Han Feng stood on the stone platform outside the cave.
He let the briny wind, unique to the Blood Sea, buffet his combat suit.
The surroundings were still a deathly, silent gray.
But within his Divine Sense Domain, which now covered a hundred-ter radius, this world was no longer a chaotic darkness, but a three-dinsional map rendered in perfect detail.
The drift of every speck of dust, the trajectory of every wisp of air—all was within his grasp.
He looked down, examining his palm.
The lines on his palm were clear, and beneath the skin, a gentle, jade-like luster seed to flow.
This was proof that his Innate Sword Body had started at the Middle Level. His very level of existence had already made a leap.
’I should test this newfound power first.’
A thought flickered in Han Feng’s mind.
SHING!
The Tier One Spiritual Energy Alloy Longsword at his waist unsheathed itself at his command.
Without relying on any chanical structure, it simply floated in mid-air before Han Feng.
Driven by his Divine Sense, the sword’s tip trembled slightly, emitting a clear, humming sound.
"Go!"
Han Feng’s gaze sharpened.
The Longsword transford into a silver-gray streak of light, stabbing toward the depths of the cave in an instant.
PFFT.
The hard rock, as fragile as rotten wood, was instantly pierced. The Longsword sank into the rock wall all the way to its hilt.
Han Feng closed his eyes, carefully sensing the connection between his Divine Sense and the Flying Sword.
’...There’s a delay.’
It was faint, but it was definitely there.
For soone like him, who pursued ultimate control, this sense of delay could be fatal at a critical mont.
Within the hundred-ter range of his Divine Sense, his control over the Longsword could indeed be called omnipotent.
But this detached feeling of controlling an object from a distance was ultimately not as solid as a firm five-fingered grip.
’Estimated speed... 250 kiloters per hour.’
To a Mortal, this speed was as fast as a phantom.
But in front of a Tier Two Demon Beast or higher, it could easily evade with its combat instincts as long as it was slightly alert.
Its power was roughly equivalent to a Tier One Spiritual Energy Pistol.
Good enough for taking out small fry, but against a boss, it would barely leave a scratch.
’What about rotational acceleration?’
Han Feng’s thoughts stirred again. He recalled the Longsword and made it orbit him at high speed.
WHIRRR—
The air was torn apart, letting out a piercing shriek. A silver halo appeared around him, growing brighter and brighter.
Using centrifugal force for secondary acceleration!
WHIRRRR—!
The shriek grew even sharper as the Longsword’s speed skyrocketed in a very short ti, leaving afterimages in the air that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Eight hundred kiloters per hour... nine hundred kiloters per hour!
This speed was already approaching the muzzle velocity of a conventional bullet!
But cold sweat also beaded on Han Feng’s temples.
In his Divine Sense, the Longsword was on the verge of spinning out of control. The violent centrifugal force threatened to break free from his Divine Sense’s command at any mont.
’Now!’
Han Feng found the right mont and gave it a sudden "push" with his Divine Sense!
BOOM!
The Longsword broke from its rotational orbit and vanished from his sight in an instant.
A mont later, a deep, muffled boom echoed from a small stone peak several hundred ters away, and the top half of the peak collapsed with a roar.
The power was astonishing.
The problem was... he’d lost the sword.
The corner of Han Feng’s mouth twitched. His Divine Sense could no longer detect any trace of the Longsword.
This was the current dilemma of his Sword Control Technique.
Linear acceleration was too slow, while rotational acceleration made it easy to lose control, miss the target, and fly beyond the range of his Divine Sense.
This thod was more than adequate for defense, but lacking in offense.
The true aning of the Sword Control Technique was, after all, nimble versatility, not brute force.
’Since the cold weapon route is a dead end for now...’
Han Feng’s gaze fell upon the weathered "Sand Python" pistol at his waist.
An idea took shape in his mind.
It was crazy, and it was bold.
He drew the pistol, ejected the magazine, and fished out a Tier Two Spiritual Energy Armor-Piercing Bullet he had been saving from his tactical pack.
A single one of these was worth dozens of Spirit Coins; he normally treated it like a treasured possession.
Han Feng pinched the gleaming gold bullet as three hundred drops of Sword Essence surged from his body, completely enveloping it.
This wasn’t Enchantnt.
This was the Sacrificial Vessel thod recorded in the "Sword Storage Technique."
