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

He received the same debilitating system notifications as his friend Shaw—his life was in jeopardy!

[SWalker Lv. 30 HP: 891/3200 MP: 555/1200]

It'd take a miracle to make it to the broken oasis and receive help from Sin. He'd received such heavy damage at once that he couldn't move and exposed himself more to the crippling sand.

It felt like half of his body was getting gnawed or prickled by monsters.

SWalker had never felt it before, yet he managed to keep composure as he strained to wrench himself away from this environment.

His struggles were non-existent.

He was stunned.

No will could free him from this effect—only a third party or a skill could.

'It must be painful for you, Shaw,' SWalker thought, 'You're the only one without any special skill. You kept with us despite that, and our teamwork and quick decision-making against the mages made me feel much closer to you. We're going first together but will not go down without paying them back!'

SWalker was fortunate enough to create his own skill.

The Enemy.

It made him stronger the less stamina he had.

With low stamina, he could become even faster than over-buffed Shaw with all his strengthening skills!

In this scalding environment, SWalker's stamina had fallen significantly low. He also received ten times bigger explosion first-face, meaning the mages had cut down his stamina bar even more!

The Enemy had never been fed with so many resources.

SWalker was never in such a pitiful situation, either.

He wanted to stand up.

He wanted to unleash the last skill—Asta Mana Sword!

'The Enemy can do that!' SWalker shouted.

That was when he felt something crawling on his right arm—the arm buried deep in the sand.

Despite being in the desert, it felt warm and pleasant.

'Blood…' SWalker inwardly said. It could only be his blood.

It trickled from his opened wounds, going down his right side. His blood latched onto his skin and dried, turning into something SWalker would never expect.

The system message flashed before his eyes.

[The Enemy has evolved.]

[You have unlocked a new skill—Blood Skin(Epic)]

[Blood Skin(Epic)—the more blood you lose, the more you can sheathe yourself in Blood Skin. Its properties allow you to ignore all debuffs. Blood Skin naturally increases your endurance by 220%]

SWalker's right hand's fingers twitched.

He received back his control despite still being stunned!

His entire right side could move!

His mask cracked as the unique effect of The Enemy stretched toward it. His white, seemingly simple mask turned into a crimson-black mask of a jester demon, ridiculing the entire world and its weakness.

Relying on the new skill, SWalker yanked his sword from the desert. He didn't spare his arm a glance as his eyes were locked on the gap in the oasis!

That said, SWalker's arm appeared demonic. It was black due to the dried blood. Blood flowing through his veins was visible on the black skin, making him look like a human who abandoned his sanity and humanity.

He was indeed like a demon.

"WE ARE NOT DONE YET! THIS IS OUR LAST ATTACK! THE SCYTHE OF THE ENEMY!" SWalker screamed through the voice chat.

Still lying on the sand, he threw his sword behind him to make a horizontal slash. In most cases, The Enemy would have turned his sword into a heavy one requiring tons of strength to lift.

But because of the Blood Skin, SWalker didn't feel any weight.

He only felt the immense strength coming from it as his skill sheathed it in dried blood. Only at this moment did he realize that he truly had the arm of a demon.

SWalker swung his sword.

A clean, horizontal slash swept through the desert.

It cut open half of the oasis.

It was like the base was made out of paper!

Standing across Casual Clowns, Untamed were obviously the target of it. The mages' mana barriers overlapped while the healer assisted them with his buffs.

Their faces were pale and nervous.

BANG!

Once their defensive zone shattered into thousands of blue shards, the expressions of Untamed Seventh's backline fell into utter depression, now ashen and sick.

Meanwhile, SWalker's Joker Mask cracked open.

He stared ahead with a beaming smile until he died.

-

SWalker appeared in a black room.

In this rare case, he wasn't alone.

Shaw was sitting on a bench, his eyes plastered to the floating screen.

He turned around and faintly smiled at SWalker. "What's the name of that skill?"

"The Scythe Of The Enemy," SWalker replied as he walked to sit beside his friend.

Shaw opened his eyes and lips wide.

He looked so surprised that he looked like a clown.

He suddenly grew red and looked down. "Uh… is it because of me?"

"Yeah, it was our attack." SWalker patted Shaw's shoulder. "If it weren't for their scheme, we would have won against them. Next time, we won't lose."

Shaw raised his eyes and nodded.

