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

When she spoke those words, Casual Clowns once again walked into the middle of the arena.

Their equipment and weapons looked brand new.

Each member decided to wear their masks again as well.

After perching in the middle of the scene, Jake and his friends raised their hands and waved at everyone gathered in the crowd. They were submerged in cheers and various comments.

The enthusiasm of North America\'s fans was so high that any hateful or sarcastic words had absolutely no penetration power. Most people in the arena were content with Casual Clowns representing them in The International Event.

"Joker! Don\'t you dare reveal your face in The International Tournament!"

"Huh? Why? Oh! Yeah! Don\'t you dare!"

"But Damien Twice should take off that mask and smile at us!" many female fans screamed those words, regardless of their age.

Damien only swayed his index finger left and right, making them breathless. The rest of the team received comments from the fans, more or less.

Last Coin was nervous and stressed that most eluded them. He caught a few people commenting on his Apocalypse Skill, causing him to look ahead and decisively nod.

He\'d come to terms with the fact that this skill was what would make him the strongest. Apocalypse\'s growth was seemingly boundless, as Last Coin could stuff infinite skills inside.

His weakness was his prowess, understanding of each skill, and mana.

I Come In Peace was the teammate with the least support from the audience. His death was eclipsed by SWalker\'s final attack that he had conjured in a near-death state.

People suspected that Shaw was one of the clowns without any special skills. He could be said to be cannon fodder that each team inevitably had.

Shaw, however, didn\'t let any of those get into his head. He stared at his girlfriend, noticing she was relieved and happy about the outcome.

\'This much is enough, right?\' he asked himself. His heart momentarily ached with pain.

While everyone was wrapping their heads around comments, Jake stood still. People would have noticed his blank expression if it weren\'t for his mask.

He stood like a marionette.

\'I don\'t remember anything at all!\' Jake inwardly screamed. \'From what others told me, I must have used The Feather Step perfectly! I can\'t recall stomping someone to death… and Sin was even amazed at my swordsmanship! What swordsmanship?! Skidding on the cloud? That\'s even possible?!

And that teleportation to the arrow\'s shadow! I thought about that but didn\'t have time to practice it! I really used that concept already?! Without any training?! I didn\'t stumble upon anything or land first face in the ground?! Why did Mary message me, telling me she\'s the real alpha wolf and the wildest?!

I can\'t let this idiot find out about Elizabeth! Heck that, what does she mean by that?!\'

So many questions crossed Jake\'s mind that his body didn\'t keep up with them.

Lost and confused, he stood still. \'It\'s joever… I don\'t even know if I did something else… I must really watch the tournament\'s recordings and study them so that I will be able to stay clear-headed with a drunk level high!\'

That sounded so stupid that Jake sighed.

It was fantastic to have a talent for archery, but Jake needed to find a way to unlock it without getting drunk or at least lower the drunk level to unlock it! Was his talent even related only to archery?

The fact that he broke through Hans\' swordsmanship and even found an angle to lop off his hand left Jake confused and shocked about his talent.

Was this Dionysus\' blood? It couldn\'t be!

"It\'s time to get off the stage," Damien said.

Believing in his stage experience, everyone followed his advice and left the scene. There was an hour\'s break before The Sixth Division took over the scene.

It wasn\'t even evening, so there was enough time for that.

Sin stopped and turned around once the team was away from the crowd\'s eyes.

She smacked Jake\'s head.

It was a heavy chop that made his headache.

"No more calling me a babe," she said.

Jake replied, "It was a drunk me."

"Still you," Sin replied.

Damien hollered.

Though his laughter may have been too much for an average person, someone\'s steps resounded far and wide within the corridor.

Jake was familiar with this effect.

Just like he\'d thought, A Game Master appeared before them.

It was Bellamende.

She smiled at Casual Clowns and personally congratulated them on winning the tournament. She said everyone played a significant role and that their teamwork was similar to that of a team with years of experience.

"I much prefer sending you to the international continent than players from those two teams which schemed together," Bellamende said, sounding relieved. It took her a few seconds to turn excited once again. "Europe and Asia\'s Seventh Divisions\' matches have concluded as well. You\'ll have to face much more demanding opponents soon enough."

"That much is expected," Damien said. The rest agreed.

Bellamende smiled. "The viewership of each Seventh Division has gone beyond our expectations. There\'s a chance we will change the game, introduce new rules, and test a few more things in The International Tournament. I suggest you only research about your next opponents without delving into the game\'s mechanics."

Casual Clowns nodded.

"You have a few days to rest and study your next opponents. Also, there\'s a high chance The International Tournament will happen on the same day as The Award Ceremony before it. It\'s Asian\'s Game Master\'s idea, and it seems Europe\'s Game Master took fancy to it. All expenses will be covered by us."

Jake asked, "Where will The Award Ceremony occur?"

"Europe, Poland," Bellamende replied.

"Oh!" Jake exclaimed.