Others perford Sacrificial Refining on their Lifebound Flying Swords; he was performing it on a one-ti-use consumable.
A few seconds later, a faint silver light appeared on the bullet’s surface. In his Divine Sense, the cold, tallic object now possessed a hint of warmth, as if connected to him by blood.
[Ding! Micro Sword (Refining in progress) detected.]
The system notification confird his theory.
A cold arc ford on Han Feng’s lips.
He pressed this one-of-a-kind "Miniature Flying Sword" into the magazine, chambered the round, and raised the gun.
Within his Divine Sense Domain, a hundred ters away behind a giant boulder, a Tier One Pangolin was trembling in fear.
It thought its hiding spot was perfect.
"Let show you what the ’Cultivation Immortality Version Gun Fighting Technique’ looks like."
BANG!
Muzzle flash flared.
The instant the bullet left the barrel, Han Feng’s Divine Sense, like an invisible hand, precisely took control of its flight path!
At the sa ti, the wisp of Sword Essence pre-injected into the bullet detonated!
VMMM!
The bullet, originally flying in a straight line, carved a bizarre, physics-defying arc through the air, precisely maneuvering around the heavy rock cover.
But that wasn’t enough!
’Accelerate!’
Han Feng’s eyes sharpened. He activated his Sword Control Technique, and an invisible force stacked on top of the bullet’s original kinetic energy!
The mont the bullet cleared the rock, its speed, far from decaying, surged a second ti, increasing by thirty percent!
THWIP!
A muffled sound ca from behind the rock, followed by silence.
Han Feng walked over slowly.
The Pangolin’s head had a new hole in it, clean through from front to back, the edges of the wound as smooth as a mirror.
The solid rock behind it was blasted with a conical pit so deep its bottom couldn’t be seen.
Just then, a pale blue panel popped up before his eyes.
[Ding! You have successfully executed >. Skill Proficiency 1. Current Skill Proficiency: 11/1000.]
"Hm?"
Han Feng was stunned for a mont, then his eyes lit up with joyful surprise.
Divine Thought Remote Sensing!
Wasn’t that the ultimate Missile Control technique he had inadvertently learned while flying Gu Yun’s "Alice"?
He instantly understood the connection.
’So that’s how it is!’
Understanding dawned on Han Feng.
Before, he had relied on the Spiritual Energy Fighter’s Spiritual Energy Communication link to attach his Divine Thought to a missile, achieving indirect control.
Now, he was relying on his own powerful Divine Sense to directly control this sacrificially refined bullet.
One used technology as a "signal tower," while the other was its own "mobile hotspot."
The diums were different, but the essence was the sa: "Divine Splitting and Object Control." Both involved extending his Will to control a "subsidiary body."
The system judged the underlying logic of the action, not the tool used!
’This is a fantastic, unexpected surprise!’
Han Feng clenched his fists.
He had thought this Divine Skill could only be used in specific high-tech vehicles. He never expected it to beco a standard combat thod!
’This power...’
He suppressed his ecstasy and re-examined the effect of that shot.
This was no longer just a gunshot.
The physical impact of the Tier Two Spiritual Energy Armor-Piercing Bullet, the internal explosion of Sword Essence, and the secondary acceleration from the Sword Control Technique.
With three layers of power stacked together, the Destructive Power of this shot had already surpassed the scope of light infantry weapons, approaching that of heavy Tier Two Spiritual Power artillery!
The most terrifying part was that it could turn corners!
Within a hundred ters, with a Divine Sense Lock, it could hit whatever he aid at!
’Now *this* is the right way to use the Sword Control Technique!’
Han Feng blew the wisp of smoke from the muzzle, his eyes shining with a frightening light.
A Tier Two Demon Beast?
One shot, one kill.
Even a tough-hided Tier Three Early Stage Demon Beast would be killed in a single hit if he got within a hundred ters and shot it in a vital spot like the eye or throat!
The only drawback was that it burned through money.
That shot hadn’t fired a bullet; it had fired a pile of shiny Spirit Coins.
’Once I have the money, I’ll get a Spiritual Energy Power Gatling Gun and refine every single bullet into a Flying Sword...’
The image appeared in Han Feng’s mind.
’At 3,600 RPM, a rain of swords would fill the sky and scour the land.’
What a magnificent sight that would be.
Of course, for now, he could only dream. If he really tried that, he’d be drained dry in three seconds.
