High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 245: Chapter 206: Trial in the Ruins (Part 2)

Under the guise of a legitimate mission, we left behind our core equipment and an engineering team before the Secret Realm closed.

For the past three years... we’ve been scavenging local materials, building this place up bit by bit..."

Han Feng understood.

No wonder these guys managed to build something so massive in the Secret Realm. So, they’d been the "ultimate squatters" for three years, putting up an illegal construction.

"To go to such great lengths, even collaborating with that... Blood Feeding Sect."

Han Feng stared into Sun Changhe’s unfocused eyes. "That ’Divine Domain’... what the hell is it?"

This time, Sun Changhe kept his mouth shut.

Mo Sen, who had been playing dead beside them, was drenched in a cold sweat from the pain, but behind his shattered glasses, his eyes burned with a sickening fanaticism.

Clearly, this was their core secret—one they would rather die than reveal.

"Stubborn, are we?"

Han Feng sneered, not even bothering with pointless interrogation techniques.

He just swung his hand, landing a flurry of back-and-forth slaps across Sun Changhe’s face.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

After a few slaps infused with Sword Essence Penetration, Sun Changhe’s pampered old face instantly swelled up like a pig’s, and his teeth flew out in a spray of blood.

"Stop hitting me! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"

Sun Changhe, terrified of death, finally broke down and confessed, wailing:

"It was Mo Sen! It was all that madman!

He said that if we could capture the pure consciousness of a High-dimensional Creature, we could break the Genetic Lock, usher in a new era of human evolution... and achieve God Creation!"

"Shut up, you useless piece of trash!"

The previously silent Mo Sen suddenly roared. He struggled to look at Han Feng, his eyes showing no fear, only a greed like he was gazing upon a peerless treasure.

"Young man, you just don’t understand! This is the ultimate romance of science!"

Mo Sen was so agitated that blood spurted from the wound in his abdomen.

"Look at the power you just displayed!

That was spatial folding technology, right? And that ability to forcibly control chip-based lifeforms!

You are the perfect specimen we’ve been searching for!

Join us! As long as you’re willing to cooperate with our dissection research... no, our experiments! We will step into the Divine Domain together!"

Han Feng looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Are you sick in the head? I beat you to a pulp, and you’re still trying to recruit me?"

"That is a mortal’s wisdom!"

Mo Sen was hysterical. "This is truth! This is the future!"

"Truth, my ass."

Han Feng slapped him to the ground and grabbed the personal Light Computer terminal on Mo Sen’s left wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Sen clutched his face, revealing a bloody, savage grin.

"It’s useless! Give up!

This is Star Sea Technology’s highest-level bio-encrypted terminal. It uses a dynamic quantum key with a logic lock that changes three thousand times per second.

Aside from my own dual-authentication of iris and brainwaves, it would take the Council’s master brain three days to crack it with a brute-force attack!

Do you think with your petty... "

"BEEP!"

Before Mo Sen could finish his taunt, a crisp unlocking chime rang out, as loud as a slap to the face.

The expression on Mo Sen’s face froze instantly, his jaw dropping wide enough to fit a duck’s egg.

"Th-this... How is this possible?!"

"You aren’t connected to a decoder, and you don’t have an implant interface... How did you do it?!"

Han Feng released his hand, looking at the virtual screen hovering in the air. A faint glow of Divine Sense flowed around his fingertips.

"Who told you that you need a computer to crack a computer?"

From a Cultivator’s Divine Sense perspective, so-called quantum keys and firewalls were nothing more than a complex arrangement of energy nodes and logic runes.

The most complex code was just a low-level Mist Array.

As long as one’s Divine Sense was powerful enough, you could just brute-force crush those fragile logic nodes. The information inside would be laid bare, like a peeled egg.

This was a higher-dimensional attack, a display of the Cultivation Immortality Civilization’s superiority over the technological side.

Han Feng’s Divine Sense poured out like quicksilver, instantly sweeping through the massive amount of data on the terminal.

Engulf. Analyze. Archive.

The "Rat Hunt Plan" operation log...

Transaction records with the Blood Feeding Sect...

And...

Han Feng’s gaze sharpened, locking onto an encrypted folder.

Remark: "Zhao."

He opened the most recent entry, sent ten minutes ago.

[Zhao Hai: The interloper is heading to the Core Floating Island. As per Plan B, I have remotely reactivated the ’Abyss Beacon (sub-unit)’ beneath the Wind Eye Market.]

[The Shield will collapse within an hour, and all those students will die in the Spirit Body Tide. After this is done, I trust the director will fulfill his promise.]

Reading this message, the calm in Han Feng’s eyes turned into a chilling killing intent.

