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

Chapter 221: The First Esports Tournament — Seventh Division (26)

Jake jumped up.

He was like magic, unrestrained by any law. He flew up like a feather and took over the skies.

No one below him could shoot him.

He used the forest's canopy to his advantage, covering his presence behind thick branches and leaves.

'Three left,' he thought. His Vision told him the exact location of his opponents and that three of them stood close to each other to overlap their mana barriers.

Their mana was at such lowest that this was the only possible means of defense.

They could no longer use their mana step to avoid direct confrontation with Jake. Their resources allowed them to refill a few mana health points, but that would take time.

Jake's regeneration was on another level, to say nothing of him having potions.

He drank them and relished the taste of wine.

'I can use the force of gravity to break into their defense zone. They must expect that since I killed their assassin in this way,' Jake sneered. It was fine. They didn't know what would come after his fall.

Jake started plummeting in the mages' direction as if someone had turned on a vacuum.

They expected him to come as their leftovers of mana went up to their staves. They'd attack Jake the second he appeared in their earshot.

BANG!

Jake landed on the defensive bubble.

He broke it through the combination of his stats and gravity.

It was such a heavy fall that the ground shook upon him making contact with the forest's floor. The mages, however, didn't lose their balance, and each had pointed their weapon at him.

"CHAIN OF LIGHTNING!"

Lightning snapped from their staves, snaking their way toward Jake. It was a strong, single-target lightning skill famous for its speed and erratic angle.

Drawing his highest anchor, Jake shouted, "FORMLESS SOLDIER FORM—RELEASE!"

BANG!

His arrow ignored the lightning attacks and went straight at the mages. His landing before release ensured that Jake could take them down in a single arrow, as each stood next to the other, and he was on their side!

The first mage got his head pierced. He was forcefully yanked toward his friend's direction. The arrow slipped into and out his skull so effortlessly that the second mage also received a full damage blow.

Both were skewered by a single arrow.

When it hit Quento, the dull sound resounded.

The two corpses fell onto him and then slid down before bursting into particles.

At the same time, the lightning magic hit Jake.

It exploded on him, slicing through his arms and chest. His leather armor opened in a few places, leaking out blood. He coughed a mouthful of it, too.

"You must have an endurance skill, no freaking doubt," Quento said. He walked forward. He stepped on Jake's arrow, which had killed his two friends, and broke it into pieces. Join the adventure on m-vl-e-mpyr

He wore his magic barrier on himself.

He shaped it into a silver glass armor.

His appearance would have looked cool had it not for his twisted expression. A few people, however, found this form thrilling, siding with him.

Quento was strong, regardless of the schemes he'd pulled off.

It was easier to have some sort of charisma with strength.

After approaching Jake, he pressed his armor helmet on his mask, glaring straight into his eyes. The scene looked straight from the movie, drawing a wave of cheers from the crowd.

"I really want to see your bastard face," he said.

Jake replied, "Aim for the mask next time, idiot."

Quento harrumphed. "You have lost this. I'm invincible in this armor. I'm a mage with the highest defense possible on our level! My mana's regeneration is naturally high, and the cooldown of my accessories is about to come. I will regenerate so much of my mana soon that I will stomp you with my thirty-level skills!"

Jake tilted his head, "Can you even land a single skill on me?"

Though he remained confident and cheeky, Jake's time was limited. He relied on his upgraded stats a lot, so losing Wukong's assimilation would lower his chances of victory.

Quento had the upper hand in this case.

Jake pushed the man away. "I'll put to test this armor of yours."

"HAHA!" Quento laughed. "You seriously think you can break through this evolution?! Fair! I'll make it exciting for the audience! Let's head to the open area!"

Like a boss, Quento walked out of the forest and took the spot in the middle of the even area.

He was too cocky.

Hanging in the skies, Jake dropped onto the ground and loaded his strongest release.

Quento sneered. "I was kidding, you moron. I already have regenerated my mana and will use the evolved mana barrier's skill, not a simple level thirty magic!"

He conjured a silver spear before himself. It was a dazzling weapon as the sun reflected on it.

It floated briefly before getting hurled at Jake by Quento's mana.

Jake loaded his strongest.

He let it go.

The Silver Spear and The Blunt Arrow met in the middle between them.

BANG!

Two objects ceased to exist after a short confrontation.

Quento widened his eyes.

Jake sneered. "If you want to use defensive magic in offensive, how about you at least make it spin? This spear's damage was too easy to see through!"

He pointed his bow at the skies.

He released the fast arrow, sending it way above the clouds and teleporting there.

In this sphere, Jake found it difficult to breathe.

He, however, was at peace.

'Yeah, it's over,' he thought. 'I have much more cards!'

He crumpled into Formless Soldier Form, his target low.

His bow's riser expanded.

It became like a weapon of a mini-giant—it was this huge.

Jake nocked his arrow and drew the highest anchor point.

He was trembling as he needed to use a lot of strength.

Everyone in the audience watched him with bated breath.

No one had seen a player drawing so much force in such a unique bow!

It was the first time for all of them!

This picture of a human taking the bow and the arrows to the top would remain in their hearts forever…

...and so its whistle.