Among the nine core weapons, Dyon was by far the weakest with the bow. He was simply far too lacking. It was the only one among the nine, aside from the sword, that he hadn’t fully grasped the true weapon will of. He had only passed the Archer Avatar’s test by cheating.
Dyon asked the Archer Prince, Legolas, why this was. However, the answer he received was vague. According to Legolas, the most important aspect of an archer wasn’t the strength of his bow, or the strength of his back and fingers, but rather, the strength of his eyes.
One could easily see how confusing such a thing was. However, Legolas had earned a True Title in Archery, he obviously knew what he was talking about. So, Dyon could only slowly figure out just what it is he ant…
However, Dyon didn’t need the [Homing] and [Constant Acceleration] abilities of true bow will. Even Legolas had yet to grasp them perfectly. For the sake of killing a re Titus, he didn’t need this at all.
Dyon’s divine sense crashed down upon Titus who had used so thod to teleport over a hundred thousand miles away.
When Titus sense this, his eyes flashed with astonishnt before he fell into despair. Who could have known that Dyon was such a monster? Titus refused to believe that even peak dao experts had such a large divine sense range!
The most despair-inducing part was that Dyon’s Divine Sense was so far above Titus’ abilities that he was well aware that had Dyon not wanted him to sense him, he wouldn’t have.
Dyon wanted him to understand the gap between them, he wanted Titus, in his final monts, to understand the monster he had provoked.
The bow in Dyon’s left hand, despite its domineering appearance, was a re common grade bow. He had been restricting himself to it in order to comprehend the secrets of the archer. However, this also ant it was impossible for Dyon to shoot a target so far away with such an inferior bow. In fact, even if it was a supre grade bow, maybe hundreds of kiloters would be easy, maybe even thousands, but even for a supre grade bow, a hundred thousand miles was too much.
However, Dyon wasn’t a fool. Since he had lifted his bow, he felt confident!
Dyon’s manifestation once more appeared in the air along with his fire half-step dao, swirling with whites and blacks.
In the next mont, a ray of light shot out from with his weapon’s pagoda, hovering before Dyon’s hand.
Then, black fire began to billow outward from Dyon’s half-step dao.
1 ter… 10 ters… 100 ters… 1000 ters….
The already scorching temperature of the Hell’s Sand danger zone skyrocketed once more. The warriors below running for their lives dug deep, believing that Dyon was once more planning to attack them. However, Dyon himself couldn’t be bothered.
“Solidify.” Dyon spoke softly. Suddenly, the billowing and raging fire cald, condensing into a pulsing arrow spanning just over 500 ters.
Dyon smiled lightly. “[Shrink]!”
It was easy to guess. Since [Grow] drastically increased the area of effect of an attack, [Shrink] could drastically decrease it. This was exactly why [Grow] was considered the weakening degree of freedom of the third layer. Imagine the amount of strain needed to condense such a powerful attack!
Beads of sweat fell from Dyon’s brow. Shrinking a 500 ter arrow into the size of a normal barely 3 foot long arrow was far more difficult than he imagined.
In the distance, Titus continued running for his life, hoping to escape Dyon’s range. But, how could he know that he still had 400 000 more kiloters to go? If he was aware, he would simply give up and wait for death.
The minutes continued to tick by. Space trembled under the might of the condensing arrow even as Dyon’s soul stamina rapidly drained. Finally, over 10 minutes later, the arrow finally reached a 3 foot length.
Shattered space crashed around it even as the arrow spirit that ca from Dyon’s weapon pagoda shot into it.
Dyon had planned to use his common grade bow, but he smiled bitterly when he realized it had disintegrated under the might of the flaming black arrow.
Dyon sighed. It seed that this arrow wasn’t destined to be shot by that bow. But, if his weapon’s pagoda could form spears and swords, why couldn’t it form bows?
A brilliant crystalline bow shot into Dyon’s hand, imdiately lding with his white flas to form a bow of over four ters in height.
Dyon notched his arrow, a faint smile painting his face.
Dragons were too arrogant to give their descendants Life Saving Jades. But, sothing told Dyon that Titus was different from his fellow dragons. Still… Dyon would allow him to experience death so that he could firmly etch this mont into his mories!
The arrow Dyon took from his weapon’s pagoda had the [Spatial Jump] ability! While the bow he took has the [Spatial Lock] ability! True God Titus stood not a single chance.
Dyon’s back tightened as he pulled his bow taut. Flickers of white and black flas dancing around him. And then, he let go.
Even Dyon couldn’t have predicted what happened next…
Not only did the fabric of space tear, it left a gaping hole that followed the trail of his arrow…. The very structure of the Epistemic Tower itself was torn, revealing hidden chanisms with…
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