High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 266: Chapter 221: A Damaged Tier Four Soul Soldier? General Li’s Cherished Item, I’ll Take It

Leaving Tingzhu Garden, Han Feng felt like the bluestone path beneath his feet wasn’t quite real.

Thirty million Contribution Points.

The rank of Honorary Major.

His pick of any equipment below Tier Four.

Plus, a fighter jet project team that he would lead, directly funded by the council.

The string of rewards had left him feeling a bit dazed.

"Ten years..."

Han Feng looked up at the sky above the Fortress City, which was slightly distorted by the filter of the Spiritual Energy Shield.

A glint of sword light flashed in his pupils and vanished.

The countdown to the arrival of the Tier Six arch-enemy weighed on his mind like a colossal, icy mountain.

But at the same time, it ignited a fiery ambition within him, fiercer than any he had ever felt.

Without any more hesitation, he opened his terminal and pulled up Li Tiecheng’s contact number.

"Hello!"

A rough voice boomed from the terminal, the background filled with the piercing roar of metal. The words were full of irritation.

"General Li, this is Han Feng."

"Kid, so you finally remembered to call me?

I was starting to think that old fox, Old Chen, had sweet-talked you into forgetting all about the benefits the military has to offer!"

Li Tiecheng’s voice was filled with undisguised teasing.

"You’re joking, General."

"Dean Chen’s arrangements are excellent, but I want the military’s reward too," Han Feng said bluntly.

"Haha, so straightforward! I like it!"

Li Tiecheng roared with laughter.

"Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up.

There’s a lot of good stuff in the armory. If you’re late, some of those little bastards might have already claimed it."

"No need. Just give me the address, and I’ll go myself."

"Alright. East Sea Garrison Army Headquarters, Sector A-3. Just mention my name when you get there."

The call ended.

Instead of returning to his Lake View Nine residence, Han Feng hailed a private car at the foot of the mountain and headed straight for the Garrison Army Headquarters.

Half an hour later, a black hovercar stopped at the entrance of a military base filled with a grim, murderous aura.

The atmosphere here was completely different from the academic feel of East Sea Martial Arts University.

Towering alloy walls were densely packed with Spiritual Energy Towers that flickered with a cold, blue light.

Soldiers in black combat uniforms, reeking of blood, came and went, filling the air with the smell of iron and fire.

Just as Han Feng got out of the car, an officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulder strode up to greet him.

It was the same officer who had saluted him at the Wind Eye Market.

"Student Han Feng, the general is already waiting for you."

The lieutenant colonel’s attitude was still respectful, but his eyes held a barely suppressed curiosity and scrutiny.

Han Feng nodded and followed him through several layers of security checkpoints.

Along the way, every soldier who saw him would subconsciously turn to stare.

Catching a missile with his bare hands, slicing apart a High-dimensional Projection with his sword.

These achievements had long since spread throughout the military, lending the name Han Feng an almost legendary status.

The two finally arrived in front of a massive, subterranean alloy building.

The great doors slowly opened, and a smell assaulted them—a mixture of gunpowder, machine oil, and a Spiritual Power so dense it was almost tangible.

Li Tiecheng was standing at the entrance. He had changed out of his military uniform and was wearing a simple black tank top. His bulging muscles were corded with veins, and every fiber seemed to contain explosive power.

"You’re here."

He looked Han Feng up and down. "Looking sharp. Seems like you’ve recovered well."

"Thanks to your care, Senior." Han Feng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Hmph, enough with the sweet talk."

Li Tiecheng turned to lead the way.

"Follow me. I’ll show you what our Garrison Army is really made of."

They walked down a wide metal corridor. The walls on both sides were lined with the taxidermied heads of various ferocious Demon Beasts.

Each one emanated an astonishing Evil Qi, as if it could come back to life at any moment.

At the end of the corridor was a colossal, five-meter-thick circular alloy door. Engraved on it was a huge, blood-soaked "Blood Saber" insignia.

Li Tiecheng pressed his palm against the insignia. His Spiritual Power surged, and a complex Rune Array lit up, layer by layer, emitting a low hum.

RUMBLE—

The giant door slid open to the sides, revealing the scene behind it.

Han Feng’s breath caught in his throat.

It was an incredibly vast space, at least a dozen football fields in size.

Rows of tall alloy shelves were neatly lined with all sorts of weapons and equipment.

Spiritual Energy Rifles shimmering with a halo of energy, extravagantly designed Single-Soldier Exoskeletons, and Heavy Battle Sabers taller than a man.

There were even a few miniaturized Spiritual Energy Mechas, each one radiating a cold killing intent and powerful energy fluctuations.

At that very moment, the Sword Essence inside Han Feng’s body trembled without warning.

An extremely faint resonance, like a silken thread, emanated from a corner of the armory, gently tugging at his Divine Sense.

"What do you think?"

Li Tiecheng stood with his arms crossed, his tone filled with a soldier’s pride.

"This is the core armory of our ’Blood Saber’ fleet. Everything stored here is a high-quality item of Tier Three or above.

Any single item from here would be enough to make those Mercenary Corps out there fight to the death for it."

He jerked his chin to the left.

"Over there is the standard-issue equipment. Stable performance, and we have plenty to go around."

Then he glanced to the right.

"Over here is special equipment. Many are one-of-a-kind items, some are even prototypes from certain R&D projects. They’re powerful, but they also come with higher risks."

"As we agreed, anything below Tier Four is yours for the taking. Just pick what you like."

Han Feng activated [Spiritual Vision].

The world before his eyes instantly changed.

Countless halos of energy, some strong, some weak, lit up in his vision. But he didn’t look at the most dazzling or imposing pieces of equipment.

He strolled over to a Tier Three Upper Grade Battle Saber hanging on the wall. Its blade was broad, with lava-like patterns flowing across its surface, and its energy fluctuations were extremely potent.