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…2

Rumble!!0

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.0

“Arrows. Such cute little weapons.”0

However, Hyperion did not underestimate Keter’s archery.0

Who would’ve thought anyone but my master could pierce my Divine Ironblood Physique?0

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.0

Though it was invisible to the naked eye, Hyperion was being protected by ninety-two layers....0