High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 238: Chapter 203: Your Flying Weapon? No, That’s My Flying Sword

No password cracking required.

No hacking skills needed.

The system simply redefined the "rules," turning the beast into Han Feng’s "Flying Sword."

’So this is... Technology Cultivation Immortality?’

A flash of excitement appeared in Han Feng’s eyes as he felt the surging power within the beast.

By now, the other two beasts had reacted.

They had received a signal that a "foreign object" had attached itself to their companion. They immediately changed course, green light flickering in their mouths as they locked onto Han Feng.

In the underground base, Mo Sen frowned as he stared at the screen. The red dot, representing Han Feng, was caught in the Vibration wave, yet it remained completely unharmed.

"What’s happening? Is the Vibration frequency too low?"

"I don’t care if it’s a malfunction or what, just shoot him down! Take down the carrier along with him!"

Sun Changhe roared.

These Tier Three Fusion Beasts were precious, but sacrificing one was well worth it to eliminate Han Feng and his unknown abilities.

Blinding light flared in the mouths of the two beasts.

Just then.

Han Feng moved.

No, to be precise, the beast beneath his feet moved.

The beast, which had been rolling frantically to throw Han Feng off, suddenly ceased all its instinctual struggling.

The Vibration wave on its back died out in an instant.

Then, its electronic eyes, which had been flashing a crimson red, turned a bizarre, silvery-white.

It was a cold, sharp silver, devoid of any emotion.

That was the color of Sword Essence.

"SHIIING—!"

It was no longer the beast’s bizarre screech, but the sharp cry of a sword—like the ringing of clashing steel—that echoed through the sky.

The beast’s wings beat powerfully.

It didn’t flap like a conventional flying creature, nor did it glide on the air currents.

It was like a real, lifeless Sharp Sword.

Defying all principles of aerodynamics, it shot sideways in a perfectly straight line, a ninety-degree horizontal shift.

For a living creature or a conventional Flying Device, such a maneuver would be enough to break bones or rupture internal organs.

But in the system’s judgment, this was the "Sword Control Technique."

’Does a Flying Sword need to obey the laws of aerodynamics to turn?’

’Does a Flying Sword have to worry about G-forces?’

’No.’

"BOOM! BOOM!"

Two massive Wind Blade beams grazed the beast’s abdomen, hitting nothing but air before exploding into two green fireworks in the distant clouds.

"How is that possible?!"

The coffee cup in Mo Sen’s hand dropped straight to the floor, shattering into smithereens.

He stared fixedly at the screen, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Wh-what kind of maneuver was that? That’s biomechanically impossible!

Its spine should have snapped! Its muscle fibers can’t handle that kind of G-force!"

However, something even more mind-shattering was yet to come.

Han Feng stood on the beast’s back, his hands clasped behind him. His clothes whipped in the fierce wind, making him look like a peerless Sword Immortal.

The only difference was that he wasn’t standing on a sword, but on a monstrous beast that had been converted into a machine of war.

’It’s rude not to return the favor.’

With a thought from Han Feng.

The giant beast beneath his feet let out another clear, ringing sword cry. Its wings, originally meant for flight, now folded together, transforming into a massive, silvery, cross-shaped blade of light.

’Since it’s a Flying Sword, it should fight like one.’

Han Feng formed a sword-finger sign, pointing it toward one of the beasts in the distance.

"Go!"

WHOOSH—!

The massive beast’s speed suddenly skyrocketed.

It was now a full two times faster than when it had been flying with its wings!

This was the boost from the Sword Essence-driven Sword Control Technique.

Before the other beast could even adjust its position, it saw a massive dark shadow hurtling toward it.

It instinctively swiped its sharp claws to intercept.

But Han Feng’s "Flying Sword" didn’t play by any logical rules.

It didn’t dodge, it didn’t block.

Instead, with unstoppable momentum, it used its Sword Essence-enhanced claws to viciously slam into the other’s chest.

"CRACK!"

With a sickening crunch.

The Tier Three Early Stage Fusion Beast was sent flying like a kicked ball.

It was sent flying back several hundred meters, a huge patch of scales on its chest shattering as blood rained down.