One day.
"Zihong, look at my peerless art of command."
Chen Xi cheered.
Over a thousand Yulin Guards shifted formations before him again and again, moving smoothly and freely, their every motion at his command.
Their transformations were so masterful they rivaled Sun Wu and Han Xin themselves. It was a feast for the eyes.
Hua Xiong and Ma Chao, watching from nearby, were practically dumbstruck.
They'd never imagined that Chen Xi, whom several great masters of the Military School had once judged to have no talent for command, could actually reach this level.
"Be quiet. I'm thinking."
Qi Fei crouched on the platform, studying the remaining Army Soul of the Yulin Guards.
He'd split off that thousand because Chen Xi had been making him impatient, and he wanted to send him off to play somewhere else.
The last time he'd called Chen Xi over, Chen Xi had taken a couple of turns around the place and lost interest.
But this time, when Qi Fei hadn't invited him, he'd started playing instead.
As expected, people were born contrary.
Like when you were a kid and were just about to do your homework, only for your parents to order you to do it in a commanding tone.
Any desire you'd had to do your homework would naturally vanish.
Chen Xi was exactly the same.
When Qi Fei asked him to lead the Yulin Guards, he couldn't be bothered to move a muscle. When Qi Fei didn't ask him to, he wanted to play.
As for the smooth command—
He used the natural link between the Imperial Will and the Army Soul to project the formation routes into every soldier's mind.
And the elite Yulin Guards were able to carry out Chen Xi's orders perfectly.
That was how he achieved formation changes