Chapter 486 - 311: Promotion to Sword Master! The Hill-Devouring Sword Tomb Space

Yet it existed in an independent space on a higher dimension.

Theoretically, within this spherical space with a 350-meter radius, he was the sole master.

Han Feng tried projecting his Spiritual Power outward, and with a mere thought...

A fist-sized stone by his feet slowly levitated.

He felt the drain on his Spiritual Power was negligible.

He then turned his gaze to a nearby tree, one so thick it would take two people to wrap their arms around it.

"Rise!"

The massive tree trembled violently, as if an invisible giant hand were trying to rip it out by the roots.

But in the end, it only swayed and failed to leave the ground.

Han Feng, however, felt his mind grow heavy as a huge chunk of his Spiritual Power was instantly drained away.

’Alright, forget about changing the terrain and all that. It costs way too much mana.’

Han Feng decisively abandoned this flashy yet impractical idea and turned to study another, more interesting function.

Dimensional Travel.

With a single thought, his figure vanished from the hilltop, reappearing in the next instant at the edge of the Space, several hundred meters away.

The sensation of ignoring distance and teleporting instantly was a novel thrill.

He tried it a dozen more times, figuring out the general principles.

Traveling one hundred meters within the Space consumed about 10 points of Spiritual Power.

Compared to his total of 4,500 Spiritual Power, this consumption was a mere drop in the bucket.

Just then, a bold idea flashed through his mind.

First, he moved to the eastern edge of the Sword Tomb Space. Then, with a thought, he chose to leave.

SWOOSH!

The scene before him shifted, and he was back in the desolate, uninhabited mountains.

The next moment, he entered the Sword Tomb Space again.

Just as the system information had stated, the Sword Tomb Space was anchored to him.

The moment he re-entered, the Space re-anchored its center to his new position.

He stood at the center of this new Space, teleported to the eastern edge 350 meters away again, and then exited.

When his feet once again touched the soil of the real world, he glanced back.

The hill where he had first entered the Space was now a full seven hundred meters behind him.

"It worked!"

Han Feng’s eyes lit up with excitement.

Through this sequence of "enter the Space, move within the Space, and leave the Space," he had perfectly executed a short-range spatial jump in the real world!

Although the Spiritual Power consumption made it impossible to use this method for long-distance travel...

But in combat, whether for surprise attacks, evasion, or escaping with his life, it was a practically unbeatable Divine Skill!

’This is way better than any Invisibility Technique. If you can’t even lock onto me, how the hell are you supposed to fight?’

Han Feng was in high spirits, immensely pleased with this new ability.

Having familiarized himself with the Sword Tomb Space, Han Feng turned his attention to another core ability.

The Martial Arts Illusion Realm.

’So it uses Spiritual Power to construct a hyper-realistic virtual environment...’

He closed his eyes, recalling the vicious battle against Blood Shadow at Dragon’s Fang Port.

’Construct scene: Dragon’s Fang Port.’

’Simulate opponent: Blood Shadow (Half-step Grandmaster).’

As his will commanded, the surrounding environment transformed in an instant.

The hills and forest vanished, replaced by cold concrete, scattered shipping containers, and the faint, salty tang of the sea in the air.

A hunched man with sinister eyes stood not far away, staring at him with venomous hatred.

Everything was perfectly lifelike, as if time had been reversed.

"Begin!"

At Han Feng’s command, the "Blood Shadow" across from him sprang into action.

Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a crimson afterimage and bolted toward the sea beyond the port.

’This time, I won’t let you get away so easily.’

Han Feng didn’t use any Magic or his Flying Sword. He wasn’t even wearing his "Escapee" Armor. He simply charged forward, bare-fisted.

He wanted to test the gap in pure Martial Arts Skills between himself and this veteran powerhouse, a man who had scraped by on the verge of life and death for decades.

Fists and feet collided.

BAM!

In a single exchange, Han Feng was sent flying by a tremendous force.

Blood Shadow’s fighting technique was vicious and efficient. Every move aimed for a vital point in a kill-or-be-killed style of combat.

Although Han Feng possessed the formidable physique of the Innate Sword Body, and his strength and speed were not inferior, his combat experience and technique were laughably amateurish in comparison.

Sent flying by the punch, Han Feng tumbled awkwardly through the air twice before managing to regain his balance.

He looked down at himself. He was completely unharmed, but his Qi Blood roiled in his chest.

Inside the Martial Arts Illusion Realm, the simulated Blood Shadow gave him no chance to catch his breath, pouncing again as a crimson afterimage.

Those sinister eyes were filled with a lust for flesh and blood, and pure, unadulterated killing intent.

"’So we’re playing for keeps?’ Han Feng muttered, advancing instead of retreating.

’He was well aware of his advantages: Spiritual Power comparable to a Tier Four Grandmaster, cheat-like Magical Modification Techniques, and the Sword Tomb that allowed for short-range spatial jumps.’

’But without using those trump cards, what was his actual skill level?’

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The sound of colliding fists and feet echoed explosively across the empty port.

Relying on the formidable physique of his Middle Level Innate Sword Body, Han Feng’s strength and speed were surprisingly not much inferior to Blood Shadow in his Half-step Grandmaster state.

But his fighting style was simply too crude.

He just kept repeating the same straight punches, hooks, and roundhouse kicks, with no discernible technique.

Blood Shadow, in contrast, was the picture of refinement. Every move was insidious, vicious, and ruthlessly efficient.

He specialized in low blows and strikes to vital points—lethal techniques honed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.