Jake hung in the skies for a few seconds.


    ''This felt so good! He was so skilled! I want more—''


    His thoughts were cut by the naturalws of gravity. He forgot about his movement skill and was sent down as though someone had scissored invisible strings keeping him in the skies.


    Jake plummeted and hit the ground like a fool.


    In fact, he made a fool of himself.


    Which was what I Come In Peace wanted to prevent…


    Speaking of that man, his girlfriend had hopped off the crowd and entered thesmarea. She ran toward Jake as though she wanted to strangle him so it wouldn''t be weird if she tried to fight him after her boyfriend''s death.


    Peace stopped before Jake and heavily inhaled before shouting at him.


    She spat, "I know he thought that dying to you is worth one hundred gold coins! I could see that in his faint smile before his death! You two fought well and pushed each other to be stronger! But I will never forgive you for hurting his ass! His ass is mine! You understand?!


    And you too?!"


    Peace spun around, ring at everyone and anything that had eyes.


    She harrumphed.


    Jake smiled. "Tell him that those thrusts were astonishing. At times, I thought he''d really get me. It helped me be stronger, so I hope my ribbon of freedom also helped him. I want to fight against him again after we be stronger and level up more."


    "The ribbon of freedom? You guyse up with weird names for anything. He says that his final move is The Praying Mantis—Spear sh, but I''ll never be able to say that with a straight face. It''s not even a skill yet, as hecks something toplete it." Peace said as she crossed her arms. "I''ll pass him your words. I''m off to see him.


    He needs lots of cuddles!"


    "Yeah… I see…" Jake awkwardly replied. "That was cute. She also said embarrassing stuff to make people forget that I shot an arrow into his ass. Or maybe that''s her personality? Still cute."


    As Jake got jealous of I Come In Peace, the crowd stared at him.


    A few yers sided with Jake.


    "Archer! That was some dope stuff, bro!"


    "Yeah, what more do you have up in your store?!"


    "Where are thunders?! You can shoot thunder arrows, right?!"


    "Show us the power you used to snatch the legendary boss!"


    Jake stood up.


    He was bewildered to hear so many supportive and encouraging voices. He also stirred people''s hearts with his Joker Mask, as others had finally connected the dots about his identity.


    He smiled at them.


    The Joker Smile left a few breathless.


    "Just wait," Jake said.


    -


    "Lenz!" Randal shouted at the swordsman instructor. He''d approached Lenz together with the winner of the mini-event from the mage''s side.


    The swordsmen were also done with their smallpetition.


    Lenz and the winner of it observed Jake and his battle against the spearman yer.


    "What do you think of his movement skill?" Randal asked.


    Lenz briefly gazed at Randal before replying to him.


    He said, "Who will face Archer first?"


    Randal gulped down.


    It''d be better for Lenz''s yer to fight Archer first, as he should be strong enough to force him to reveal more cards. But what if Lenz''s yer were to win against Jake?


    Randal wouldn''t be able to verbally p Viktor''s face if that were the case!


    That Archer and Viktor would turn tails like rats they were and go back to their nests!


    Randal''s mind became a mess as he began thinking about it.


    Lenz smirked.


    He asked his yer something, then took the crown of their conversation.


    He said, "SWalker will fight him second. Even if Archer loses against SWalker, he will return and challenge a mage representative. You should know well why these two are doing this so openly."


    "You''re correct! They must fight us!" Randal''s face brightened upon this realization. How could he have forgotten about that? How could a mere archer make him forget about this crucial detail?!


    While these two instructors talked, SWalker strode to Randal''s yer.


    He asked him, "You look down on Archer?"


    "I don''t," the mage yer replied, shaking his head. His nickname was Last Coin.


    SWalker smiled as he put his hand on his sword''s hilt. "I''ll fight him seriously from the start. He deserves that."


    "You sounded so gant," Last Coin faintly smiled.


    SWalker was a confident man who followed a self-made knightly code.


    He replied, "A sword on my hip rolls me like that. I wouldn''t be surprised if my ancestors were actually some royalties from overseas."


    On the other hand, Last Coin appeared to be toonormal.


    He even had moments where he''d shyly smile and look away.


    "I see…" Last Coin replied.


    His response solidified SWalker''s image of him.


    That said, Last Coin was here because of his skills and talent. What he had learned and proficiently used turned him into a powerful mage. Behind thatnormal, shy man was a mage monster whose talent had yet to blossom.


    "Last Coin!"


    "SWalker."


    The two instructors approached their yers.


    Lenz began, "It looks like Archer can teleport only to his arrows. I''ve confirmed that suspicion with Randal over here."


    Randal nodded. "He also can use his bizarre skidding movement for six seconds before it wears off."


    SWalker added, "He should have the skill to breach the time limit. He used it too many times after Peace''s boyfriend''s final card. What if he went to the skies because that skill''s cooldown was about to be over?"


    Lenz and Randal agreed with the yer''s assumption.


    It was a good detail that he''d noticed.


    Last Coin weakly chimed in, "His mana significantly increased after that… I think he used some kind of strengthening buff on himself."


    Lenz said, "Don''t forget about his bow and his bond with it. He can always extend either end while wielding it. He hadn''t done that, possibly because he was saving this card for a crucial moment. He''s a one-of-a-kind archer with his movement skills and the bow. Treat it as your real test. Regardless of how you do, I''ll help you draw conclusions from that duel and improve your swordsmanship."


    SWalker bowed to the instructor. "Thank you, Sir Lenz. I shall throw a gauntlet at Archer now."


    As SWalker entered the scene, the viewer count increased by one hundred, as other swordsmen were curious to see how he''d fare against Archer.


    And what kind of style would Archer use against him!


    Would he wave another ribbon of teleportation around him?


    Or would he show something new?


    Jake stared at the man. ''A swordsman…''


    He smirked.