Chapter 487 - 311: Promotion to Sword Master! The Hill-Devouring Sword Tomb Space

On several occasions, Han Feng was nearly hit by one of his opponent’s vicious groin kicks or eye pokes.

’I’m just flailing around like an idiot...’

Han Feng cursed inwardly as he dodged clumsily.

He felt like a rookie driver who had just gotten his license and been handed the keys to a top-tier supercar.

Yet here he was, getting repeatedly schooled on a mountain pass by a master driver in a beat-up minivan.

He had all this brute force but couldn’t use it effectively.

After another clash, Han Feng seized an opening and slammed a heavy fist into Blood Shadow’s chest.

The force of the blow was enough to punch through a steel plate, yet Blood Shadow merely grunted and staggered.

The fist-shaped indentation on his chest squirmed and returned to normal within a few breaths.

Han Feng understood. ’Just as I thought. Physical attacks are pretty much useless unless I destroy the Blood Gu inside his body.’

This was the nasty part about the Evil Cult Secret Techniques—their Recovery was simply insane.

"My turn!" Blood Shadow grinned savagely, surged forward, and clawed at Han Feng’s heart.

Han Feng’s gaze hardened. He didn’t dodge or evade, meeting the attack with a punch of his own.

But in the instant before his fist made contact, a thought crossed his mind, and a wisp of crimson-gold Soul-Burning Sword Aura silently coated his knuckles.

PFFT!

This time, there was no earth-shattering boom.

Han Feng’s fist landed lightly on Blood Shadow’s chest.

The Body-Protecting Blood Armor, capable of withstanding a cannonball, was as fragile as tissue paper before the Soul-Burning Sword Aura.

The crimson-gold Energy pierced through Blood Shadow’s body in an instant, like a red-hot poker through butter.

"Gaaah—!"

A shrill scream rang out. The savage grin on Blood Shadow’s face froze instantly, replaced by absolute terror.

Under the searing heat of the Soul-Burning Sword Aura, the Energy Core within him—the Blood Gu—disintegrated into ash without lasting even a second.

The simulated figure of Blood Shadow began to disperse, dissolving into motes of light and disappearing completely.

Han Feng shook his hand, gaining a clearer understanding of the power of his Soul-Burning Sword Aura.

’In close combat, this thing is an insta-kill, as long as I can land a hit.

But the drain is significant, and it takes time to build up again.’

With a thought, he reset the Illusion Realm.

Blood Shadow reappeared a short distance away.

This time, Han Feng didn’t opt for close-quarters combat.

He activated the Wind Manipulation Technique, and his body floated lightly into the air.

Seeing this, the Blood Shadow below, just as he had in the real battle, unhesitatingly turned and bolted for the sea.

"Trying to run?"

Han Feng grinned. Forming a sword-hand sign, he sent the black Short Sword, Broken Star, shooting like a streak of light toward Blood Shadow’s back.

CLANG!

Without even turning his head, Blood Shadow executed a perfect backhand slash, deflecting the Flying Sword.

"Quick reflexes," Han Feng praised.

Undiscouraged, he mentally directed the Flying Sword, which carved a series of unthinkable trajectories through the air, relentlessly attacking Blood Shadow from all sides.

At the same time, he formed hand seals, and streaks of silvery-white Sword Aura shot out, coordinating with the Flying Sword in a volley of attacks.

For a moment, the entire pier was filled with crisscrossing Sword Qi, and the air echoed with unending sonic booms.

But the result was the same as in their actual battle.

Blood Shadow’s combat intuition was simply too sharp; his defense was watertight.

Although the Flying Sword and Sword Qi could leave wounds on his body, they would heal in the blink of an eye.

’Purely ranged attrition is too inefficient.’

Han Feng shook his head and decided to try a different approach.

’Divine Power Module, activate!’

’Consume three hundred wisps of Sword Aura to temporarily amplify Sword Qi Release!’

A massive amount of energy was drawn from his body, and an entire newly-opened acupoint was instantly drained dry.

The next moment, Han Feng once again formed a sword-hand sign.

But this time, what shot from his fingertips was not a thin, silvery-white wisp of Sword Qi, but a terrifying beam of energy as thick as an arm and as bright as daylight!

’Spiritual Vision, lock on!’

In Han Feng’s vision, the energy core representing the Blood Gu inside the fleeing Blood Shadow’s body was instantly highlighted in red.

"Die!"

BOOM!

The beam of energy tore through the air, carrying an aura of absolute destruction and closing the distance in an instant.

The fleeing Blood Shadow seemed to sense the mortal danger and spun around abruptly, trying to block.

