High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 227: Chapter 199: The Sword Descends, The Lone Walker’s Return

"That’s right! Don’t let him get close!"

"Kill him!"

Perhaps to vent their terror, or maybe to snatch the large, supply-filled pack on Han Feng’s back, three Martial Artists at the First Layer of the Meridian Passage Realm actually charged him.

Flashes of blades, shadows of swords, and whistling fists.

The three attacks sealed off all of Han Feng’s escape routes.

"Watch out!"

Wang Meng roared and was about to rush forward to help.

But just as he took a step, his entire body froze.

WHUMMM—!

An invisible ripple instantly erupted from Han Feng.

That was Divine Sense.

Moreover, it was a Divine Sense with an intensity that had broken through 2,000 points and completed the Foundation Establishment Transformation.

For these three ordinary Martial Artists, whose Spiritual Power hadn’t even broken one hundred, this Divine Sense impact was no less than a flashbang detonating inside their minds.

"Aargh!"

The three of them screamed in unison as their movements seized up.

The next second.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The crowd didn’t even see how Han Feng’s kicks landed.

They only heard three muffled thuds.

Those three Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artists, who had been so menacing just moments before, were sent flying back more than ten meters like kites with their strings cut, smashing heavily against the wall before sliding slowly to the ground.

The tactical vests on their chests were all caved in with a clear footprint. They passed out on the spot without so much as a whimper.

Silence.

A dead silence.

If the door being kicked open earlier was shocking, then this scene was pure horror.

Everyone present was an expert. Even those who couldn’t grasp the finer details knew what it meant to send three Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artists flying with kicks.

It was a complete domination of strength.

"Is anyone else’s head not on straight?"

Han Feng retracted his leg, dusted off his pants, and calmly swept his gaze across the room.

Everyone his gaze swept over felt their scalp tingle. They subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

Even a fierce man like Lei Qianjun now looked at Han Feng with a changed expression.

Lei Qianjun swallowed hard. ’This kid’s Qi Blood...’ he thought to himself, ’why does it feel even more vigorous than mine?’

Han Feng paid no mind to the crowd’s reaction.

He walked straight through the crowd, and the frantic Trial Takers, who had just been packed together, automatically parted to create a wide path for him.

He walked up to the control console in the center of the hall.

Zhao Hai from Star Sea Technology and Zhou Qi from the Spiritual Energy Ability Academy were both staring at him blankly.

Zhao Hai, in particular, had fingers that were trembling slightly as he pushed up his glasses.

The detector on his wrist was blaring alarms, showing Han Feng’s various physical stats skyrocketing at a bizarre rate.

"Out of Energy?"

Han Feng unslung the huge military pack from his back and slammed it heavily onto the control console.

The table let out a groan, as if unable to bear the weight.

"What’s in there..." Zhou Qi asked subconsciously.

"I was originally planning to take this back and sell it for a good price."

Han Feng pursed his lips and pulled the zipper open. "But given the situation, money’s useless if you’re dead."

CLATTER—!

With a flick of his wrist, he upended the backpack.

Countless ores, glowing with a dazzling light, poured out as if he were dumping trash, instantly forming a small mountain on the console.

In that moment.

The entire dim Trading Hall was illuminated as bright as day by the light from these ores.

"This... This is..."

Zhou Qi picked up a fist-sized ore, his voice trembling.

"High-purity Profound Iron Essence?

No, there are associated Spirit Crystals inside!"

"And this, this is raw Star Sand ore!"

"This piece is Tier Two Upper Grade Red Gold Copper!"

A chorus of gulps sounded from the crowd.

No one here was a greenhorn who hadn’t seen the world. Anyone who wasn’t blind could see the value of this pile of materials.

Zhao Hai stared intently at the pile of ores, his glasses glinting in the light.

He recognized them.

These were minerals unique to G-09 Floating Island.

Moreover, judging by their purity and size, they could only have come from a core mineral vein.

’This kid went out alone and actually cleaned out the entire mine?’

"Don’t just stand there gawking."

Han Feng rapped his knuckles on the table, snapping everyone back to their senses. "Is this enough to get the Shield back up?"

"Enough! More than enough!"

Zhou Qi was so excited his face turned red.

"The Energy in these high-purity ores is extremely stable. This pile is worth at least fifty thousand Energy Levels! Forget raising the Shield, it’s enough to heat the entire hall!"

"Then get to work."

Han Feng turned around, leaned back against the console, and once again faced the people in the hall.

This time, no one dared to meet his gaze.

The three unlucky souls unconscious in the corner, combined with the table of blindingly brilliant wealth, had completely established his authority.

"Captain Zhang Hao," Han Feng called.

"Here."

Zhang Hao squeezed out from the crowd, his expression a complex mix of relief and disbelief as he looked at Han Feng.

"Organize some people. Channel the Energy from these ores into the Array nodes."

Han Feng pointed at the pile of treasures. "Get everyone who wants to live moving."

"Right."

Without another word, Zhang Hao immediately began calling out names and assigning tasks.

"Lei Qianjun."

Han Feng then looked toward Lei Qianjun.

"Go on."

Lei Qianjun planted his Warhammer on the ground, surprisingly not the least bit annoyed at being ordered around by a junior.

In this world, strength reigns supreme.

The display of power from Han Feng just now had already earned his respect.

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Han Feng pointed to the stone door, its lock now broken from his kick and only barely closed. "Things might get a little loud in a bit."

Lei Qianjun grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Don’t worry. As long as I’m not dead, not even a mosquito will get through."