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

Casual Clowns discussed their plan.

It was reckless.

Last Coin often raised his doubts and concerns about it, but the rest of the team had decided that it was time to be reckless. It was their turn to raid others.

With the records in their hands, it'd be better for them to wait for others.

Yet, Jake was sure that it was what others believed in.

With his record of creating a mini battle royal game between the seventh floor's participants, Jake's battle lust reached its peak.

"Justin. You're the strongest," Jake said as he stood up.

Last Coin looked up. "…I am."

Everyone believed in him, so Justin embraced his new role and believed in himself a lot. He was crucial to their new plan, and others supported him.

The rest of the team smiled at them.

It was now waiting time.

The second the two portals appeared beside Casual Clowns, Jake whipped out his legendary record.

[You have used A Legendary Record Of The Battlefield.]

[You're summoned to your seventh floor.]

[Rolling Thunder, The First Witch, and The Meredith have been summoned to your seventh floor along with their statues.]

An unknown mana slithered around Jake.

He stared at his teammates. "I'll see you soon."

It was an ambiguous declaration.

Would he see them in the tournament or in the theater?

His friends nodded at him before leaving the tower.

Their plan to win the entire international tournament commenced!

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Out of nowhere, the remaining best players of The International Tournament gathered in one room. Each stood in front of their statue, checking on each other.

Jake stood with his arms crossed, his eyes resting on his ally in this peculiar scenario—The First Witch.

Though allies they may not have been before, the battle royal circumstances allowed the four of them to choose their allies and enemies.

Jake's intense stare might have been misunderstood by the viewers but not by The Witch Of Veni Vidi Vici. She stared back at him, finding within his gaze that he wasn't interested in fighting her.

Instead, he covertly suggested he'd take The Meredith.

Because of their circumstances, Veni Vidi Vici had the most players alive. Blue Union was two players short, and so were Casual Clowns.

Rolling Thunder's team had only a paladin and a swordsman couple left.

Eastern True Dragons had only a ninja left, but he wasn't a problem as his statue could be easily destroyed.

Ogun were gone.

'I can only count on my love birds,' Rolling Thunder thought. He knew he was the sturdiest man in this international tournament and could survive the most.

Alas, he had studied The Meredith's magic and figured out she could somehow turn off people's skills. She could strip him of his earth armor and attack him with chain magic.

The second player he didn't want to deal with was The Witch. Her cauldron could store people, so the chances of her putting him into her cauldron were high.

If he were to fall into that trap, he'd lose.

'It makes Joker the best opponent for me,' Rolling Thunder cast his eyes on Jake. 'He's agile and strong, but catching him into my taunt combo shouldn't be difficult in this limited space! A single taunt is enough to have him dance on my palm!'

That was when the temperature of the seventh floor rose.

Rolling Thunder gasped.

He turned his eyes toward the source of it, finding a woman gazing back at him. Her eye shone while the other was hidden beneath her large, pointy hat.

Before her stood a cauldron. It wasn't small but also wasn't big enough to cover her entirely.

'You seriously want to fight me?! Not a mage like yourself?!' Rolling Thunder inwardly exclaimed as he had sensed by now that The Witch had put her crosshair on him. Find adventures at m_v l|e'm-p| y r

He was her target.

Her cauldron bubbled with orange-red liquid, which looked like poison or perhaps mellowed lava. It took her a second to conjure and animate her magic as mini spiders hooked their limbs on the edges of her cauldron before emerging from it to land on the floor.

A small army of spiders marched toward Rolling Thunder.

"Someone thinks that tanks are all about taunts!" Rolling Thunder's voice thundered across the seventh floor. He activated his skill, wrapping himself in earth armor. It was particularly odd to see him summoning earth pieces out of nowhere, but perhaps he had stored them in his inventory.

He became a ball of earth with six arms!

"I'll roll you to death," he declared.

The First Witch smiled. "Are you offended because I summoned an army? Feeling bad that you can't use taunt on my magic? I went for spiders because they can create webs, you braindead tank."

Rolling Thunder blinked.

Meanwhile, Jake and Meredith were locked in a staring contest.

'She looks so unapproachable,' Jake thought. He was somewhat associated with cold and confident expressions on women because Sin attuned him to them, but Meredith induced such an inaccessible aura that Jake couldn't really read her.

If Jake hadn't met her before in real life, he would have thought she was a different person.

Meredith stood still in her mage outfit. It was particularly striking.

She wore long over-knee heels and fishnet knee socks. A long, blue dress stretched around her except her front, where she showcased the most alluring part of her legs—the thigh gap. Those thighs were busting out of her equipment, which made her legs look quite succulent.

A black corset held her dress and white blouse; the latter was elegant, while the former pushed out her ample chest, highlighting their presence.

She also wore arm sleeves. In her right hand, she clenched a long staff atop which black and golden chains dangled.

Her purple hair was unrestrained and freely framed her little head. Her red eyes reflected Jake's mask.

He smiled.

It was his compelling smile.

Meredith's straight and cold lips twitched, momentarily melting into an odd smile.

Before long, she arched her head back, returning to her aloof countenance, and activated her chain magic.