High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The battle was over quickly.

Unbelievably fast.

The twelve Government Officials, besieged by the elites of the Sharp Sword Club, didn’t even last half a minute.

They all dissolved into motes of energy.

Han Feng didn’t join the fight.

He simply stood at the periphery, hands clasped behind his back, precisely collecting every piece of loot.

Whenever a Government Official exploded, he would reach out his hand.

A pure Energy Core would be drawn by an unseen force and land in his palm.

[Ding! Illusion Realm Energy absorbed. Foundation Establishment Empowerment progress +12...]

The numbers on the system panel jumped, playing a delightful melody.

"Bring them over."

Han Feng said calmly.

Zhang Hao and the others immediately escorted the five dazed "prisoners" over.

Besides Lei Qianjun, there was another familiar face: Zhou Qi from the Spiritual Energy Ability Academy.

The guy had been repairing the Energy Shield in the great hall earlier and had collapsed from exhaustion. Now he looked like a complete idiot, practically drooling.

"This guy’s one tough bastard. He’s still not completely dead?"

Wang Meng leaned in and muttered.

Han Feng couldn’t be bothered with idle talk.

Between his brows, Spiritual Power gathered silently.

The Divine Sense Sword formed, and he unleashed the *Three-Inch Heart Sword* once more!

BUZZ!

An invisible spiritual ripple swept over the backs of their heads.

The gray film binding their Divine Souls shattered in response, the cracking sound audible only within Han Feng’s Perception.

"ROAR!"

Lei Qianjun was the first to awaken.

His first reaction upon waking was to go on a thundering rampage!

"Which son of a bitch ambushed me!"

With a furious roar, his corded muscles, constructed from Spiritual Energy, bulged terrifyingly. He immediately spun and grabbed for Fan Jian, who was standing beside him.

"Settle down!"

Wang Meng wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest. He lunged forward and locked Lei Qianjun in a solid bear hug.

His two Iron Arms clamped tightly around the other man.

"Big Lei, take a good look! It was your Grandpa Meng who saved you!"

"Wang Meng?"

Lei Qianjun froze.

His bloodshot eyes swept over the familiar faces around him, then glanced at the dissipating energy residue on the ground.

That towering rage he’d woken up with vanished in an instant.

He rubbed his bald head, a little bewildered.

"Where is this? The Underworld?"

"Close enough. But King Yama is that son of a bitch Li Wei."

Han Feng walked over, holding two balls of milky-white energy that had been purified by his Sword Essence and were emitting a soft glow.

"Open your mouth."

"Huh?"

Before Lei Qianjun could react, Han Feng had simply and crudely stuffed the ball of energy into his mouth.

"OOF!"

Lei Qianjun’s eyes bulged.

A massive torrent of heat exploded from his throat, instantly surging through his entire body!

The feeling of weakness, as if his Divine Soul had been drained, was swept away.

In its place was the return of his strength and a battle lust that was almost boiling over!

"Good stuff!"

His eyes lit up. Staring at Han Feng’s empty hands, he blurted out,

"Got any more?"

"Kill enemies. I’ll give you all you can eat."

Han Feng’s reply was concise.

...

With the addition of a fresh force like Lei Qianjun, the team’s progress suddenly accelerated.

They didn’t stubbornly try to force their way into the West Mountain Mine.

Han Feng knew full well that it was a carefully laid trap, suppressed by an Array.

His strategy was simple, crude, and could even be called thuggish.

Fight like guerrillas. And demolish everything.

"Doesn’t that son of a bitch Li Wei want to be the County Magistrate? Fine. Then we’ll tear his whole county down."

Han Feng stood at the entrance to a commercial street, his blade pointing toward the dense rows of shops ahead.

"These buildings, and the NPCs inside them, are all essentially energy nodes derived from the core rules of the Illusion Realm."

"Destroying them is like slicing pieces of flesh off the Illusion Realm, one by one."

"If we slice off enough flesh, I refuse to believe its core won’t drop in level!"

"Move out!"

At Han Feng’s command, this "City Management Team," composed of the top elites from East Sea Martial Arts University, began their frenzied demolition work.

BOOM!

Lei Qianjun materialized a ferocious Energy Giant Hammer and, with a single swing, smashed a roadside tanghulu stand to pieces.

The "old man" selling the tanghulu let out an inhuman shriek as his body exploded, turning into a dense cloud of gray fog.

Han Feng’s figure flashed. His Longsword swept out, completely devouring the cloud of energy.

"That restaurant! It’s an energy hub!"

Zhou Qi, who had just regained his senses, put his expertise to use, pointing at the largest building ahead, the "Drunken Immortal Tower," and screaming.

"Its beam and pillar structure is made of Rune Circuits!"

"Leave it to me!"

Wang Meng and Lei Qianjun, the two maniacs, exchanged a look and charged in with identical savage grins.

Less than ten seconds later.

With an earth-shaking roar, the three-story restaurant collapsed by half.

The once-bustling street instantly descended into chaos.

The "civilians" dropped their disguises. Their features twisted and their bodies warped, transforming them into all sorts of bizarre monsters.

They let out ear-piercing shrieks and surged toward the group like a tide.

But this was exactly what Han Feng wanted.

"Perfect timing!"

Instead of being alarmed, he laughed, his body moving like lightning as he charged fearlessly into the monster horde.

With every swing of his Longsword, he forcibly plundered vast amounts of gray energy.

He even established a temporary "energy refueling station" in the center of the team, using his own body.

Whenever a teammate’s body started to turn illusory, they just had to come over and tap him to be instantly "revived with a full mana bar."

This completely unreasonable fighting style caused the very rules of Ping’an County to tremble violently.

The blood-red color of the sky grew thicker.

The oppressive, deathly sense of order was rapidly collapsing.

...

「The County Magistrate’s Office, Back Courtyard.」

Inside the Blood Sacrifice Workshop, enveloped by a Tier Three Domain.

Li Wei sat cross-legged in the center of the Blood Pool. The "Holy Infant" crystal on his chest pulsed like a heart.