He said, "Yeah… we will win the international tournament!"

SWalker chuckled.

He also believed in his friends.

Shaw smiled, "Your appearance was so epic! Like a demon!"

"Really?" SWalker asked.

"Yeah!" Shaw replied, "I was really jealous! No longer, tho!"

"Haha!" SWalker grinned.

These two turned around and checked on their team.

Now that the mages and a healer were defenseless, Jake and Last Coin should be able to finish the job!

-

[I Come In Peace has died.]

[SWalker has died.]

Two of Casual Clowns have died.

It was such an unexpected loss that Last Coin couldn't come to terms with it. He stared ahead, his eyes blank. He didn't know what to feel and what to do.

He was so lost.

Jake's voice promptly woke him up. "They're defenseless! Prince! A few seconds is enough! Don't let these two get in our way!"

Prince shouted, "Get their healer first so I can dance more with their tank!"

Jake turned to the side, staring at Last Coin. "Let's do it."

"Do… what?" Last Coin asked.

Jake smirked. "My strongest release and your wind. Propel my arrow with your magic, Coin!"

Without waiting for Coin's words, Jake spread his legs and straightened his back, entering Formless Soldier Form. His strongest form required his bow to be longer and broader.

'He looks even cooler now,' Last Coin thought.

Stirred by Jake's immediate action and composure, Last Coin faced the enemies across him and put his left hand on his right wrist. He touched the magical orb hidden within his sleeve.

'I must evolve, too. We don't want more losses!' Last Coin inwardly said. "I will combine wind and electricity!"

"Good!" Jake replied as he used his Death's Lock, imagining the trajectory of his arrows.

He believed so much in Last Coin that the man blushed and smiled.

'I hope I look as cool as him now,' Last Coin thought. 'Enough of those pointless thoughts. Jake's arrows have mana. He told me each element has mana so that arrows are as strong as possible. The four blades, the arrow's spine, and even the fletching arrow have mana! I can sense it.

I must use the wind to blend with Jake's trajectory and create a tunnel. The electricity is naturally fast, which makes each electric skill originally fast. I don't need to add damage to his arrow, but convert the lightning bolt into a speed bonus! Just like I convert various ingredients in a cauldron during alchemy, I must put that into practice with Jake's arrow!'

Jake and Last Coin's perception stretched forward.

These two knew their target.

Last Coin also knew what Jake wanted to hit.

The latter's perception would help him match with Jake's trajectory.

Before the arrow had been released, Last Coin took a curt glance into Jake's eyes.

That was when Jake's magic occurred.

Like Richard, Last Coin was sucked into Jake's trance. He could only see Jake and his target. There was a clear trajectory line between them, which could be only followed by an arrow.

But because Jake welcomed Last Coin's help, the young man unconsciously could add his magic to Jake's trajectory line.

The wind carpet unfolded at the same time Jake had released the arrow.

It rolled forward along with Jake's arrow.

When the lightning bolt's sparks popped around it, the arrow suddenly accelerated, its speed going beyond what low-level players like Jake and Last Coin could witness.

It happened in an instant.

BANG!

The healer squeezed between Rothlord and Waifu Trainer abruptly disappeared.

The two mages gulped down and glanced at their minimaps.

A small dot of their teammate could be seen outside their territory!

'He… he pushed him off the island!' Rothlord exclaimed.

Waifu Trainer trembled. 'We're in the island's dead center! What's up with their speed and strength?!'

Last Coin and the rest of the team were bewildered as well.

'How did I do that? Eh?' Last Coin asked himself. He didn't know how he matched Jake's trajectory so well and even when he'd used his skills!

Impassive, Jake said, "Next."

Last Coin looked into his eyes.

Jake's talent overwhelmed Last Coin's talent, taking him as support to his archery.

These two repeated the miracle two times, proving to the world that it was not a fluke.

AxBeast gazed at Jake.

He shivered.

Behind that black mask were the jade eyes that he feared and respected.

The eyes of the beast of Untamed, Mary November!

Jake said, "Let's finish the rest. This guy's behavior pisses me off."

AxBeast clenched his axe and raised up his guard.

He, however, couldn't even react to the buffed arrow.

When it hit his head, it felt like a monster's claw had caught his face and steamrolled him off the island.

Untamed Seventh were defeated on that day.

Their battle, however, wasn't as one-sided as Casual Clowns wanted.