The Crimson Dragon Descent is a 90,000-year soul skill, and its defense is at the Title Douluo level.
Even the great killing weapon from my previous life is somewhat inadequate against a soul skill of this level.
Conversely, the granite floor around Quan Yi was crushed by the ricocheting bullets.
After more than ten minutes of continuous firing, Quan Yi's defense remained unshaken.
However, even partial summoning consumes soul power extraordinarily.
In those ten minutes, Quan Yi exhausted a soul power crystal within his body.
Yuan the Blacksmith glanced at the empty ammunition box and released the machine gun, which was emitting hot steam.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and sat down on a nearby resting chair, exhausted.
Quan Yi withdrew the Crimson Dragon, came to Yuan the Blacksmith's side, and, looking at the gun barrel, which was only hot, felt very satisfied with this test.
"You can rest here for a while. After you've rested, record the experimental data carefully."
Having said that, Quan Yi left the shooting range, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
Today, Quan Yi not only tested the machine gun's effectiveness but also tested the strength of his soul skill.
Walking out of the underground shooting range, time unknowingly arrived at the afternoon training session.
In the morning, Quan Yi had wasted time training his mental power and soul power control due to handling busy affairs.
He couldn't afford to waste his physical training time in the afternoon anymore.
Entering the underground forging room, Quan Yi stopped an idle blacksmith.
He asked, "I haven't been here for a few days. Has a lot of pig iron accumulated?"
The blacksmith replied, "Yes, there are about 100,000 kilograms of pig iron in the warehouse. If Young Master had come a few days later, the warehouse wouldn't have been able to hold it all."
Quan Yi murmured, "I've only been gone for a few days, and so much has accumulated."
However, this was normal. Quan Yi would hammer tens of thousands of kilograms of pig iron every day.
"Young Master, I'll go prepare today's portion of pig iron."
Saying that, the blacksmith walked towards the warehouse to move the pig iron for Quan Yi.
At this moment, Quan Yi suddenly stopped the blacksmith and said, "Wait, call another person to go with you. Help me move all the pig iron in the warehouse over here."
Although the blacksmith was somewhat doubtful, he still called a few blacksmiths to go and transport the pig iron together.
Before long, several blacksmiths, pulling carts, transported 100,000 kilograms of iron blocks to the side of the forging room.
100,000 kilograms of pig iron occupied more than half of the open space in the forging room.
Just as the blacksmiths wanted to help him move the iron blocks onto the anvil, Quan Yi stopped them.
"You can go do your own things. Leave the rest to me."
Dismissing the blacksmiths, Quan Yi walked to the pile of iron mountains himself.
Quan Yi summoned his martial soul again.
Extending his right hand, he silently recited in his heart, Crimson Dragon Descent.
As Quan Yi's sixth soul ring behind him lit up, a red glow emerged from Quan Yi's entire right arm.
The red glow gradually condensed, spread, and finally, it condensed into a huge red jade dragon claw.
The dragon claw, which was even larger than Quan Yi's body, easily grabbed a large amount of pig iron under Quan Yi's control.
The weight of such a large piece of pig iron was roughly around 5,000 kilograms.
Quan Yi was controlling the dragon claw not by using his body's strength, but by using the power of the soul skill itself.
In other words, Quan Yi was currently only using soul power and not using his own physical strength.
The Crimson Dragon's power was not only reflected in its defense.
In terms of strength, it was even more powerful than the previously tested defense.
Although he had not tested the Crimson Dragon's strength limit, if it were the complete Crimson Dragon, lifting the 100,000 kilograms of pig iron in front of him should not be a problem at all.
Although he was only summoning the dragon claw now, lifting 5,000 kilograms was still effortless.
Of course, Quan Yi himself could also lift it with his own strength, but it was more convenient to use the dragon claw to grab the scattered pig iron.
Grabbing the 5,000-kilogram pig iron, Quan Yi did not put it down immediately.
He extended his left hand, summoned the dragon claw again, and used the left hand's dragon claw to cover the pig iron, clenching it into a ball.
Immediately afterward, his soul power surged into the iron ball in the center along the two dragon claws.
In an instant, vermilion flames erupted from the center of the dragon claws, and the dark pig iron actually glowed with a crimson light. The hard pig iron slowly merged into one under the kneading of the dragon claws.
The powerful flames, under Quan Yi's precise control, evenly permeated all the metal in a very short time.
However, what was even more terrifying was that under Quan Yi's control, the scorching flame aura was perfectly controlled between the two claws.
The Crimson Dragon was, after all, a soul skill brought about by the fire-attribute true dragon species.
It was only natural that it would inherit the Crimson Scaled Evil Dragon's powerful fire-breathing ability.
The Crimson Dragon was composed of Quan Yi's soul power. Quan Yi could not only control the Crimson Dragon for combat, defense, and flight, but also control the Crimson Dragon to spew flames.
This was the true face of the soul skill, Crimson Dragon Descent.
In essence, it was like a Crimson Scaled Evil Dragon that completely obeyed Quan Yi's orders. It was a type of clone skill.
Quan Yi's two dragon claws clenched tightly, forcibly kneading the pig iron into a flat iron block, and then placed it on the anvil.
Then, he withdrew the dragon claws, clenched his fist, and began his training.
"Clang!"
Quan Yi's heavy blow struck the slightly soft pig iron. Quan Yi's fist was like hitting clay, directly sinking into the steel.
The terrifying power caused a huge sound, attracting everyone's attention.
Quan Yi felt a touch that was completely different from before and gained a deeper understanding of his own strength.
Before the breakthrough, Quan Yi could still feel the hardness of the iron block when hitting it.
After an afternoon of hammering, even with the protection of hand armor, Quan Yi would still feel pain.
However, today Quan Yi discovered that the hard iron block was really like clay. When hitting it, Quan Yi didn't feel much.
His strength and the toughness of his body were several levels higher than a few days ago.
Moreover, after becoming a Soul Emperor, the weight of Quan Yi's hand armor had also reached an even more terrifying level.
Although his hand armor still seemed very thin compared to other weapon souls, the weight of a single hand armor was a terrifying 2,000 kilograms.
In other words, Quan Yi could smash the ground just by lifting the hand armor and dropping it with gravity.
However, such a terrifying weight was just right for Quan Yi himself, and he even felt it was a little light.
As Quan Yi's strength changed, the weight of the hand armor also increased.
However, the increase in Quan Yi's physical strength was too great, so he always felt that the weight of the hand armor was too light.
Quan Yi clenched his fist, and after feeling the majestic power within, he murmured, "Now that my strength and weight have increased so much, today I can try to break through the fifty-four combo strikes to seventy-two combo strikes."
