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

Chapter 217: The First Esports Tournament — Seventh Division (22)

While Jake bowed, sending his regards to the fallen assassin, the rest of his enemies channeled their mana and long projectile skills again.

Colors representing each element filled Jake's background.

Rumbling entered his ears as though gigantic worms had made their way toward him. He heard a sharp wind wave atop those worms rushing at him like maddened horses. Fire howled, hastening the wind's magic. Lightning had also found a way to mix with the rest, cracking in the forms of simple yet dangerous bolts.

Jake's answer was simple.

He teleported away, laughing at his opponents. He stood still, not too far away from their left.

"Don't run out of steam, lovely mages! Your love is burning out too much!" Jake laughed aloud. "I love your magic, just because destroying it with my archery feels good! If there's no love and passion, there's no satisfaction! Shameless idiots like you deserve a good pounding, too, so chin up and focus!"

"He's provoking us to attack him with this crap! Don't fall for it!" Quento screamed. His team's healer calmly joined his hands and called forth skills to increase mana regeneration.

A soft, cool zone embraced the mages, blessing them with mana regeneration.

Meanwhile, Jake narrowed his eyes. 'A tank and a swordsman left from the melee group. These two are closely sticking with the group of mages, and the loud guy must be the reason. He creates invisible walls, which are quite tough. I don't see them separating from the rest anytime soon… so I must create a stage!'

On the other side, Quento spoke to his team. "You guys know about his movement skills?!"

"How?! I only know one archer in this game—Grin Grid! No one else! I don't even know what more he can do!" a mage from The Golden Lotus Guild replied.

The rest said similar things.

Even Quento didn't know what skills archers learned from the statues.

He couldn't see through Jake's teleportation prerequisites! How could he so freely teleport?

That weighed the most in his mind.

"He has to be caught in my barrier magic! We must stop him before he wears us down with his arrows!" Quento couldn't believe his words. For the first time in his career, he told himself and his people that arrows could defeat them! He was so clueless about archers that it hurt him!

Quento suddenly exclaimed! "He's coming at us!"

"He put his bow into his inventory! What is he planning?!" Hans added.

His tank teammate screamed. "He's skidding!"

That was when the familiar pressure went through them.

Each alliance member felt like a pack of wolves surrounded them, sniffing and licking them. It was like they were marked and exposed to them, suddenly turned into succulent targets.

'Is this perception skill?! What has he marked us for?! What does he see?!' Hans asked himself.

Running at them like a madman, Jake seemed to be keen on answering those questions. He was sliding on the ground as he used his movement skill's passive skill. He was faster this way and much more versatile. Of course, the first weakness that popped into everyone's heads was that Jake couldn't stop abruptly!

It was impossible for humans to just stop during their run.

It was, however, possible in the game world.

But with Jake's mechanic, he absolutely couldn't stop himself!

Hans clenched his sword's hilt tightly. 'That's wrong! He can teleport anyway! We must find a weakness in his teleport and see through him! It doesn't help us to lock our perception on him as he has seemingly unlimited range!'

When Jake entered Hans' range, he teleported away.

Hans screamed. "I freaking knew it!"

Jake was behind the group.

This time, however, he teleported and immediately began setting up the stage. He whipped a few arrows out of his inventory and started throwing them at his enemies.

Those arrows lacked strength but were fast.

In fact, their speed caused the enemies to suspect and be worried about them.

Jake then chucked one of his arrows up to the skies.

He teleported to it and threw it down.

Quento's eyes widened.

He screamed. "It's the arrows! He can teleport to the arrows!"

It clicked within them now.

Everything suddenly made sense!

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Arrows.

Archer's prowess and weakness were his arrows!

Hanging above the team, Jake's lips curved up. Only the viewers could see this smile as he faced his enemies with his back. The representatives of The Heavy Spree and The Golden Lotus felt bad precognition while the rest of the crowd couldn't wait to see what Jake had cooked up.

They were right.

'I wanted you… to see through that, dears,' Jake thought.

As he dangled above, the enemies below locked their perception skills on Jake's arrows. Area magic unfolded to sweep all arrows in a single move!

Amidst this tornado of colors, an orange glow of flames sparked.

Jake sneered.

[The Archer's Flow(Epic)—a movement skill that allows the user to teleport to his arrow's shadows so long as the arrows are in the user's perception bubble.]

Like Jake wanted, the flame magic stretched the arrows' shadows toward the swordsman. He knew what mage used flames the most and positioned them so he would cast shadows onto the swordsman.

Without knowing that he was on Jake's stage, the swordsman sneered. He could feel a victory! He could feel that the worst opponent he could have ever faced in this tournament was about to die!

It all changed when Jake's presence entered his perception bubble.

A shock and bewilderment wrapped him.

It was unbelievable.

'What is he doing here? I sense no arrow around me! Are we wrong?!' Hans thought as he stood still, stunned. No skill immobilized him—his feelings did.

The sweet taste of incoming victory turned bitter, making him feel like trash.

Jake's punch blackened his vision.

The swordsman had finally been separated from the team, whether it was against his wish or not.