After testing his offensive thods, Han Feng holstered his pistol.
Next up was the main event.
He tightened the "Ghost Bat·Modified" Wingsuit on his body.
"Sword Control Technique, rise!"
This ti, Han Feng didn’t take a running start.
He stood rooted to the spot, madly pouring Sword Essence from his body into the chanical Wingsuit on his back.
VMMMM—!
The Runes on the Wingsuit’s surface lit up one by one, and an invisible lifting force rose from beneath his feet.
There was no engine roar, no whistling wind.
Han Feng, as a whole person, simply ignored Gravity and rose straight up from the ground.
Ten ters, twenty ters, fifty ters...
He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the lonely island beneath his feet, a heroic feeling of mastering the world surging in his heart.
This was true flight!
Free from the constraints of aerodynamics, he could fly when he wanted and stop when he wanted.
He experinted in the air, trying to hover, fly backward, and sidestep.
His movents were a bit clumsy, but this incredible flexibility was enough to make any opponent question their existence.
’The consumption is still a bit high.’
Han Feng sensed the rate at which the Sword Essence in his Dantian was being depleted.
Just maintaining a hover consud 10 points of Sword Essence per minute. Three hundred drops of Sword Essence would only last for half an hour.
Moreover, relying purely on the Sword Control Technique to fly, his horizontal speed would max out at around forty kiloters per hour.
’It seems this move is only suitable for low-altitude infiltration and combat in complex terrain.’
With a thought, Han Feng began to ascend higher.
He climbed to an altitude of two thousand ters, to the edge of the Gangfeng Layer.
’Glide!’
Han Feng deactivated the Sword Control Technique, spread his wings, and dove toward the sea below.
The sound of the wind exploded by his ears!
Gravitational potential energy converted into terrifying kinetic energy, further stacked with the auxiliary propulsion of the Sword Control Technique!
In just over ten seconds, his speed skyrocketed to three hundred kiloters per hour!
A minute later, Han Feng landed steadily back on the platform, the Sword Essence in his body completely depleted.
’Sword Flight is definitely cool, but it’s too inefficient. I still have to rely on the fruits of industry.’
He sat down cross-legged and circulated the "Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique."
The surrounding gray mist, as if summoned, surged madly into his body and transford into pure Sword Essence.
1... 1... 1...
In just five minutes, his depleted Dantian was full again.
’A full mana bar in five minutes. As long as I’m not one-shotted, I’m an unkillable cockroach.’
Han Feng stood up, satisfied, and took out the Void Stone.
Under the sweep of his Divine Sense, the five cubic ters of space inside were clearly visible.
"Store!"
A basin-sized rock on the ground instantly vanished.
"Release!"
The rock reappeared out of thin air half a ter away.
With Divine Sense, this storage equipnt finally had a true soul.
’It’s a good item, but it’s a sha it’s empty.’
Han Feng looked at the empty Subspace and sighed.
Broke.
Behind his explosive increase in strength, his pockets were utterly empty.
The Tier Two Spiritual Energy Fighter he coveted had a starting price of 500,000 Spirit Coins, a figure that was still astronomical to him.
’I can’t pin all my hopes on that Jade Scroll.’
A sharp glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes.
’Rely on a mountain, and it will collapse. Rely on a person, and they will run.’
Since he had entered this Treasure Mountain, how could he possibly leave empty-handed?
It was currently the gray-out period, and the vast majority of cadets and Demon Beasts were hiding in the Safe Zones.
For him, this was a golden, once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!
The entire Secret Realm was currently an unguarded vault!
’The Blood Sea is bad news. I’m staying away from there for now.’
Han Feng glanced at the churning, dark red expanse in the distance, a lingering fear in his heart.
’But these Floating Islands...’
His gaze swept over the faint silhouettes of the islands in the distance.
The companion Spirit Ore on G-09 Island... the ruins of the dicinal garden on G-12 Island...
On his personal terminal’s offline map, tempting resource points were marked one by one.
’Since none of you dare to co out, I’ll reluctantly do you the favor of looking after these things for you.’
A predator’s smile appeared on Han Feng’s face.
He put away the Void Stone, and the Wingsuit on his back once again lit up with a faint blue glow.
’Ti to go... and stock up!’
SWOOSH!
A black shadow shot into the sky and vanished without a second thought into the vast gray mist.
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