Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Chapter 48.3 - Unmovable Mountain

219 Chapter 48.3 - Unmovable Mountain

As the flames subsided and a brief acknowledgment passed between us, it became evident that the time for measured exchanges had come to an end. Carl's imposing figure, clad in the shimmering aura, betrayed a newfound intensity.

The disciplined soldier within him discarded restraint as he took an aggressive stance, abandoning the purely defensive posture he had maintained.

"Should we start for real this time?" Carl's question echoed the unspoken agreement to elevate the intensity of our sparring session.

'He is coming.'

From the small but not small muscle movements on his body, I could foresee that he was going to attack.

CRACK!

A low, ominous crack reverberated through the training ground as Carl made his move. The ground beneath him seemed to shudder as if protesting the force about to be unleashed.

SWOOSH!

In a surprising display of speed, especially for someone with a tank-like build, Carl charged toward me with a speed that defied his apparent role.

'So, he's not just a simple tank,' I thought, thinking about his stats. Carl was a tanker in the game for the party, but he wasn't a playable character. Thus, his details were not as clear as the players'.

The route he chose could also be changed, and it seemed right now the one before me was a bruiser/tank type.

Carl's charge was more akin to a powerful offensive maneuver, but I was already ready.

Even if my attacks didn't have the power to penetrate his defense, at the very least, I was faster than him.

SWOOSH!

With a swift, well-timed movement, I evaded Carl's charging attack. His momentum carried him forward, leaving an opening that I seized upon.

THUD!

As he passed by, I planted my foot on his open shoulder, using it as a springboard to propel myself backward with graceful agility.

The distance between us increased, giving me a brief respite to reassess the situation. Exploiting an opponent's momentary vulnerability is always a crucial strategy, and I intended to employ the same principle here.

Drawing my bow, I focused on the strings of mana that connected me to the arrows.

Each arrow is an extension of my intent, awaiting release. Carl, having halted his charge, readied himself for the next phase of our clash.

-THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Rapidly firing arrows, I sought to maintain a safe distance while testing Carl's defensive capabilities.

The idea here wasn't to beat him but to improve. Even though my attacks weren't going to penetrate him, even the motion of attacking while maintaining my distance itself was training.

Also, I knew that my arrows might not breach his defenses entirely, but I wanted to observe how he adapted to the evolving dynamics of our confrontation.

The interplay of attack and defense unfolded as Carl, true to his disciplined nature, adjusted his stance, deflecting the arrows with the aura-clad shield.

CRACK!

The rhythmic sound of arrows impacting Carl's shield echoed through the training ground.

"You are definitely good."

The disciplined tank, however, didn't merely stay on the defensive.

With each step, he closed the distance, chasing after me while skillfully fending off the projectiles.

SWOOSH!

He swung his hammer from a distance, and a wave of an attack followed.

'A sound wave.'

It was one of the unique skills of the Braveheart family, where they would use sound attacks to attack. That was also what he used to disturb the energy of my blue arrow at the start.

'Vibrations to counter match the energy wave.'

I evaded the attack at one last moment with a burst of speed to the side.

RING!

But the balance disturbance was still there.

"You are open!"

And he didn't miss that momentary opening.

CRASH!

Swinging his hammer down, he hit the ground. He knew the distance was far away, and his attack wouldn't reach me.

SWOOSH!

The rock particles hurtled through the air, a chaotic barrage aimed at exploiting the temporary imbalance caused by Carl's skill.

'Focus.'

Despite the unexpected turn of events, I remained composed, relying on my agility to navigate the incoming storm.

With a series of swift movements, I brandished my daggers, each stroke cutting through the oncoming projectiles.

TAK! TAK!

The metallic clang of blades meeting rock resonated in the training ground as I parried and deflected the rocky onslaught. The precise choreography of the blade against stone showcased the fluidity and precision of my movements.

Even in the face of a surprise attack, the training and combat instincts honed through countless encounters allowed me to maintain control. Also, I was very precise with my daggers.

As the last remnants of the rock projectiles were dispersed, Carl seized the opportunity to close the distance.

With a determined expression, he unleashed his skill, [Charge of Bull], embodying the unstoppable force of a charging bull.

RUMBLE!

The ground beneath him trembled as he propelled himself forward with astonishing speed. The charge was characterized by its sheer power, a direct and forceful approach that aimed to overpower opponents in its path.

'He is using his skill.'

However, I had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation with such a formidable offensive.

Dash.