High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 240: Chapter 204: Only Magic Can Defeat Technology (Part 2)

"With so many turrets, a direct charge would get me turned into Swiss cheese."

Han Feng’s gaze sharpened as he steered the monster through a series of dazzling evasive maneuvers in the air.

Serpentine weaves, barrel rolls, and abrupt stops and turns.

The beams of light from below were like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, repeatedly grazing his scalp as they flew by.

’I have to pull these nails out first!’

Han Feng spotted an opening and abruptly dove, the monster beneath his feet opening its massive maw.

"Break!"

A dozen or so cyan Wind Blades howled forth, viciously slashing at the nearest turret.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A shower of sparks erupted.

However, when the smoke and dust cleared, Han Feng’s pupils constricted slightly.

The turret’s surface only had a few shallow white marks; not even much of the paint had chipped off.

Seeing this, Han Feng quickly used All Things Identification to inspect the material of the ground-based weapons.

[Target]: "Black Gold Z" Composite Armor.

[Physical Defense Level]: Tier Three Upper Grade.

’Tier Three Upper Grade?’

Han Feng’s mouth twitched.

’These aren’t turrets; they’re solid lumps of iron!’

’These conglomerates are spending money like water just to save their own skins.’

Several more beams of light crisscrossed towards him, cutting off all his paths of approach.

Han Feng could only helplessly pull up, temporarily escaping the enemy’s firing range.

...

"Hahahaha! Did you see that?"

In the main control room, Mo Sen watched Han Feng’s pathetic retreat on the screen, roaring with laughter.

"Run! Go on, keep running!"

"This Armor was designed to defend against the impact of a Tier Four Demon Beast! With that animal’s Wind Blades, it could exhaust itself to death and not leave a single mark on it!"

Sun Changhe also heaved a long sigh of relief, a sinister smile returning to his face.

"Good! Keep him suppressed just like that!"

"As long as he can’t get close to the core area, our plan can proceed."

"Once the Weaver’s Energy Body descends, it won’t be too late to deal with this insignificant clown!"

The two of them were smugly confident in their calculations.

As long as they hid inside their "tortoise shell," Han Feng was just a toothless tiger, unable to cause any real trouble.

...

「Above the clouds.」

Han Feng sat cross-legged on the monster’s broad back, clutching two vials of Second Level Concentrated Spiritual Liquid, and tilted his head back to down them.

Feeling his depleted Sword Essence rapidly recovering, he glanced down at the turrets still flaunting their power below and sneered.

’So, you have high defense, huh?’

’Some hardcore tech you’ve got there, right?’

Han Feng opened his system panel, his eyes falling on a function he had only recently unlocked and had only ever truly used once.

[Divine Power Module].

This was a powerful plugin that could evolve conventional attacks into special Divine Techniques and even imbue attacks with special properties.

His previous move, [Spirit-Slaying], was a masterpiece of the Divine Power Module.

"System, if I want to enhance this big guy’s Wind Blade attack, how much Energy do I need?"

[Calculating...]

[Plan 1: Temporary Enhancement. Infuse Sword Essence to alter the energy structure of the Wind Blade, granting it the "Armor-Piercing" and "Tearing" Traits.]

[Cost: 300 points of Sword Essence per use.]

[Effect: Wind Blade strength increased to Tier Three Peak, imbued with a Sword Qi cutting attribute.]

’300 points?’

Han Feng glanced at his Sword Element Slot, which he had just refilled to its maximum of exactly 300 points.

Not a single drop would be left.

This meant that after one attack, he would be completely drained of combat power, finding it difficult to even stay airborne.

This was an all-or-nothing gamble.

’I’ll take that bet!’

A vicious glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes.

’Money can be earned again, and Sword Essence can be recovered.’

’But this insult... I have to pay them back for it today!’

He stood up and slammed his hands onto the monster’s head.

The silver Sword Essence that had just refilled his body surged into the monster like a flood bursting through a dam.

"Divine Power: Sword Transformation!"

BZZZZZ—!

The monster beneath his feet suddenly let out a pained yet high-pitched roar.

Every cell in its body trembled. Its originally cyan Energy Circuits were forcibly dyed a blinding silvery-white.

Even the cyan Wind Energy accumulating in its mouth underwent a qualitative transformation from the infusion of Sword Essence.

That wasn’t wind.

It was Sword Qi, compressed to its absolute limit!

The monster’s eyes turned pure silver, so sharp they seemed capable of slicing through one’s very gaze.

’That’s more like it.’

Han Feng’s face was pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

’Only Cultivation Immortality can defeat technology.’

"Go teach them a lesson!"

...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Inside the main control room, the piercing alarm blared once more.

"High energy reading! An extremely high-intensity energy concentration has appeared above the target!"

The technician’s voice cracked.

The smile on Mo Sen’s face instantly froze. He lunged toward the screen.

"How is that possible? That monster’s Energy Core was clearly overloaded! How could there still be such a high reading?"

Before he could figure it out, the red dot on the screen was already moving.

It was no longer performing those flashy evasive maneuvers.

Instead, it moved in a straight line.

A straight line that showed no fear of death, a line of unstoppable advance!

Han Feng steered the shimmering silver monster, braving the sky full of laser beams, and plummeted straight toward the ground like a silver meteor.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Sun Changhe roared hysterically.

The dozen or so turrets on the ground swiveled their barrels in unison, all their energy converging into a single massive beam of light, attempting to vaporize the crazed figure.

Just as the two sides were about to collide.

A wildly arrogant sneer lifted the corners of Han Feng’s mouth.

"Slash!"

The monster beneath his feet opened its giant maw.

There was no dense shower of Wind Blades.

There was only one.

A single, ten-meter-long, crescent-shaped Light Blade, solid silver and seemingly corporeal, silently sliced through the sky.