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

It was now Quento, two mages, and a healer left.

Those four players were from The Heavy Spree Guild. They'd fight until the end and not ditch the group at the end just because their swordsman had lost a dominant hand.

They believed in their victory.

Quento thought, 'There's more to his movement skill than just teleporting to arrows. I'm sure he's using arrows as a conduit because he'd spread those around us.'

Before emerging to fight Hans, Jake had tossed around arrows around. He would have used them to escape from his enemies had Hans turned out to be a much more demanding opponent.

But now that those mages entered his territory, he'd use them to fight them.

Of course, Quento and others were already aware of those arrows thanks to their perception skill—mana zone. They sensed unfamiliar mana shaped in a straight line all around them. Those were undoubtedly arrows that Jake would use to gain an advantage.

'We have to trap him in my barrier magic. I'll compress him to death,' Quento narrowed his eyes. He checked the stats of his teammates and concluded that this would be their last act as a team.

If that failed, he'd only rely on himself.

Jake stood still. 'Those having more cards will always have more means to surprise their opponents. I am… not just a Joker.'

He craned his head to the side before suddenly running at his enemies.

Quento screamed, "He's going at us! Spread out and stick to the plan! Sharpen your senses!"

The healer shouted, "This bastard is playing a different game than us! He's supposed to be an archer!"

While the mages used their mana step to change locations, the healer didn't have it as easily as them. His movement skill was similar to melee classes, meaning he ran on two feet.

His steps were light and fast. He didn't care about stamina since his movement skill ensured he'd not waste too much of it. There was also a slight barrier around him, which would block any attack. Read the full story at m-vl-em,pyr

Alas, it only worked once.

BANG!

As that barrier shattered, the healer felt Jake's cold breath on his neck.

'How did he break my barrier so fast? He must have released a fast arrow!' The healer thought. He felt sour that his ultimate defense had stopped Jake for only seconds.

A heavy blow landed on his back—it was a kick.

The man tumbled forward and rolled on the ground. A sharp pain spread on his head, telling him that his opponent mercilessly assailed him while he could do nothing about it.

It must have been an arrow, the healer thought.

If he wasn't equipped with expensive equipment and accessories, he would have died.

'It's okay! I can survive a few more blows! I am a bait, after all!' the healer told himself. He put his palm on the wound he'd received and healed it to stop the bleeding.

He wanted to survive as much as possible.

He even taunted Jake to mess with him and force the archer to waste time.

That, however, didn't work against Jake.

"You're boring," he said.

The healer's insults clogged up his throat.

"I can't progress my archery with you as my opponent. Just die,' Jake said. He released an arrow in Formless Soldier Form, killing the healer in a single release.

The man turned into particles.

That was when the forest exploded in mana. Various magic skills swept through its floor like an avalanche, sniffing for mana their users hated the most—Jake's mana.

In a single move, all arrows around Jake were obliterated.

Worse, he had fallen trap to Quento's magic as he had used his healer as bait! This method had allowed him to channel his mana for more than a single wall, causing a box of invisible walls to wrap around Jake.

He stood still, feeling the foreign mana pressing onto him.

The invisible walls started shrinking.

Quento and his teammates loudly celebrated. "He can't escape that!"

There was absolutely no way for Jake to escape that trap! Even if those people didn't know about every Jake's movement skill prerequisite, they were on the spot.

Jake couldn't use his teleportation to free himself.

He looked down.

He suddenly whipped out a small bottle of vodka.

"What?!"

"This guy brought alcohol to the tournament?!"

"Is he serious?!"

Jake arched his head back, washing his throat with a delicious poison. He took out a mana potion as a chaser, emptying it in one go.

His drunk level returned back to one hundred percent.

He also regenerated his mana points.

It was such a rapid regeneration that anyone peeking at Jake's stats would call him more unfair than The Heavy Spree and The Golden Lotus Alliance.

The invisible box pressed Jake, then.

The concept was new and budding. Quento didn't think he'd turn Jake into a pulp of blood, but at least his magic should break his bones and force him to give up on the bow.

It would secure their victory!

Jake knelt on one knee and raised his arms as though protecting himself from the giant's palm pressing at him from above.

He closed his eyes and calmly breathed.

'This trap will disable me if I keep it on for too long. Can he do that?' Jake questioned Quento's capabilities. He didn't know how far this mage could go, and betting on luck wasn't Jake's style.

He opened his eyes.

[You have assimilated with Wukong.]

[Wukong has entered the battle.]

[Five minutes of cooldown has been applied.]

[Your stats have been updated.]

[Your stats have been updated.]

'I have much more cards than all of you,' Jake thought as he strained to stand up. His raw show of strength left Quento, his teammates, and the crowd stupefied.

He was trembling from head to toe.

On the other hand, the invisible box creaked.

A few cracks popped on it.

"Impossible," Quento whispered.

BANG!

The trap broke into a thousand pieces.

Jake straightened his back amidst those shards swirling around him.

He said, "You can't trap a joker with such a cheap trick."