed as he raised his whip again.

Just then, a dull whoosh suddenly cut through the air.

SWOOSH!

The Chief Constable’s hand, still holding the whip, suddenly froze.

He slowly looked down and saw a slightly ethereal War Axe, spinning rapidly as it cleaved deep into his chest.

"Enem—"

This time, he couldn’t even shout a single complete word.

From the withered grass by the roadside, seven or eight figures burst out!

"Kill!"

With a low shout, Zhang Hao’s Battle Saber drew a cold arc, instantly slicing across the necks of two Government Officials.

Fan Jian’s figure flickered unpredictably through the crowd, his energy Short Sword striking specifically at the Government Officials’ joints and vitals.

But the most brutal of all had to be Wang Meng.

After getting a physical body, the guy charged straight into the mob.

He didn’t even bother with his axe. Swinging his two sandbag-sized fists, he took them down one by one.

He smashed the heads of the energy-construct Government Officials to pieces!

"So satisfying! This is so fucking satisfying!"