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

[You have killed Shiro Lv. 30]

[You have received a record(legendary).]

[You have received a large health potion.]

Jake picked up a loot unique to this ground. One was a potion, much bigger than any potion he had drank before.

He desperately washed his throat with its red liquid, hoping to regenerate health points as fast as possible.

He was an archer, so he didn't need that much mana, provided he could remain safely in the backlines. That should be the case now, as Jake's teammates and the rest of the participants were engaged in their battles.

The second item was a record.

[A Legendary Record Of The Battlefield—the user can forcefully summon other participants to your floor for a mini royal game. The other participants will match your floor, meaning if your statue is on the first floor, you will summon all other towers' first-floor statues and their players.]

That's not fair at all. I guess my kill on Shiro is the first kill of the international tournament. Otherwise, I don't see why I would get such a powerful card. I need to talk about it with others.

Jake threw the record into his inventory.

He stood up and rolled his head on his neck. I'll kill others from shadows now.

Jake used the voice chat feature to ask Arthur and Shaw about their circumstances. Since they were away from their tower, this feature was now only available to three of them.

Arthur replied, "You defeated Shiro. Well done." Experience exclusive tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

"Thanks. Yeah. I don't see any mention of her death, so this information is fortunately kept a secret," Jake said.

Arthur chuckled. "The ninja guy is gone. He was buying time, perhaps waiting for Shiro to defeat you, so I didn't get a chance to warm up. Shaw, how's it on your end? You also ran to the forest."

Shaw hadn't replied.

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Give me a few seconds, guys! I can't defeat this guy without revealing my new skills, so I had to lure him to the forest like Jake did with that white-haired chick! He's much more cautious than her!

Shaw held his spear tightly.

Blood trickled down his lips.

A few cuts marred his equipment and mask.

His yellow eyes remained full of light and vigor, however.

Now that we're alone, you're dead, Eastern Dragon. You have been looking down on me yet remained cautious to the extreme. I respect that… but I also hate how you stare at me!

It was as though Eastern True Dragon's spearman didn't want to spend too much time on Shaw. Had it not been for his cautious nature, he would have complained or lurched at him with his strongest by now.

That was because Shaw was deemed the weakest of Casual Clowns.

Shaw understood it well.

It didn't mean he hadn't done anything to fix that.

Moreover, he turned that weakest title into his strength!

That was when the spearman's eyes widened.

Finally realized that your core teammate is down? Shaw's eyes gleamed. He bolted at his opponent, seizing the chance.

He wasn't faster nor used any special movement skill, keeping his foe's wariness at the same level. While it looked like Shaw was merely relying on good timing to strike down his opponent, he had changed gears and activated his newest skill.

His hands holding the spear's shaft melted into it.

He became with his weapon.

[You have used The Epic Skill—Living Weapon.]

[Your primary weapon's stats have been updated.]

[Your primary weapon's stats have blended with your character's stats.]

[Your stats have been updated.]

He disappeared, only to reappear before his opponent.

This sudden growth of stats had allowed Shaw to break the limits of his level thirty!

Taken aback, the enemy spearman didn't have enough time to react to this!

PRAYING MANTIS—SPEAR FLASH!

The combo began with a thrust, then seamlessly switched to a cut before blooming into a long slash. The best part was that Shaw was so strong and fast that he could repeat the combination every three seconds, turning himself into a yellowish-green beast rapidly cleaving his opponent.

Shaw relied on his new state—Living Weapon- to make it even more unreadable. He twisted his hands, wrists, and forearms so much that he performed cuts and slashes impossible for humans!

FASTER! STRONGER! BETTER!

Each slash, cut, and thrust represented his feelings. Each drop of blood he spilled stirred him more.

All cards had been laid out.

There was nothing more he could do.

Which was why Shaw gave it all to defeat his opponent.

He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend, friends, and himself!

Finally, he drew a long sweep and thrust his spear into the spearman's stomach. Shaw skewered him on his blade and raised to look at him trapped on his blade.

That said, he only saw blue particles swirling around his blade's end and blood dripping down its shaft.

Eastern True Dragon's Spearman was gone.

Shaw soloed him like a boss.

-

"Shaw! Where are you?!" Arthur shouted in the voice chat. He couldn't use the minimap to find his friend because of the battlefield's unique limitations.

After a few minutes, Shaw replied, "I'm done with the spearman. Need a hand with the ninja?"

Arthur sneered. "Don't make us worried. Rather than a hand, we need a nose. If you can sniff him out, then expand your nostrils, you bastard."

Shaw chuckled. "I'm not so used to your laid-back attitude! I'm not a dragon slayer yet, so can't sniff em' ninjas yet!"

Jake smiled. "Good job on dealing with the spearman. Eastern True Dragons are said to be a team without any weak point, so we did a nice service to everyone."

"Thanks, and you too, Jake," Shaw broadly smiled.

The three clowns met at the rendezvous point behind the trees. From this spot, they could see other battlefields. They also didn't expose their victory over Eastern True Dragon's Guild.

The ninja kept his mouth zipped about it, too.

"Ya got a record?" Jake asked.

"Yep! Here," Shaw replied.