High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 251: Chapter 211: One Thought to Suppress a Grandmaster

G-03 Core Floating Island, temporary field command post.

Inside the sealed alloy cabin, the only sound was the faint hum of the central air conditioning.

Three men sat on one side of a long conference table.

On the left was Chen Beixuan, Vice Dean of East Sea Martial Arts University, his fingers tapping a rhythmic beat on the tabletop. TAP. TAP.

On the right sat Li Tiecheng, Deputy Commander of the Garrison Army. He was sprawled imposingly in his chair, his undisguised Evil Qi seeming to lower the temperature of the air around him by several degrees.

In the center was an old man in a well-fitted tunic suit—the neutral council member, Lin Guodong.

The gazes of these three powerful figures, men who stood at the apex of East Sea City’s hierarchy, were all focused on one person.

Han Feng was slumped in the metal chair opposite them.

His "Ghost Bat" Wingsuit was reduced to a few tattered strips of cloth clinging to his body. His face was a mess of blood and gunpowder ash, making him look like a refugee who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

But he didn’t wipe it clean, letting the grime drip from his chin onto the polished floor.

"Han Feng."

Li Tiecheng spoke.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it resonated in Han Feng’s chest.

An invisible, immense spiritual pressure crashed down on him without warning.

This was a probe from a Peak Powerhouse of the Tier Four Divine Containment Realm.

An ordinary Meridian Passage Realm cultivator would have collapsed to their knees, losing control of their bladder.

Han Feng’s hands, resting on his knees, trembled violently. His face went deathly pale, and he had to struggle to grip the armrests just to keep himself steady.

He looked to be in extreme discomfort.

But within his Sea of Consciousness, his 2,000 points of Spiritual Power were more than enough to withstand this level of spiritual pressure.

"The Lu boy and the Su girl have been hailing you as a hero."

Li Tiecheng leaned forward, his eyes—which had judged countless men—fixed intently on Han Feng.

"But I only believe the facts I see with my own eyes."

"According to my information, you were in the Body Tempering Realm before you entered the Secret Realm."

"Only a few days have passed in this trial, yet you’ve advanced to the Meridian Passage Realm."

"But with just that level of Cultivation, you managed to take down a dozen Tier Three Defense Towers, slay three Fusion Beasts, and, while you were at it, destroy a Tier Three projection of a High-dimensional Will?"

Li Tiecheng’s finger slammed down on the table.

"Kid, even if you’re going to make up a story, at least make it logical."

"You’d better give me a truthful explanation. Otherwise... I’m sure you’ve heard about the methods of the Special Investigations Department."

A blatant threat.

Han Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

But when he looked up, the panic in his eyes had miraculously vanished, replaced by a calm that spoke of "sincerity."

"Senior, I won’t deny that luck was a factor."

Han Feng’s voice was hoarse. "But luck is a part of strength, isn’t it?"

"That’s not what I want to hear."

Li Tiecheng was unmoved.

"In the ruins, I received an inheritance."

Han Feng pointed to his temple and said something astonishing. "At the brink of life and death, my mind... mutated."

"Mutated?"

Chen Beixuan, who had been tapping the table, paused.

"To be precise, it was a Spiritual Power awakening."

Han Feng chose his words carefully, delivering his prepared explanation.

"I can see the flow nodes of Energy. I can see the underlying logic of data.

To me, the world is made of lines."

"A Divine Sense mutation? Spiritual Energy Deconstruction?"

Chen Beixuan narrowed his eyes, a flicker of interest finally showing on his face.

But Li Tiecheng wasn’t so easily fooled.

He casually unclipped a military tactical terminal from his belt and slid it across the table to Han Feng with a CLACK.

"Star Sea Technology’s latest model four military terminal. Dynamic quantum key."

Li Tiecheng crossed his arms, a mocking look on his face. "I’m not giving you the password. Unlock it, right here, right now."

"Prove it to me."

Han Feng looked at the black metal block before him.

He didn’t reach out to touch it, nor did he even lean forward in his chair.

Deep within his pupils, a faint silver light flashed and disappeared.

All Things Identification: activated.

Spiritual Vision: engaged.

In his eyes, the terminal, a symbol of humanity’s cutting-edge technology, instantly broke down into an endless stream of "0s" and "1s."

A few red, high-energy logical lock nodes stood out like targets.

