Whether Batwoman's chemistry skills were simply too superb, the Speed 9 she concocted far surpassed the original formula. After Deadpool took it, the speed he gained exceeded that of countless speedsters. Yet whenever anyone saw him crazily running backward to chase the people ahead, they somehow found it perfectly reasonable.
The distance rapidly closed. Diana raised the sword in her hand. The Red-haired Monkeys ahead, along with that man, seemingly had not noticed anyone behind them, giving her an opportunity for a surprise attack.
Many warriors liked to roar wildly in battle, fighting with gusto. The previous God of War, Ares, had been that sort; when the fighting excited him, he would even let out beastlike howls.
But Diana was not like that. What the Amazons passed down through generations was not merely art and beauty, but also ruthless and efficient combat tactics. She rarely shouted before making a move, nor did she possess much chivalric spirit. Attacking prey from behind was what her sisters loved most.
That was determined by their living environment. There were no ordinary beasts on Paradise Island. If they wanted to hunt, their prey started with magical beasts.
Those prey fought fiercely and possessed magic or innate abilities. Fighting them head-on in the rainforest was never a good idea. To reduce unnecessary casualties, the Amazons preferred bows and javelins, launching surprise attacks from behind their prey.
Even if the ambush failed, they would form up and face the enemy with shields.
After all, there were only so many people on the island—perhaps three or four thousand in the entire tribe. Losing even one was a major loss.
In short, once she got close enough, Wonder Woman struck. Since she was not close enough to cut off that man's head, she simply hurled Vulcan's Sword in