One after another, arrows rained down like falling stars, not from above—but from every direction. Kent became a storm. His eyes glowed, his arms moved faster than the human eye could follow, and the Divine Quiver fed him unlimited spells, each drawn from ancient godly battles.
As he stood on the storm god throne, it moved constantly an changed Kent's position.
The sky was filled with streaks of death.
The crowd stood frozen.
Even elders leaned forward.
"How is he—"
"His casting speed is beyond the level of Earth Immortal Magus!"
"This isn't just physical archery—he's combining spells and divine formations within every shot!"
One elder clenched his hand. "He's using War Mage Archery, a lost style!"
Below, Lee Dong was forced back. The arena cracked and exploded around him. Dust, wind, and a thousand streaks of light consumed the battlefield. He spun, twisted, dodged, slashed—and still, more arrows came.
A storm of blood and sweat drenched them both.
