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

Chapter 216: The First Esports Tournament — Seventh Division (21)

"Hey, guys!" Jake shouted from atop the cloud. "Which team should I defeat first?"

That question heavily sank into Quento and Hans' hearts. These two straightened up and narrowed their eyes at the cloud, where Jake was currently skidding around like a clown.

He had so much fun that serious and invested people in the tournament were furious at him.

His question, however, excited him.

Archer's prospects in this battle awakened along with his sudden transformation.

Though mages could attack his cloud with magic and threaten him to hop off, Jake was in a much better position as clouds teemed around the spire in abundance!

He could force them to burn their mana faster than him!

What the crowd didn't know was that Jake had assimilated with Medusa. He had two minutes left, meaning he couldn't spend as much time on the clouds as he wanted.

Of course, he could use Slick Scales without her help, but her mana regeneration during assimilation was a crucial part of his fun up in the skies.

Quento howled back. "Do you think you can turn us against each other?! The Heavy Spree is a loyal and trustworthy guild, and so are their players!"

Hans shouted. "The same goes for The Golden Lotus!"

These two curtly looked at each other.

Up in the skies, Jake shrugged. He felt something suspicious in their teamwork and bet on the internal conflict. He wanted to further confuse his enemies, but it appeared that he'd only helped them.

He would never give up on the challenge!

'Let's do it!' Jake inwardly shouted.

He kicked off the cloud and got behind it.

His Vision swept across the cloud and swooped to the enemies. Each felt like a pack of feral beasts circled around them, sniffing them from head to toe.

It was unbelievable, but they believed to be on the silver platter, that despite the range, Jake's arrows could get to them and finish them off.

'Master Formless Form! Ah, so lovely!' Jake shouted. He rapidly released arrows. It was similar to the volley he'd done during Last Coin's Mist, but this one was much faster because of his higher stats.

There was a high killing intent behind them, too.

This swarm of arrows was more troublesome than the audience thought. It wasn't just Jake aiming to take down each enemy or at least wound them.

The main defense of the alliance was so troubled by it that they didn't know what to do!

'How many of them can I snatch? They're so fast and strong! Magic is much easier to taunt!' the tank thought.

Quento gritted his teeth, 'I can't tell their strength! Are they as strong as the previous arrow? If yes, I must create more barriers… but I can't lose too much mana, either!'

It was a gamble.

Hans shouted, "I'm fine."

Trevor nodded. "I'll avoid this one!"

Going behind the tank, Quento said, "I'll match your shield with my barrier magic! We're relying on you, our front line!"

"Yeah!" the tank assertively replied back.

While everyone from the alliance found an answer to the attack, one of them was marked.

He was marked as Jake's target!

BANG!

Before an arrow connected with Trevor, Jake appeared beside it, catching it. It was one of the signature moves that Casual Clowns were familiar with.

He nocked the arrow while staying in front of the shocked assassin.

He crumpled into his strongest form and let it go.

The assassin thought, 'I can't dodge it! My body is in motion to jump to the side to avoid the arrow! But he caught it! This bastard caught it to release it again!'

Trevor's plan was easy to read.

Jake didn't need to rely on his Vision to see through his movement.

The arrow deeply went through the assassin's shoulder. Despite the short distance, it hurt. It hurt so much that blood pooled on the assassin's leather armor in excess.

Jake teleported again.

He appeared beside Trevor and stood still like a grim reaper for a few seconds.

It wouldn't have been weird if the organ started playing.

Jake also didn't have a bow.

The reason why was quickly revealed as he leaned toward his opponent. He summoned an arrow and stabbed it into his armor. He repeated that until Trevor kicked him away.

The assassin used his movement skills to run away.

Jake, however, appeared before him like an apostle of death.

"Where do you think you're going, a lovely assassin?" he asked as he extended his arms.

Catching the man in a lock, Jake raised him and threw him toward the cliff. His strength was so enormous that Trevor flew like a trash bag.

Quento's sudden interjection, however, saved him.

He summoned a barrier and stopped the flight!

Jake had been anticipating that.

A whistle echoed on the spire.

An arrow drilled into Trevor's right wrist.

Another one to the left wrist crucified him to the invisible wall!

Jake was ready to finish off the man.

Alas, mages' magic zoomed at him. He could see fire elements taking the form of a spear, water droplets faster than bullets, and even chains of lightning bolts threatening to immobilize him.

So much magic forced Jake to enter the Formless Joker Form.

He avoided flames before shooting down water droplets. He jumped away from the lightning bolts.

The steel blade went past him as Jake sensed Hans closing in on his right.

Breaking his bow into two twin short swords, Jake engaged in melee combat.

Their blades caused sparks to bounce off.

Jake was fast, and so was Hans. They felt the weight of their weapons and strength as their blades relentlessly met each other to win.

"He's done for," Jake said. "You can't stop me! My archery is unstoppable!"

As Quento's wall dissipated to save Trevor from crucification, Jake disappeared.

"No!" Hans screamed. Helplessness sank into his heart… it was all them in this tournament. It was them dictating the rules, so how could a single player singlehandedly change that?!

Jake appeared below Trevor, even faster than he'd fall onto the ground.

Similarly to his sister's style, Jake threw his leg behind and waited for a perfect moment to kick Trevor off the cliff.

Once in range, Jake's leg went forward like a whip. It was a perfect direct shot!

As Trevor was tossed off the cliff, he realized he was done.

There was no ground beneath him, only a canopy of trees. It was so far away…

Jake walked close to the edge.

He swept his hand and brought it close to his stomach as he bowed. "May you have a nice flight, lovely assassin! It's a free flight, so enjoy it to your heart's content!"

He smiled. His peculiar Joker Smile sent shivers down the crowd.

They stood up from their seats as their excitement surged over the roof!

This man could do it!

He could teach those treacherous, unfair bastards a lesson and make them eat their shamelessness! What seemed impossible became a reality before them!

If he could truly defeat them all, it'd be such a perfect finale to the Seventh Division!