High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 246: Chapter 207: Everyone Awakens! Towering Rage from the Second Generation

Deep beneath G-03 Core Floating Island.

With a muffled hiss of hydraulics, a heavy alloy gate slid apart.

Bone-chilling air and roiling white mist flooded out.

This place looked less like a base and more like a giant morgue.

Han Feng strode into the dead-silent space, single-handedly dragging two bodies that were as limp as ragdolls.

The big shots who had been calling the shots outside were now like two spineless, dead dogs, leaving two glaring trails of blood as they were dragged across the marble floor.

THUD.

Han Feng flung them aside with a flick of his wrist.

The two men crashed heavily against the metal base of the main console, the sound of shattering bones echoing through the vast, empty hall.

The searing pain caused the unconscious Sun Changhe to convulse violently, a ragged gasp like a broken bellows escaping his throat.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision a blur.

The first thing to enter his vision was a pair of combat boots caked in gunpowder soot and dried blood.

His gaze traveled upward.

Han Feng was looking down on him.

His eyes were calm, as if he were looking at a pile of non-recyclable trash waiting to be disposed of.

"Awake?"

Han Feng’s voice was devoid of warmth, sounding exceptionally grating in the silent hall.

"Since you’re awake, let’s get ready for a meet-and-greet."

Sun Changhe shuddered, and a jolt of intense fear shocked him fully awake.

He glanced around. When he saw the hundreds of hibernation pods, their green operational lights glowing, the high-ranking Sun Family executive’s face instantly drained of its last trace of color, turning as white as a sheet.

"HSSSSS—!!!"

As Han Feng slammed the red forced-awakening button, hundreds of air valves depressurized at once.

A white wave of condensation instantly erupted, engulfing the entire hall.

The pod lids popped open.

"*Cough! Cough, cough...*"

A chorus of violent coughs erupted, sounding like hundreds of drowning people simultaneously breaking the surface for air.

The first to stir were a few custom-made pods in the central area, their exteriors opulently decorated.

A hand with thick knuckles slammed onto the pod’s edge, the veins on its back bulging.

Following that, a young man with a wild mane of hair sat bolt upright, gasping for air, his eyes filled with the raw irritation of being suddenly awakened.

"Who the hell turned the AC so low? Trying to freeze me to death? Xiao Fu! Get me a cloak!"

Lu Yunxiao.

The Wind Element prodigy from the Inner City Lu Family, the one known as "Mr. Versailles" himself.

At almost the same time.

In the adjacent pod, a slender young man with black-framed glasses sat up.

He didn’t complain. Instead, he immediately reached for his chest. Finding nothing there, his expression changed drastically.

’My Rune core is gone... A spatial warp fluctuation? No, wait, why was I in hibernation?’

Wei Chen.

The man groomed to be the next Chief Technology Officer of the Celestial Craft Group.

And opposite the two men,

Su Yunxi opened her eyes.

No coughing, no confusion.

The instant the Su Family’s second daughter awoke, her body instinctively tensed and coiled, her right hand darting like a striking snake toward the tactical knife sheath on her outer thigh.

It was empty.

Su Yunxi’s brow furrowed slightly, her icy gaze instantly locking onto the only person left standing in the area.

The man who reeked of blood, as if he had just walked out of a Chaotic Scene.

Han Feng.

The Mechanic her sister had specifically told her to "look after."

As more and more of the elite students awoke, the noise in the hall gradually swelled into a chaotic din.

"Where is this?"

"My sword? Where’s my backpack?!"

"My head hurts... I remember we were drinking..."

Amid the chaos, Lu Yunxiao finally got a clear look at his surroundings.

His eyes widened as he pointed at the old man on the floor—his face swollen like a pig’s and his clothes in tatters—and his jaw nearly hit the ground.

"Is that... Sun Changhe? Uncle Sun?"

"And the one next to him... is that Mad Mo from Star Sea Technology?"

Lu Yunxiao whipped his head around to face Han Feng, his expression priceless.

"Hey! You! The guy who fixes planes!

What’s going on here?

Why are these two big shots trussed up here like dogs?"

Han Feng ignored the noisy "Mr. Versailles."

He planted his foot on Mo Sen’s blood-smeared face, using it like a mouse to click open a bright red diagram on the large screen.

It was the core flowchart for the "Divine Domain" project, along with the base’s self-destruct countdown log.

"Now that you’re all awake, shut up and listen."

Han Feng’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was laced with a hint of pressure from his Divine Sense, instantly silencing the entire room.

"Allow me to introduce them, ladies and gentlemen. These two..."

Han Feng ground the tip of his boot into Mo Sen’s face, making him squeal like a stuck pig.

"...were performing a forbidden ritual in the Secret Realm. They planned to summon the Tier Three High-dimensional Creature known as the ’Weaver,’ but they were afraid you scions of powerful families would get in their way..."

"So, they were thoughtful enough to round you all up."

"Forced hibernation. Sealed away in storage."

As his words fell, the hall plunged into dead silence.

Only the whimpering of Mo Sen under Han Feng’s foot was audible.

"Forced... hibernation?"

The smirk on Lu Yunxiao’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying chill.

"Sun Changhe, you dare lay a hand on me? You dare store a member of the Lu Family away like some specimen?!"

On the ground, Sun Changhe fought through the excruciating pain, struggling to pull himself up.

He was a high-ranking member of a great family, after all. Even in this desperate situation, he tried to grasp at the last straw.

"A misunderstanding! My dear young friends! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Sun Changhe hissed, his words slurred and his eyes darting around.

"I was protecting you! I did it to protect all of you!"

"The environment in the Secret Realm suddenly changed! The gray period has been extended indefinitely! The outside is swarming with High Tier Spirit Bodies!"

"We had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure for your own safety!

Look at you—you’re all completely unharmed, aren’t you?

The life support systems here are all top-of-the-line!"

Mo Sen chimed in with a shout, "That’s right! It was a scientific, precautionary measure! We meant no harm!"