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

A ball of earth could be seen on the screen.

It had legs and arms, but six limbs sprouting from its back were the most horrifying and conspicuous point of the ball's image, drawing everyone's attention.

Those limbs resembled a spider's legs, meaning anyone would mistake this ball for a bug or call him a spider.

Damien was the same.

Sin reprimanded him. "Weren't you supposed to study tanks?"

"Ah, my dear sister! I would never disappoint you! I studied all but Oceania's Team! We're short on time, and I had important duties as a man! It's clear that the man's testosterone goes beyond scale after exercising, a dose of adrenaline, or even better, a thrilling victory! The man's testosterone and build is at such a peak that it's an art—"

"Quiet," Sin said. "You could have dealt with this issue in a minute!"

Jake, Justin, Arthur, and Shaw sucked in their lips not to burst out laughing. Last Coin had to turn off his camera, while the other boys didn't even bother hiding their reactions.

Damien arched his head back and looked at his sister as though she was a demon. "How could you even lie like that, my dear sister!"

"I don't know much about this stuff… but it should be quick for men," Sin coldly looked away.

"Shut up, you four!" Damien didn't have the heart to speak about it with his sister, so he focused on the rest of his team. They were laughing so much that keeping their lips shut was no longer possible.

"Ah, where are my dollars to wipe off this sweat?" Damien asked.

Jake coughed and looked at him. "Don't tell me you finish off on dollars?!"

"Hah! Guess?" Damien snickered.

This was enough to calm down everyone else.

The team returned to talk about their opponents from Oceania.

Jake sighed, "Since our tank didn't do his lesson, I will talk about them. Their tank is why the team won The Seventh Division Of Oceania's First Esports Tournament. His name is Rolling Thunder. He wraps himself in this earth armor and uses his six limbs to taunt his enemies. He can cast six taunts at once! On top of that, he's really tough.

If he focuses on a single person, it's joever for him. His team has three mages, two of which are earth mages. Those mages didn't use magic on him, so I think they have a secret combo with their tank and mages. A paladin and a swordsman are a couple, and the final members of their team—Kangaroo Stole My Beer!"

He didn't do any more research.

The rest of the team nodded.

"Their name is funny!" Shaw laughed. "We should have made a funny name, too!"

"It's too late for that," Arthur replied.

Damien asked, "Ya gotta problem with our name, son?"

"Since when am I your son?! No, I don't! And no thanks! Me no your son!" Shaw asked.

Jake chuckled, "Who now? Two left."

"Africa!" El said.

Jake clicked on the link.

The African Team appeared on the screen.

Sin took over the microphone, "This is a team that has three shamans. This class is a combination of a mage and a healer. In the African Continent, the shaman's magic depends on totems. A wooden totem they summon is related to a healer class, while an iron totem is for offensive skills. Three of them have extraordinary coordination and formations with their totems.

We have to watch out for a player named Ajed Black. My intuition tells me he's not a mere shaman."

"Never question a woman's intuition, boys!" Damien added.

Sin retorted, "Keep your compliments to your girlfriend."

Shaw whispered, "Lmao."

This team belonged to the top guild of the African Continent, Ogun. In addition to three shamans, the team also had two tanks, a thief, and a club user.

It meant that Europe's team was last.

Jake clicked on the link and revealed The Europe's Team to his friends—Blue Union.

Last Coin snatched the microphone, "This team has three melee users—a swordsman, a spearsman, and a lance user. Their front has two tanks. On the backline, they have a healer and a mage… the mage is the problem."

He sounded worried. "I tried to understand her magic, but I can't. I haven't seen that in the game, so I can't use my mana sense to see through her, either… I tried to research chain magic, but nothing is similar to what she wields. She's a single mage, like me, but I can see her doing much more than me. I could match her in Apocalypse, but that skill drains so much mana that it's a last resort!"

On the screen, Casual Clowns stared at a purple-haired woman. She held a staff with chains dangling on its upper end. Her chains snaked past everyone on the battlefield, severely limiting them. It was not just the movement that she limited, as each player in her domain felt too burdened.

Their indignation toward her could be seen on their faces.

Their feelings seemingly eluded her as she gazed back at them with a confident expression. Her lips were curved into a condescending smile.

It was unknown what her powers encompassed, as her guild ensured the information wouldn't be leaked.

"The Meredith. That's her nickname and a mage we must be wary of," Last Coin said.

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Other teams were also engaged in a heated conversation about their potential opponents.

It was important to note the strongest players and who had to be eliminated first.

Therefore, the same question had been asked in their circles—who do we look out for in North America's team?

The Witch smiled beneath her pointy hat and whispered, "Joker."

Ajed Black merrily laughed as he crossed his arms, "Joker!"

Rolling Thunder licked his lips, "Joker."

Shiro cracked her knuckles. "Joker! I want to defeat his crap archery so much! It's so weak that he even uses a bow as a sword and calls it archery! He's mine! I swear to kill him and knock out his fake swordsmanship out of his head!"

The Meredith closed her eyes, "Archer."