High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 241: Chapter 204: Only Magic Can Defeat Technology (3)

Wherever the Light Blade passed, space itself seemed to twist for an instant.

Before the silver Light Blade, the thick, concentrated laser column was like a stream of water sliced by a knife, instantly splitting in two.

Then, its momentum undiminished, the Light Blade drifted effortlessly past the foremost Defense Tower.

There was no explosion.

No fire.

There wasn’t even a loud noise.

The Defense Tower, which was said to be able to withstand the assault of a Tier Four Demon Beast and was constructed with Black Gold Z armor, was like a block of cheese sliced by a dinner knife.

Its upper half slid slowly down along the cut.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Even the delicate circuitry inside was cleanly severed, without a single burr.

BOOM!

The tremendous roar only arrived after the severed half of the tower smashed into the ground.

「In the main control room.」

Mo Sen collapsed onto the floor, his eyes staring blankly at the screen.

"What... What is the principle behind this?"

"Is that a Wind Blade? You call *that* a Wind Blade?!"

In that moment, his entire worldview shattered.

No Wind Ability had ever been able to destroy a material’s structure so completely, so... unreasonably.

...

「In mid-air.」

Han Feng felt completely drained, and a powerful wave of dizziness washed over him.

But he forced himself to stay upright, controlling the beast beneath his feet to rapidly gain altitude and hide behind a thick bank of clouds.

"Damn... that packed a punch."

Han Feng gasped for breath, frantically fumbling for the last few vials of Spiritual Liquid he had. He ignored the taste and poured them all into his mouth at once.

He sat down cross-legged and began to circulate the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique. His Middle Level Innate Sword Body activated at full speed, greedily absorbing the Medicinal Power and converting every last trace of Energy.

’Just you wait until I’m back at full strength. I’ll dismantle all you hunks of scrap metal and sell you for parts!’

...

"He... He ran away?"

After a long moment, Sun Changhe finally snapped out of his shock. He pointed at the red dot that had vanished from the screen, his voice hoarse.

"No. He’s recovering."

Mo Sen scrambled up from the floor. His once impeccably styled hair was now a mess, and the fear in his eyes was twisting into madness.

"An attack like that has a massive cost. He definitely can’t use it consecutively."

"But..."

Mo Sen glanced at the bisected tower, and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine.

"If we let him recover and he does that again..."

"Our defenses won’t be able to take it!"

For the first time, a shadow called Death loomed over the hearts of these two powerful men who thought they controlled everything.

They were afraid.

Truly afraid.

That young man wasn’t some Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artist—he was a monster in human skin!

"We can’t let him recover!"

A look of grim determination crossed Sun Changhe’s face. He shoved an operator aside, rushed to the main console, and entered an exceedingly complex password.

"Elder Sun, what are you doing?"

When Mo Sen saw the password, his face went deathly pale. "That’s... That’s for the ’Weaver’..."

"We don’t have time to worry about that!"

Sun Changhe’s eyes were bloodshot, like a desperate gambler betting it all on one last hand.

"If we don’t kill him now, we’ll be the ones to die when he returns!"

As the final confirmation key was pressed,

Deep within the base, a heavy blast door that had never before been opened began to slide apart.

A terrifying, heart-stopping wave of energy instantly swept through the entire underground base.

"A Tier Three Top Grade, Spiritual Energy Combat Missile—’The Judge’!"

"This was supposed to be a surprise for that high-dimensional creature."

Sun Changhe stared intently at the cloud bank on the screen where Han Feng was hiding, a cruel smile touching his lips.

"Kid, consider yourself lucky. Dying to this monster is a worthy end for you."

WHOOSH—!

A slender, unmarked, pitch-black missile shot out from the launch silo, its tail spewing an eerie purple flame.