"Good. Very good."

Han Feng was so furious he laughed. "Zhao Hai, I was originally going to spare your life, but since you’re in such a hurry to be reincarnated, I’ll grant your wish."

He quickly backed up this key evidence, bundled it, and sent it to his System Space.

After all that, Han Feng stood up and activated [All Things Identification] at full power.

[Target]: Sun Changhe.

[Status]: Heavily injured, extremely terrified.

[Hidden Danger]: A poison capsule is implanted in his rear left molar. Biting down means instant death.

[Target]: Mo Sen.

[Status]: Heavily injured, mentally agitated.

[Hidden Danger]: A micro-pacemaker bomb is implanted near his aorta. It will detonate if his heart stops or upon receiving a specific signal.

’So ruthless, even to their own people?’ Han Feng snorted.

Without the slightest hesitation, his fingers formed a sword sign as he quickly, precisely, and ruthlessly pried open Sun Changhe’s mouth.

"CRACK!"

With a crisp snap, the poison-filled molar was ripped out, root and all, and sent flying with a trail of blood.

Next, Han Feng turned toward Mo Sen.

"Don’t move. Just a minor surgery."

PSST.

A Sword Essence Dagger accurately pierced Mo Sen’s chest, avoiding his heart. It instantly sealed the blood vessels while precisely severing the signal receiver for the micro-bomb.

Two seconds later, a black metal chip the size of a fingernail was plucked out.

Han Feng crushed it under his foot.

"AHHH—!" Mo Sen screamed in agony, but it was obviously not a fatal wound.

Having dealt with the living, Han Feng glanced around, his gaze falling on the massive craters.

They were the marks left by the explosions of the "Judge" missiles, and they were littered with special metal fragments and rare alloys.

"Such good materials. It’d be a shame to leave them here to pollute the environment."

Han Feng waved his hand grandly.

"System, collect!"

In the next second, all the missile debris on the ground vanished into thin air.

Returning to the battered main console, a red countdown was flashing wildly on the screen:

[Base self-destruct sequence initiated. Time remaining: 04:59]

’They really did have a backup plan.’

Han Feng grabbed the unconscious Mo Sen, roughly pressed his right hand onto the fingerprint scanner, then pried his eyelid open and waved it in front of the iris scanner.

"BEEP! Identity verified. Self-destruct sequence terminated."

The red countdown disappeared.

Han Feng didn’t stop. His fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up the remote control interface for the G-03 Core Floating Island.

Several hundred unconscious elite students, including Lu Yunxiao and Su Yunxi, were being held there.

The screen showed that all hibernation pods were in a "forced lock" state, with the life support system’s energy at only 10%.

’A flock of lambs to the slaughter.’

Han Feng looked at the string of familiar names on the list: Lu Family, Su Family, Wang Family... Each name represented a major power in East Sea City.

"Command: Lift all regional lockdowns. Awakening sequence... initiated."

On the screen, several hundred red dots instantly turned yellow, indicating they were now waking up.

"BEEP—Awakening sequence estimated time: 15 minutes."

Watching the countdown on the screen, Han Feng stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over the half-dead Mo Sen and Sun Changhe.

’This mess is too big. I can’t carry this burden alone.’

Han Feng muttered to himself:

"The Sun Family and Star Sea Technology have deep roots in East Sea City. If I just go back with this evidence, I’ll probably get ’accidentally’ taken care of on the way."

"I need to find some heavy-hitting human shields."

His gaze gradually sharpened.

What better human shields could there be than the direct heirs of the major powers, who were kidnapped and nearly sacrificed as offerings?

What if he let them see with their own eyes who had locked them in cages?

What if he let them know that they were just moments away from becoming fodder for the Blood Feeding Sect?

The wrath of this Crown Prince Faction would be enough to burn the Sun Family and Star Sea Technology to ashes.

"Since you like to use others to do your dirty work, I’ll show you how to truly redirect a disaster."

Han Feng let out a cold laugh.

"Big guy, time to work."

He patted the Fusion Beast’s neck.

Once again, he hauled Sun Changhe and Mo Sen up from the ground, dragging them along like dead dogs.

Between the G-01 base and the G-03 core area was a dedicated, high-speed underground maglev tunnel.

Although the railcar had been destroyed, the main structure of the tunnel was still intact.

"Let’s go. We’re going to deliver a ’big gift’ to those young masters and misses who just woke up."

Han Feng, carrying two grown men who weighed over three hundred pounds combined in one hand, walked with light steps into the deep, dark underground tunnel.

Behind him, the Fusion Beast obediently folded its wings and followed like a big cat.