Dyon's eyes contracted as he watched his arrow tear through the fabric of space itself. He was absolutely stunned.
Usually, Dyon was quite confident that he could withstand his own attacks. This wasn't due to blind arrogance, but rather because Dyon had purposely chosen to structure his martial path in a defensive structure. Two of his three constitutions were among the top 3 defense constitutions, after all.
As a result of this, Dyon's attack potency had always lagged behind his defense. It was for this reason he often had to fuse several wills together at once before doing damage to a truly powerful opponent like Drathal, for example.
But… This arrow… Even if answering no would save Dyon's life, he would never say that it couldn't threaten the life of a lower dao expert. Suddenly, he felt like he had overdone it… Just a tad…
