High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 235: Chapter 203: Your Flying Weapons? No, That’s My Flying Sword

"I... I..."

Sun Bin’s teeth were chattering, his lips trembling so hard he couldn’t form a single complete word.

He felt like he wasn’t facing a person, but a prehistoric Fierce Beast that had just torn a Hunter’s trap to shreds and was now eyeing the bait with great interest.

"Junior Brother Sun, didn’t you just say that Young Master Lu and Miss Su were both captured?"

Han Feng patted Sun Bin’s shoulder. The touch wasn’t heavy, but it made him shudder from head to toe.

"Saving people is as urgent as putting out a fire. We need to hurry," Han Feng said, his tone full of sincerity.

Under the immense mental pressure, Sun Bin’s seemingly solid psychological defenses quickly crumbled.

"Don’t... don’t kill me!"

Snot and tears streamed down Sun Bin’s face. "I was just following orders! It was Sun Changhe... Seventh Elder of the Sun Family and Manager Mo Sen from Star Sea Technology! They’re the ones who made me do it!"

"Oh?"

Han Feng raised an eyebrow. "They’re down below?"

"Yes! Right beneath these ruins! They hollowed out the entire Floating Island to build an underground base!"

Desperate to save his own skin, Sun Bin spilled his guts.

"They captured all the core students and locked them in hibernation pods... all for a project called ’Divine Domain’!"

"So the Breaking Gang Needle in your hand, they told you to prepare that too?" Han Feng’s gaze fell on his sleeve.

Sun Bin’s face went deathly pale. He quickly threw the poison needle far away and raised his hands.

"It... it was a backup plan. In case you didn’t fall for the trap, then..."

"That’s enough. Don’t say any more."

Han Feng cut him off.

He couldn’t be bothered to listen to this nonsense anymore.

"Last question. How do I get in?"

With a trembling finger, Sun Bin pointed to a nearby opening concealed by a pile of rocks.

"There... that’s the base’s backup ventilation shaft. It has a separate keypad lock..."

Before he could finish, Han Feng chopped the back of his neck with the side of his hand.

Sun Bin’s vision went black, and he crumpled to the ground.

Without a second glance, Han Feng walked straight toward the ventilation shaft.

’An interrogation? Too much trouble.’

’He preferred to just tear the whole place down.’

...

Meanwhile, in the underground base’s main control room.

A dead silence filled the room.

Sun Changhe stared blankly at the back of his own reddened hand, then at the figure on the screen who was strolling around as if on a leisurely walk. The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably.

"Reverse... analysis?"

he asked in a hoarse voice, looking at the pale-faced Mo Sen beside him. "How did he do that?"

"It’s... it’s not scientific..."

Mo Sen adjusted his glasses, but the trembling of his fingers betrayed his inner shock.

"The Rune logic of the ’God-Catching Net’ is dynamically encrypted, changing tens of thousands of times per second!"

"Forget a student, even the Alliance’s top Rune Master couldn’t possibly find the node in such a short amount of time without the key from the main console!"

Mo Sen stared intently at the screen, as if looking at a monster.

"Unless... unless he wasn’t ’analyzing’ it at all, but was using some method beyond our comprehension to directly ’pierce’ the underlying logic of our system!"

"Report! The target is moving toward the ventilation shaft in Sector A-3!" an operator’s shout broke the silence.

"He’s trying to get in!"

Sun Changhe shot to his feet, a vicious glint in his eyes. "Activate all external defense units! Stop him from getting in! No, just blast him to bits!"

"Yes, sir!"

As the command was given, the camouflaged rock formations on the base’s exterior split apart.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Over a dozen flat, pitch-black drones rose from beneath the ground, their eerie blue Energy indicator lights forming a chain in the gray mist.

[Item]: Star Sea "Ghost-IV" Combat Drone.

[Weapons]: High-Frequency Spiritual Power Cutting Beam, Micro-Tracking Missiles.

[Weakness]: Poor heat dissipation in the central processor. Has a 5% chance of crashing after thirty seconds of continuous high-intensity maneuvering.

Han Feng glanced up.

"That’s it?"

He didn’t even bother drawing his sword, instead pulling out the large-caliber "Sand Python" pistol.

"The Cultivation Immortality Version Gun Fighting Technique... It’s been a while. You’ll make for good practice."

BANG!

A single gunshot rang out.

A Tier One Armor-Piercing Bullet, wreathed in silver Sword Essence, howled through the air.

In the main control room, Mo Sen sneered at the screen.

"How naive. The ’Ghost’ drones are equipped with the latest evasion system that can predict trajectories. This kind of straightforward attack..."

The words caught in his throat.

On the screen, the bullet, halfway to its target, suddenly veered at an unbelievable ninety-degree angle as if flicked by an invisible hand!

PFFT!

The bullet shot precisely into the heat vent of one of the drones.

The next second, the top-tier drone, worth tens of thousands of Spirit Coins, exploded in a brilliant burst of fireworks.

Mo Sen’s eyes went wide.

"What... what principle is that? How can a bullet change direction? Force Field manipulation? Or a Wind Ability?"

However, that was only the beginning.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Han Feng stood his ground, firing several more shots into the sky.

Each bullet moved as if it were a sentient sprite, carving all sorts of bizarre trajectories through the air.

S-curves and Z-drifts!

Under Han Feng’s Divine Sense Lock and Sword Control Technique, the "Ghost" drones, with their top-tier intelligent evasion systems, were nothing more than a flock of clumsy targets.

In less than ten seconds, over a dozen fireballs bloomed in the sky, and metal debris rained down.

In the main control room, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared dumbly at the now-empty sky on the screen, as if they had all been hit by a Body Fixation Technique.

The two iron balls in Sun Changhe’s hand fell to the floor with a CLANG.