His will became a sword, slicing in with precision.

Two seconds.

Just two seconds.

"BEEP—"

The crisp unlocking chime echoed in the dead-silent conference room.

The terminal’s screen, which had been locked and glowing red, instantly turned green.

Immediately after, countless lines of code scrolled madly before settling on a low-level operating interface with the highest administrator privileges.

Li Tiecheng’s pupils contracted.

No physical contact.

’A remote hack?’

’This doesn’t just require immense computational power, but also Spiritual Manipulation Power refined down to the micrometer level!’

"That’s how I was able to see through the flaws in the Sun Family’s Array."

Han Feng added this at the perfect moment, his tone as casual as if he were talking about what he had for breakfast.

"Any logic built on Energy is, in my eyes, full of flaws."

Li Tiecheng sat up straight. His gaze, which had been scrutinizing a criminal, now held a new gravity.

"Interesting."

He rubbed the stubble on his chin. "What about the flying? That Wingsuit doesn’t have a power system to let you zip around the sky."

Han Feng said nothing.

The next second.

Both he and the metal chair beneath him floated into the air without any warning.

Three inches off the ground.

Levitation.

There was no disturbance in the airflow, no eruption of a magnetic field.

It was pure, physics-defying levitation.

"It’s a practical application of materialized Spiritual Power—Telekinesis."

Han Feng explained, "I treat myself as an object, lift myself with Spiritual Power, and combine that with the Wingsuit for gliding. In theory, it’s not that difficult."

"’Not that difficult in theory,’ he says."

Chen Beixuan couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Such fine control over Spiritual Power was something that even many Grandmasters who had just entered the Divine Containment Realm couldn’t achieve.

"Last question."

The Evil Qi in Li Tiecheng’s eyes didn’t recede; instead, it intensified.

"That High-dimensional Will projection."

"That thing was a pure Spiritual Body, immune to physical attacks. How do you explain that?"

"That’s the part I understand the least myself."

Han Feng gave a wry smile and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows.

"The Evil Cultist, Li Wei, was the anchor point.

I used a Spiritual Secret Technique from my inheritance to forcibly sever the connection between him and the projection."

"A Spiritual Attack Secret Technique?"

Li Tiecheng shot to his feet, his General Star Battle Armor clattering loudly.

He strode in front of Han Feng and loomed over him like an iron tower.

"Here."

He pointed to the spot between his own eyebrows, his face filled with the arrogance of a top-tier Martial Artist.

"Use it on me."

"What?"

Han Feng was stunned. This time, he wasn’t acting.

"I said, use that Secret Technique on me!"

Li Tiecheng grinned, revealing a set of stark white teeth.

"I’m at the Peak Stage of the Tier Four Divine Containment Realm. My Sea of Consciousness has long since been forged to be as hard as iron, and I’m protected by the Evil Qi of a Military Array."

"Use your full power and attack me!"

"If you can even make me frown, I’ll consider you to have passed!"

Han Feng hesitated. "Senior, this move... it’s a bit vicious. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you."

"Hurt me? HAHAHAHA!"

Li Tiecheng laughed as if he’d heard the world’s greatest joke, his voice shaking the cabin walls.

"Kid, just bring it! If I, Li Tiecheng, get hurt by a little brat in the Meridian Passage Realm, you can have my position as Deputy Commander!"

"Then... please forgive my offense."

Han Feng wasted no more words.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the calm, silver ocean suddenly churned with massive waves.

Two thousand points of Spiritual Strength.

Compressed.

Condensed.

And compressed again!

His invisible Spiritual Power was forged into a "Three-Inch Heart Sword," imperceptible to the naked eye.

The moment he opened his eyes.

Slash!

There was no earth-shattering sound.

The confident, arrogant smile on Li Tiecheng’s face froze.

Immediately after.

"Ugh!"

Li Tiecheng reeled as if he had been struck in the face by an invisible sledgehammer.

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

He stumbled back three steps, only stopping when his lower back slammed hard against the conference table.

In that instant.

His face was ashen, and for a full second, his eyes went completely vacant—a sign that his consciousness had been disrupted.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Chen Beixuan’s tapping finger hung frozen in mid-air.

Lin Guodong’s figure leaned forward abruptly.

A second later, Li Tiecheng shook his head hard, his eyes regaining focus.

