Chapter 227: The Strongest Shield and the Strongest Spear (3)
Distance and the first strike were an archer’s greatest weapons. Until an enemy closed to melee, the archer had an infinite number of first strikes. Two thousand meters was not an insignificant distance; it would take five minutes with a full sprint, and it would still take an entire minute even on horseback. Plus, this wasn’t an open plain but a thick forest with scattered boulders. One would have to walk cautiously to avoid falling, but...
Rumble!!
Thunder rolled each time Hyperion leaped, and he covered dozens of meters in an instant. His speed was so terrifying that even Keter’s arrows—arrows that had never missed when he meant them to—were helplessly evaded.
“Arrows. Such cute little weapons.”
However, Hyperion did not underestimate Keter’s archery.
Who would’ve thought anyone but my master could pierce my Divine Ironblood Physique?
Divine Ironblood Physique, in theory, hardened the body without limit, making it so durable that even orichalcum, the strongest mineral, would feel soft in comparison. It didn’t just harden flesh; it formed hair-thin layers both on the surface and beneath the skin, and these layers were as durable as orichalcum.
Though it was invisible to the naked eye, Hyperion was being protected by ninety-two layers. Yet the arrow that struck his forehead had shattered some of those layers and struck flesh.
My damned master could just thump me in the head and puncture it... But that was unnerving.
Keter’s arrow had flown thousands of meters in perfect silence. As Hyperion had sensed it too late, he couldn’t pass it without injury.
If that arrow had hit me a year ago, I would have died without a chance.
A year before, he only had fifty-two layers, so the arrow would have embedded halfway through his skull. No matter how monstrously strong, anyone with half an arrow in the head would die on the spot. This meant...