High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Nice piece."

Han Feng praised it.

The gun was extremely well-maintained and in Peak condition.

He grabbed a handful of the cheapest, standard steel-core rounds and loaded them into the magazine.

Wang Meng, Zhang Hao, and the others stood under the sunshade behind him, cigarettes dangling from their lips as they watched with great interest.

"A 50-meter target, or a moving one?"

Wang Meng blew a smoke ring.

"Xiaohan, show us one of your special tricks. How about a rapid-fire recoil control demonstration?"

Han Feng shook his head.

"No need to get that fancy. That stationary target will do."

He pointed to the standard steel plate target about a hundred meters away, which was roughly one centimeter thick.

Gu Yun stood on the periphery, arms crossed, watching with a cold gaze.

’A stationary target at one hundred meters?’

’Isn’t this a basic drill for a recruit’s first day?’

’Nothing worth watching here.’

Han Feng ignored his trash talk.

He raised the rifle, not even bothering to assume the standard three-point alignment aiming stance.

In the field of his Spiritual Vision, concepts like front and rear sights were completely irrelevant.

The extension of the barrel formed a faint Energy trajectory in the air, connecting directly to the red center of the target.

As long as his hand didn’t tremble, it was theoretically impossible to miss.

The real key was—adding a little something extra. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The Qi Blood in his body began to mobilize with unprecedented precision.

Unlike the bold, unrestrained infusions of the past.

This time, Han Feng controlled an extremely fine strand of Qi Blood, carefully infusing it into the rifle according to the Energy structure of Spiral Force in his mind.

It ultimately converged on the small bullet in the chamber.

Before, he would have been utterly incapable of such an operation, one more delicate than embroidery.

But now, aided by his Spiritual Vision, he could clearly "see" how the Qi Blood enveloped the bullet, forming an extremely tiny yet high-speed rotating Energy vortex.

’Compress... compress it more...’

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Feng’s forehead.

The surface of the tiny bullet now faintly glowed with a bluish-gray metallic luster.

This was the Mystical Technique of the Mastery Level—Condensing Qi into Silk, focusing a point to break a surface!

BANG!

A gunshot rang out.

But the sound was wrong.

It wasn’t the crisp crack of a normal rifle, but rather the thud of a heavy hammer slamming onto an anvil.

A muffled sound that made one’s chest tighten with unease.

What erupted from the muzzle wasn’t a flash of fire, but a straight, red shockwave visible to the naked eye!

It was a shockwave created by highly compressed air expanding violently in an instant.

In the distance, the one-centimeter-thick steel plate target shuddered violently.

There were no flying sparks.

There was no shriek of a ricochet.

A perfectly round hole with smooth edges appeared abruptly in the very center of the steel plate, as if it had been cut by a high-precision laser.

The next second.

The earthen slope behind the target suddenly exploded!

BOOM!

A mixture of dirt and gravel shot more than two meters into the air, and the billowing dust instantly obscured everyone’s vision.

"COUGH, COUGH... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!"

Under the sunshade, the mouthful of smoke Wang Meng had just inhaled went straight into his lungs, making him cough until tears streamed from his eyes.

The cigarette in Zhang Hao’s hand fell silently to the ground, burning his cuff without him even noticing.

And the old cripple who had been pretending to sleep in his chair shot up from his seat.

His movements were so agile, he didn’t seem like a cripple at all.

His cloudy old eyes now shone with a terrifying light, locked onto the still-smoking target.

"Was... was that shot with a Thunder Fire-3?"

The expression on Gu Yun’s face completely froze.

The composed, nonchalant air of a noble scion cracked for the first time.

He subconsciously began to analyze the situation.

"Impossible! That defies ballistics!"

"The kinetic energy decay of a standard steel-core round isn’t enough to cause such a massive secondary cavity effect after piercing a one-centimeter steel plate!"

"Unless..."

He whipped his head toward Han Feng, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

"Did you put an Enchantment on the bullet?!"

Everyone: "..."

Only Han Feng blew on the still-hot muzzle, glanced at the smooth bullet hole, and then at his own uninjured palm.

He nodded in satisfaction.

’The power is even greater than I expected.’

’And most importantly, the recoil was almost completely neutralized by the Spiral Force.’

The old cripple looked uncertainly at the gun in Han Feng’s hand, then back at the perforated target.

A normal steel-core round would just leave a white mark on this kind of training target, or a shallow dent at most.

Even an Armor-Piercing Bullet would just drill a small hole.

But this hole... it was the size of a fist!

Moreover, the edges showed no signs of Tearing; the metal had been directly "vaporized" or "ground away" by an extremely sharp, high-speed rotating force.

"Wait."

The old cripple grabbed his cane and limped hurriedly into the warehouse.

Less than two minutes later, he came out dragging a heavy, black metal plate.

"A Tier Two Alloy Armor plate, salvaged from a decommissioned infantry fighting vehicle."

The old cripple set the plate up at the 50-meter mark and patted the dust off it.

"This thing... even a standard 30mm Machine Cannon might not get through it."

"Young man, want to try again?"

At this, everyone’s gaze focused on him.

Tier Two Alloy.

This was the standard material used to defend against attacks from Tier Two Demon Beasts.

It was extremely hard and also had some Energy-dispersing properties.

Han Feng didn’t waste any words and raised his rifle again.

This time, he was much more practiced.

Qi Blood surged, spiraling and accelerating.

In his microscopic vision, the vortex of Qi on the bullet’s surface was compressed even more tightly, even emitting a faint BUZZING sound.

"Go!"

Han Feng pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Once again, that same muffled roar.

Fifty meters away, the black Armor plate vibrated violently before the entire slab was sent flying by the immense impact.

It tumbled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

The old cripple, disregarding his bad leg, was the first to rush over.

When he flipped the plate over, a collective gasp was heard from the onlookers.

It went through.

Although the hole wasn’t as exaggerated as before, it had indeed been pierced through.

The entry point was a small hole, about the width of a thumb, but the back of the plate had an exit wound the size of a bowl.

Those unique spiral grooves were carved deep into the cross-section of the metal, as if it had been forcefully bored out by a high-frequency drill.

"This power..."

The old cripple murmured to himself, touching the scorching hot edge.

"This is fucking on par with a Tier Two Spiritual Energy Sniper Cannon, isn’t it?"

"The expensive kind, fitted with an Armor-Piercing Core, at that."

Keep in mind, Han Feng had just used a standard assault rifle and a normal bullet that costs two Contribution Points per round!

"How did you do that?"

Zhang Hao walked over, picked up the Armor plate, his expression grim.