But in the face of absolute power, all struggle was futile.

The beam of light instantly engulfed his figure. He was completely vaporized on the spot before he could even scream, leaving not a single speck of ash behind.

A pitch-black, bottomless trench a hundred meters long was left in the concrete ground. Its edges were smooth, with a vitrified, glassy texture.

Han Feng couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath as he stared at the aftermath of his attack.

’The energy of an entire acupoint for a single blast on par with a battleship’s main cannon... That’s a trade I’ll have to make carefully, depending on the situation.’

The move’s power was undeniable, but its consumption was far too high. It could only be used as an ace in the hole.

He reset the Illusion Realm again.

This time, he planned to test his other major system—Magical Modification Techniques.

Facing the reappeared Blood Shadow, Han Feng used neither his Flying Sword nor his Sword Aura.

He simply raised a hand and pointed at Blood Shadow from afar.

"Magic: Flame Flying Dragon!"

A fist-sized fireball condensed in his palm, then rapidly stretched and transformed.

Within just two seconds, it had transformed into a five-meter-long, ferocious Fire Dragon wreathed in roaring flames.

ROAR!

The Fire Dragon let out a silent roar, and with a beat of its wings, it lunged toward Blood Shadow, bringing a terrifying wave of heat with it.

Blood Shadow had clearly never seen such a display and was stunned for a moment.

In that brief second of hesitation, the Fire Dragon was already hovering over his head, its great maw opened wide.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

A stream of high-pressure fire bullets poured down like machine-gun fire, instantly enveloping Blood Shadow.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Blood Shadow was blasted backward repeatedly, and his Body-Protecting Blood Armor sizzled under the intense heat.

Before he could recover, the Flame Flying Dragon dove straight into his chest.

Han Feng snapped his fingers.

"Detonate."

KABOOOM—!!!

A small mushroom cloud rose in the center of the pier.

A violent shockwave swept out in all directions, sending more than a dozen nearby shipping containers flying.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only a massive molten crater remained. As for Blood Shadow, he had long since been blasted to smithereens.

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction.

’Not bad. The Spiritual Power consumption was about a thousand points, which is acceptable.’

After this series of tests, Han Feng had a crystal-clear understanding of his current combat capabilities.

Pure close-quarters Martial Arts was his weak point; he would be at a serious disadvantage against a seasoned expert.

But his strength lay in the sheer number and unpredictability of his techniques.

His Divine Sense Attack, the Three-Inch Heart Sword, was a soul-killing move that acted as a perfect counter to Martial Artists.

His Magical Modification Techniques were immensely powerful and incredibly versatile, winning fights by catching opponents completely off-guard.

The Divine Power Module was his pay-to-win ultimate, embodying the principle that overwhelming force trumps any amount of skill.

His Soul-Burning Sword Aura was a trump card that guaranteed a kill in close combat.

And his Sword Tomb Space was a ridiculously overpowered Divine Skill, combining teleportation, escape, and sanctuary all in one.

’What kind of Swordsman am I? I’m obviously a Mage with a fighter jet...’ Han Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly.

His advantage lay not in traditional Martial Arts, but in the various sword-related abilities the system had allowed him to develop.

He exited the Martial Arts Illusion Realm and returned to the real hill within the Sword Tomb Space.

’Still, I need to work on my weak points.’

He opened his system panel and looked at the two Cultivation Techniques he had just acquired but hadn’t yet had time to cultivate.

[In an Instant, Traceless]: A Peak Tier Four Swordsmanship technique from the lineage of the Ancient Assassins. It focuses on one-hit kills. When cultivated to the stage of Great Success, its sword strikes become shadowless and formless.

[Illusory Light and Thunder]: A Peak of Tier Four Body Technique and High Tier Escape Technique. It uses light as a guide and thunder for speed. When cultivated to the stage of Great Success, one can transform into a bolt of lightning, covering dozens of miles in an instant.

Both were top-tier techniques.

The problem was, he had far too much to learn.

Besides these two, he still had the Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique, which required him to continuously open new acupoints.

Then there was the huge pile of basic Magic spells waiting for him to "Magically Modify and upgrade."

Knowledge was infinite, but his energy was finite.

How could one person possibly learn so many things?

Just as Han Feng was starting to feel overwhelmed, he suddenly recalled another piece of information the system had implanted in his mind when he advanced to the Sword Master Realm.

It wasn’t about the Sword Tomb Space, but another core ability.

An ability from the Sword Master Realm that was most befitting the title "Sword Master."

[Sword Seed Dao Transmission].