"What are you doing? Use your Soul Skills!" the flag bearer shouted in alarm.
However, the two shield bearers, struggling to hold on, didn't even have the strength to retort, but in their hearts, they cursed:
"We're already using them, but this guy's palms are as hard as steel. The shield's recoil force is being pressed back on us.
Also, why does our Soul feel somewhat disobedient in front of this person?"
The shield bearers' Souls were called Xuan Yan Heavy Shields. To resist Quan Yi's immense strength, they had already unleashed three Soul Skills in succession.
Recoil, heat, and impact force – these three characteristics had been added to the shields, but Quan Yi was like an iron wall, completely reflecting the effects of the Soul Skills.
Force is mutual. If they couldn't affect the opponent, they would suffer the backlash of the power.
More importantly, when they tried to recall their Souls into their bodies to regroup, their connection with their Souls was inexplicably interrupted for a moment, causing them to be unable to control their Souls as they wished.
"Archers, shoot!" the flag bearer commanded, waving the flag in a panic, but still accurately issuing the order.
Seeing Quan Yi reveal himself in this way, even though they were terrified, the two archers instinctively activated their third Soul Skill: Spiral Flame Arrows.
Both bows were drawn taut again, but this time, the arrows condensed on the bow were thicker than before, and the arrowheads were spinning rapidly.
The sound of bowstrings breaking through the air rang out, and the Spiral Flame Arrows transformed into two red streaks of light, shooting towards Quan Yi.
The scorching arrows had increased penetrating power due to the rotation.
Skill lock-on.
This was a Soul Skill that could track. As Quan Yi made his assessment, he braced his hands on the shields, like a gymnast performing a vault, and flipped forward.
In the air, he grabbed the upper edges of the two shields and swung the two giant shields.
"Sorry, I'll borrow these shields for a moment," Quan Yi's voice faintly reached the ears of the two shield bearers as their bodies followed the shields into the air.
At the same time, the feeling of losing contact with their Souls struck again, but it was quickly interrupted by the sensation of weightlessness and the pain of falling to the ground.
Quan Yi swung the shields, each weighing nearly a thousand kilograms, along with the people.
In Quan Yi's hands, the strong wind resistance that the wide shields should have endured seemed to have lost its effect, accurately striking the two Spiral Flame Arrows at a speed slightly faster than the red arrows themselves.
"Bang!"
Firelight and metal collided, instantly erupting into a sky full of sparks. The condensed fire element arrows, like molten iron used in sparklers, were slapped back at them by Quan Yi.
This sure-hit attack not only didn't cause damage to Quan Yi, but instead made them bear the brunt of their own attack.
Quan Yi looked at the two shield bearers on either side, lying face-up on the ground, and realized that they had fainted from the recoil. He immediately passed through the sparks and rushed towards the two archers.
They collided head-on with the sparks, and the burning sensation and bright light forced them to close their eyes.
Quan Yi raised and dropped his hand like a knife, knocking the two unsuspecting men unconscious.
The firelight gradually died down, and the sword-wielding guards protecting the flag stepped forward, their blades gleaming coldly, exuding a palpable killing intent, fully displaying the bravery of swordsmen.
The two swordsmen coordinated extremely well, one vertically slashing and the other horizontally slashing, completely cutting off Quan Yi's space to dodge left and right with two broadswords burning with raging flames.
However, as Quan Yi's hands met the blades, the momentum of the fire blades abruptly stopped. Once again, Quan Yi caught the blades with his bare hands.
The two swordsmen gripped their sword hilts tightly, but no matter how much strength they used or how hot the flames were, the four fingers of Quan Yi's hand that grasped the blades remained motionless.
They instantly understood why the shield bearers had knelt before Quan Yi without resistance.
Quan Yi twisted his wrist, and the blades instantly broke free from the two swordsmen's hands. Quan Yi grasped the blades and used the hilts as blades, hacking at their masters.
"Not good, we must recall our Souls!"
Although they had the thought in their minds, the reality was not as they wished. Their Souls, which were part of their bodies, were now beyond their control.
"Thud, thud!"
The hilts struck their necks, and the last two guards in front of the battle flag collapsed with a crash.
Just when everyone thought everything was over, a long shadow stood before Quan Yi.
The support-type, control-type Soul Master, who should have been protected, slammed his flag at Quan Yi's forehead.
The black and thick metal flag pole looked longer, thicker, and heavier than ordinary club-type Souls.
No wonder the flag bearer was so tall. To wield such a heavy object, one must possess great strength.
However, this also conformed to the characteristics of flag bearers in the military. The battle flag was the representative of the general. As long as they saw the military flag, the soldiers would have the motivation to charge.
Therefore, flag bearers were required to have both martial prowess, courage, and military knowledge. Now it seemed that this easily overlooked support-type Soul Master was the core of this team.
Quan Yi smiled calmly, smoothly catching the force of the heavy pole with his right palm, deflecting it to the side, and then forcefully twisting the flag pole, directly causing the flag bearer to release his battle flag.
"The strength is not bad, but without the blessing of Soul Skills, you can't fully unleash the flag pole's attack power."
If the battle flag was developed in the direction of a strong attack system, perhaps the attack power of this Soul could be strengthened several times over.
However, Quan Yi also agreed with the Fire Star Academy's training methods.
Adding attack Soul Rings would only cultivate the battle flag Soul into an ordinary strong attack system Soul Master, which would instead stifle the potential of the battle flag Soul.
On the battlefield, the battle flag Soul could amplify thousands of people. The power of thousands of people gathered together would definitely be stronger than enhancing himself.
Quan Yi looked at the tall red flag standing beside him, revealing an undisguised look of reminiscence.
The sturdy flag bearer looked at Quan Yi, whose physical fitness was even more exaggerated than his own, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
At close range, he deeply understood the 'ferocious beast' aura emanating from Quan Yi.
Although he had never seen a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast, he felt that if a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast stood in front of him, it should feel like this.
The battle flag being seized caused the morale boost that had made him mentally excited to completely dissipate, and the suppressed fear once again crowded his mind, making him unable to move.
The strong sense of crisis made him not even realize that his Soul had been 'taken' by Quan Yi.
Quan Yi handed the flag pole to the flag bearer and asked with a smile, "Your Soul is quite good. What's your name?"
The flag bearer subconsciously replied, "My name is Zeng Gong."
