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

Chapter 215: The First Esports Tournament — Seventh Division (20)

"Reel him up there, Trevor!" Lasagna shouted up. His guard was up in case Jake protested before getting thrown back to the mountain's spire.

Goosebumps suddenly went through him.

He looked deep into Jake's eyes, finding nothing but mockery.

This man wasn't worried.

He stood still, waiting for a ride.

When their eyes met, Jake smiled. That smile emphasized by Joker Mask was too condescending.

He drawled. "You understand that you're already dead, right?"

"…" Lasagna didn't answer him.

He stood still with his guard up.

The mana thread straightened up. It trembled.

'He's having a problem reeling him up?!' Lasagna thought. It'd never happened before, confusing him. Up above him, Trevor was as confused as his new friend.

He added strength to the thread and even requested the only alive swordsman to help him. These two strained their muscles to get Jake up and kill him as a team.

Jake became so light out of the blue that the two successfully got him up there! Trevor and the swordsman fell onto their asses. Relieved though they may have been, their faces quickly fell upon noticing that Jake was actually thrown far into the skies.

"What's wrong with this guy?!" Trevor screamed.

Quento howled. "He's mid-air! He can't avoid any of our skills! Get him!"

Six mages, a swordsman, an assassin, and even a healer—all projected their long-distance skills to hurt Jake. Colors flashed on their weapons like fireworks.

Jake sneered. "Save fireworks for an award ceremony!"

He abruptly plummeted down.

It was such an unpredictable move that no one didn't know how to react to it. The alliance only stared at him with shocked expressions, while Lasagna didn't even have time to respond.

Jake fell like a stone at him.

He kicked him onto the ground and pressed his feet on his head. His skull cracked and burst open in less than a second, killing him on the spot.

Jake stood in a pool of blood, where flesh, blood, bones, and other juices grotesquely mixed.

It was such a horrid picture that the censor system blurred it for the young and sensitive audience.

[You have killed Lasagna Lv. 30]

He walked away from the headless corpse, squelching sounds ringing in the vicinity.

"My lady, Medusa," Jake whispered. "I need your assistance."

[You have assimilated with Medusa.]

[Your stats have been upgraded.]

[Your stats have been upgraded.]

Jake ran toward the cliff. He was high on the mountain, so finding a cliff to jump off wasn't difficult. He ran like someone who wanted to commit suicide.

When he set himself free on the vista of the forest canopy below him, Jake took the other piece of his bow and joined it with the bloody twin sword to make a bow.

The bowstring connected.

An arrow appeared in his hand.

He drew the highest anchor point.

The arrow flew.

It whistled so loud that it resounded in the hearts of everyone at the scene.

Jake pierced a cloud and teleported himself up there.

Because of his assimilation, he could slide on the cloud, meaning he'd not drop until he slid off the edge. It was such an odd and unbelievable concept that people looking at him through the screens nearly had their eyes popping off their sockets.

It was the fantasy and fun combined into one!

Jake nocked another arrow on his bow.

Meanwhile, Quento assessed the situation. 'Lasagna is from The Golden Lotus! He can die! We have an assassin and healer advantage! I must use The Golden Lotus' tank and swordsman to the limit and wound that annoying archer, then we will get the ticket to the international tournament!'

He screamed. "He's attacking! Take over his attack!"

"I know!" the tank replied. He was more assertive because no thunder rang out. Jake's arrow coming straight from the cloud only whistled so he could raise his shield and taunt it!

BANG!

It seamlessly hit the tank's shield.

The loud sound echoed across the mountain's spire.

It was as though a giant had knocked onto the mountain.

That sound had a significant meaning.

Jake didn't use the four-bladed arrow.

He used a blunt arrow to stun the tank!

His shield didn't suffer many durability points! It could be said that it had absorbed Jake's attack well! It was, however, an illusion.

The tank's muscles squeezed so much during that impact that he received cramps. After that effect subsided, his limbs were so numb that he couldn't move.

He was stunned.

[You have been stunned for twenty seconds.]

The second arrow whistled.

"Move! What are you doing?!" Quento screamed. His words, however, didn't affect the tank. He was stunned, so he couldn't even speak. The healer caught that at first, but he didn't do anything because Quento stopped him.

Instead, Quento raised his magic barrier and protected his team from the second arrow.

His face twisted upon seeing the four-bladed arrow lodged in his invisible barrier.

It cracked.

There were so many cracks that he guessed it'd take Jake at least three arrows to break through his magic.

The swordsman shouted. "What are you doing?! Cast your magic at them already! You also don't listen to him and think for yourselves! He's not our leader!"

He told off two of his guild's mages.

These two had been working with Quento ever since they had teamed up.

It was so comfortable that they hadn't considered attacking without his command.

"Y-yeah! We must take him off the cloud!"

"How is he even staying up here? Let's blow it away with fire magic!"

As these two channeled their mana, so did the rest of the mage's squad. Only Quento did not use anything. He stared at the swordsman of The Golden Lotus.

'He's catching up on my scheme,' he thought.

The swordsman, Hans, looked into Quento's eyes. 'He's scheming something… The Golden Lotus team has me, a tank, and two mages. The rest is The Heavy Spree… if we win against this archer, their team composition will be difficult to win against. Quento's barrier magic can replace a need for a tank, and he can always box his teammates to have them healed.

Can I only pray for Archer to take him down before we defeat him?'