Supreme Archer: Taking The Game's Weakest Class To The Top

It was stupid of Jake to draw so much strength at this altitude.

Had he not been one of the conquerors of The Unconquerable Mountain, he would have passed out. This experience helped him to bring out his strongest up in the skies.

Of course, Jake did that because he wanted to use the element of surprise.

It was an important element in duels.

Believing that Quento expected him to drop before a release, Jake let the arrow fly.

It whistled like a combination of an eagle and a falcon.

It was by any means a silent arrow.

Yet, Quento didn't have time to react accordingly to this scheme. He had already conjured another silver spear and was ready to fight Jake the second he'd drop before him.

He hurriedly adapted and raised his second spear up.

Adding spin like Jake had told him, Quento chucked his magic at Jake's arrow! Alas, what he did was not as simple as it sounded.

Just a spin alone created difficulties that Quento hadn't thought of. He was a mage who used skills the way they were programmed. Now that he evolved and created his original form of the magic barrier, he needed to work on his skills and see through their flaws and cons.

For instance, he'd have to put a lot of training into them, like Jake did into his archery.

'He lured me!' Quento thought as he saw his spear taking a different trajectory than he wanted. The spear turned to the left and flew like a broken rocket before sinking into the forest.

Meanwhile, Jake's arrow decisively landed on Quento's Silver Armor.

Once again, it was a blunt arrow. Jake chose this type because he wanted to see whether his assumptions were correct.

The loud, resounding sound boomed on the mountain's spire when the arrow hit that armor.

Within that armor, Quento was the subject of this sound.

His ear bleed, and his mind shook.

It was such a heavy and grating sound that he couldn't keep his consciousness. His eyes went white for a few seconds while the debilitating sound rattled.

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His Silver Armor kept shaking like a rattle.

After Quento's consciousness returned, he shifted his attention to the floating game system's notifications.

[You have been exposed to an unknown crowd control skill!]

[You can't turn off your skill—Silver Armor(Epic)]

[You're immobilized for sixty seconds.]

'You must be kidding me! This armor has such a flaw?! A minute of stun?!' Quento inwardly shouted. He couldn't even open his mouth, scared the grating sound would find yet another way to his brain. 'And that bastard thought about it in such a short time?!'

A gentle tap made itself stand out amidst the storm.

His expression was horrified as Quento stared at Jake.

The Archer landed on the ground and drew the highest anchor point.

His form was as exquisite as always.

His presence, however, was different.

He borrowed so much power from gravity that Quento could see Jake's Vision in full glory. A humanoid head of a wolf floated above Jake, his red eyes glaring at him.

Quento thought, 'It's okay… I have Silver Armor! So what if you immobilized me?! I will endure and win! I will freaking win against you, ARCHER!'

[You have locked Death's Lock on your target.]

Jake let the arrow go.

In an instant, the humanoid wolf's head stretched forward and flew along with the arrow!

[Your original skill, Death's Lock, has evolved.]

The arrow didn't whistle.

It howled like a wolf.

It was so loud that Quento could no longer hear the rattling of his armor, only the wolf. Soon, that jarring presence swept through him. He once again felt like a beast had licked and sniffed him.

Because he was the sole target of Jake's Vision, Quento saw that this feeling was a reality, that this man's perception skill had taken the form of an existence!

The arrow hit his forehead.

BANG!

And it severed his head off his neck.

'Eh… it's so quiet… why is it so quiet? No way… right? No way that I lost—'

[You have killed Quento.]

[The Heavy Spree Team has been eliminated.]

[Casual Clowns have won The First Esports Tournament — Seventh Division(North America).]

Jake raised his hand up. "Archery is so freaking fun! Haha! I love em' whistles! I love em' howls! I love my rock as I batter my enemies with my bow's blades!

More! I will conquer more! Get us straight to The International, baby!"

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"HE WON!"

"HOLY S—"

"THIS IS NOT A CLOWN! THIS IS A JOKER!"

"JOKER! JOKER! JOKER!"

"HE TURNED HIS FREAKING BOW INTO TWO SWORDS! HE JUMPS AROUND LIKE AN ASSASSIN! WHO KNOWS WHAT NEXT HE WILL BRING OUT?!"

"LET HIM CONQUER MORE!"

"I CAME TO WATCH 'CAUSE I WAS BORED, BUT THIS IS SO GOOD! I'LL SUPPORT JOKER AND CASUAL CLOWNS!"

The crowd in the arena burst into applause.

There were so many heated comments that even applause couldn't cover.

Mary was one of the loudest supporters, "That's my lil bro! I tell ya! He's stupid, but he has a knack for fighting! Just like me!"

Edward laughed so much that his crossed arms bobbed along with his chest. "Aren't you the stupid one in our family? Don't do Jake so dirty! Haha!"

"Darling!" Mary's mom took her side, silencing Edward.

"Haha!" Edward didn't let his wife get into his head this time!

Peace was also overwhelmed by feelings as she stared at the screen. A huge relief washed over her as she realized her boyfriend would have a second chance at the International Tournament.

She cried so much, yet those were tears of happiness as her friends warmly smiled at her.

In the black room, Shaw stood still, his jaw resting on the floor.

Prince was hollering so loud that only he could be heard. "Haha! In dire, we can always count on my dark horse!"

Sin whispered, "He's not your dark horse… and he's getting smacked for calling me babe."

SWalker grinned beside her.

He was so proud of his friend.

El Boss Queen no longer wanted to fight Jake. She was dazed by him.

Last Coin was crying behind them. Those were also tears of happiness. He was so proud of his friend that he sobbed and went all red.

"W-we are going to The International Tournament!" Coin said.

When everyone nodded at him, Last Coin sucked in his lips and stared at them with huge eyes.

He realized that… he'd fight the best of the best soon enough.

'We can't rely just on Jake! We must become much stronger as fast as possible!' Last Coin thought.

And so did the rest.

The International Tournament will not have any schemes.

Only the best will win that.