"Form the Gliding Dragon formation!" Ryuu roared, his voice amplified by a sliver of Qi, carrying across the training field like a peal of thunder.
In a flurry of disciplined motion, the five hundred soldiers shifted from a loose gathering into a sharp, triangular wedge. This was the Gliding Dragon, a formation born of the ancient texts, designed specifically to pierce the heart of an enemy line with the unstoppable momentum of a mountain slide. It was not merely a physical alignment; it was a geometric channel for their shared aggression.
