Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008: Chapter 237.3 - Gate Examination

The first clash came fast.

From the swirling fog ahead, the mutated canids burst forth—deformed, sinewy creatures with jagged bone protrusions where fur should have been. Their forms twisted unnaturally, bending mid-leap to avoid direct lines of sight. But Layla was ready.

Clang!

The lead beast slammed against her shield, the force rattling up her arms. She absorbed the hit with a grunt, digging her boots into the cracked stone floor.

"Engaging first wave!" she called sharply.

Irina moved first. A burst of fire cracked outward from her palm, controlled but vicious, igniting the ground just beyond Layla's shield. The flames forced the canids back, their twisted forms screeching at the sudden blaze.

Jasmine flanked left, blade cutting through the mist in clean arcs. Her strikes weren't wild; they were measured, designed to harry rather than outright kill—giving Sylvie time to layer speed glyphs along their advance.

Astron, true to his word, pivoted silently between their lines. Whenever a canid slipped past Layla's block or Irina's flames wavered for half a second, he was there—dagger flashing, severing tendons, piercing vital points.

Their layered formation shifted dynamically, flowing around the terrain rather than through it.

Wave one ended quickly. The ground littered with twitching, dissipating corpses.

No breathing room.

The heavy constructs emerged next—hulking silhouettes dragging rusted weapons, reanimated armor cracked and glowing from within with unstable mana.

"Constructs incoming!" Astron called, already moving to a higher elevation.

Layla stepped back half a pace, adjusting her stance to brace for the heavier impacts. Sylvie flicked her hands rapidly, layering a series of reinforcement spells over her—shield mana tightening, barrier matrices weaving into the gaps of her armor.

The constructs hit like a landslide—slow, yes, but relentless. Each strike sent shockwaves through the broken streets, crumbling loose debris.

Irina's flames didn't vaporize these enemies like before. The constructs endured, forcing her to adjust.

"Tch... durable bastards," she muttered, snapping her wrist in a sharp motion. Her next flame burst wasn't raw destruction—it was corrosive, eating into mana circuits at weak points Astron quickly highlighted.

Jasmine danced along the flanks, chipping at exposed joints, while Astron moved in ghost-like bursts—striking vulnerable plates then slipping away before the slow-moving hulks could retaliate.

Sylvie coordinated the pressure, boosting speed at key moments and laying down suppression glyphs that slowed the constructs just enough to tip momentum back to their favor.

It was hard, heavy fighting.

But it was controlled.

Disciplined.

The constructs fell one by one, until the last collapsed in a heap of mana-soaked armor fragments.

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The mist drifted again.

Sylvie exhaled quietly, her gloves flickering down to a low hum.

"We're clear... for now."

"No celebration," Astron said immediately, stepping up beside Layla. His coat flickered slightly in the shifting light. "This isn't over."

He pointed into the dense ruins beyond. "Standard procedure. Clear and sweep. We need to locate the boss gate manually."

Irina was already nodding. "No shortcuts. No splitting the team."

She turned a sharp glance at Jasmine, who threw up her hands innocently.

"What? I'm not stupid."

Irina snorted but said no more.

Their seriousness wasn't dramatics. It was professionalism.

Everyone here understood—the scouts watching them wouldn't just grade flashy spellwork or kills.

They would grade fundamentals.

How methodical they were.

How disciplined.

How complete.

And so they moved.

Astron led scouting detachments to collapsed buildings, searching for possible boss gate markers—mana concentrations, shifting structures, energy streams. Layla cleared rubble and maintained front presence. Irina burned through barriers and fortified wreckage when needed. Jasmine managed quick rotations to check blind spots, while Sylvie wove utility spells constantly—vision enhancements, silent movement boosts, structural stabilization glyphs.

They didn't rush.

They didn't get greedy.

They advanced like a proper team.