When he realized what had just happened, his eyes widened as he stared at Han Feng, his face a mask of disbelief.

"Divine Thought Transformation?!"

In that moment, he felt as if a red-hot steel needle had been brutally stabbed into his brain!

The soul-tearing agony was simply impossible to defend against!

’If this kid had attacked that distracted Evil Cultist... he really could have killed him in a single strike!’

"Senior, are you all right?"

Han Feng stood up with a "panicked" expression and even reached out a hand to help. "I told you I couldn’t control my power..."

"Good! Good kid!"

Instead of anger, Li Tiecheng laughed.

His fierce eyes erupted with an unprecedented level of admiration and fervor.

"That was fucking potent!"

"I believe you now!"

With these three demonstrations.

All his points of suspicion now served as the best proof that Han Feng was a "peerless genius."

In this high-martial era where great power belonged to the individual.

Strength was the only truth.

Seeing that the time was right,

Han Feng took a mottled, azure Jade Scroll from his pocket, held it with both hands, and placed it on the table.

"Seniors, this is the inheritance I obtained in the ruins."

Han Feng’s face was sincere, his tone laced with a reluctant but decisive resolve, as if he had no choice but to hand it over.

"An innocent man gets into trouble for carrying a treasure."

"This thing is too hot to handle. I’m just a student; I can’t hold onto it."

"I am willing to hand it over to the university, free of charge. I only ask... that the university keep me safe."

Chen Beixuan waved his sleeve.

The Jade Scroll flew through the air and landed in his hand.

A vast Divine Thought immediately probed it for inspection.

A moment later, Chen Beixuan opened his eyes and nodded slightly at Lin Guodong and Li Tiecheng.

"It is indeed an inheritance of Array Dao and Soul Cultivator techniques from an Ancient Exotic Realm. It’s ancient, obscure, and difficult to comprehend."

"Its value... is immeasurable."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the Jade Scroll vanished into his sleeve.

He clearly had no intention of returning it.

’Han Feng laughed inwardly. He had already learned the core content through the System; what remained was just scraps. Trading an empty shell for official protection and tangible resources. This deal was an absolute win.’

"Very good."

Lin Guodong’s voice, tinged with clear approval, sounded from the holographic projection.

"You have ability and courage, but more importantly, you know when to advance and when to retreat, and you understand the bigger picture."

"Han Feng, in light of your great contributions in this incident, the council will award you the ’East Sea Guardian Medal.’"

"As for specific material rewards, a generous one will be prepared for you after the assets of the Sun Family and Star Sea Technology have been liquidated."

"Thank you, Senior!"

Han Feng stood at attention and saluted, his voice loud and clear.

"All right, get out of here."

Li Tiecheng, now in high spirits, waved his hand.

"Those students outside are worshipping you like a god. Go and calm them down.

And remember, what was said here today, you take it to your grave."

"Yes, sir."

Han Feng turned and walked toward the cabin door.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, Chen Beixuan’s old but powerful voice rang out softly.

"Han Feng."

"Sir."

"After you return to the city, try to stay on campus. Don’t go running around."

Chen Beixuan’s figure flashed, appearing behind Han Feng like a ghost.

His withered hand patted Han Feng’s shoulder twice, heavily.

BUZZ!

A warm yet tenacious stream of golden Spiritual Qi silently seeped into Han Feng’s meridians.

It formed a faint seal on his shoulder in the shape of the character for "protect."

"Sun Changhe’s branch may be finished, but the Inner City Sun Family still exists."

The old man’s voice was calm, but it carried the domineering air of someone fiercely protective of his own.

"On campus, I will keep you safe."

"Off campus... Hmph. Some people, in order to cover up a scandal, would be more than happy to see a hero have an ’accidental death.’"

Feeling the searing Spiritual Qi seal on his shoulder, Han Feng felt a warmth spread through his heart.

This time, the feeling was genuine.

This was the strongest protective talisman he had obtained in exchange for the Jade Scroll.

He turned back and gave a brilliant smile.

"Understood, Dean. I cherish my life."

He pushed the door open and stepped out.

A gust of wind rushed in, carrying with it the tsunami-like cheers from outside.

Han Feng took a deep breath and straightened his back.

’I’ve passed this test. From this day forward, he was no longer a bottom-tier student just trying to survive in the cracks. He was now a [Super Genius] whom all of East Sea City would have to take seriously.’