Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Chapter 48.4 - Unmovable Mountain

220 Chapter 48.4 - Unmovable Mountain

"Haaah…..Haaaah….."

Standing in the middle of the sparring field, I was breathing heavily as Carl stood in front of me. The sparring continued without sparring, and as my competitive spirit was ignited, I didn't hold back my attacks at all, exerting myself to the limits.

"You did well."

As I caught my breath, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, I couldn't help but marvel at Carl's stamina. The relentless sparring had taken a toll on me, but the man standing before me seemed almost unaffected.

'What a monster.'

I thought, acknowledging the vast difference in our physical capabilities. As I observed Carl's minor wounds, I realized the sparring had become a test not just of skills but also of endurance and recovery. It was a stark reminder of the diverse strengths present among the students in the academy.

'It was the first time I have gone against such an enemy.'

Carl was like an unmovable mountain. The more I attacked, the more I became aware of how desperate I would be against him.

Envisioning the fact that an enemy like Carl would stand before me immediately sent shivers down my spine.

'No chance of winning.'

It was the perfect display of the difference between one's stats. Looking at him and how he fought, Carl didn't seem to be engrossed in perfecting his hammer style or his magic.

'He just relies on overwhelming strength.'

It was like a stat-checker type of character from the game. I am a person who basically relies on exploiting the weakness of the enemies by creating favorable situations for myself. My main strength relies on my swiftness and high damage output in favorable times, but that is not the case for Carl.

He almost doesn't have a physical weakness aside from his 'low' speed, which is not even that low. Of course, against an Awakened of the same caliber as himself, his lack of technique training will become something negative, but amongst his peers, finding such people will be incredibly hard.

"Thanks."

I nodded my head against his words. Even though he may look stern, it felt like his compliments were genuine.

Carl nodded in response, but the air between us remained thick with unspoken words. It wasn't the first time I felt like this, as it reminded me of the military.

'Yeah, that guy is the direct representative of the military.'

From the corner of my eye, I noticed him glancing at me intermittently as if contemplating whether to say something.

'What does he want to talk about?' I wondered, my curiosity piqued. The awkward silence seemed to be hinting at an underlying conversation waiting to unfold.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

I decided to open my mouth first as it didn't seem like he was going to talk.

Carl turned his gaze toward me, his stern expression unchanged. There was a momentary hesitation before he spoke, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

The question caught me off guard, and I studied Carl for a moment before responding. My response would be important.

'I guess I already gained his attention.'

"I've had my fair share of experiences. Learned along the way, I suppose."

"….." He didn't seem to believe me as he continued to seize at me. "You are different…." Then he mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"You are different from the normal students," Carl began, his voice measured. "The way you wield those daggers, the precision in your movements, it's not like someone who just learned along the way. It's like you've fought to the death before."

His observation was sharp, and I didn't bother denying it. Instead, I met his gaze directly. "You're perceptive."

Carl nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "I come from a military family. Trained from a young age. I can tell when someone is a fighter, not just a student practicing moves."

'He is definitely good.'

It was said that sometimes, to get to know a man, exchanging blows with him is the best choice. I guess that is quite true.

A person who trained to be on the battlefield and who had been in a situation that made him seem more like an adult than a teenager. That was the feeling I got when I clashed with him, and it seemed he got the same.

"I can't shake the feeling that you've seen more than most students here," Carl remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You should shake your feelings from time to time," I mumbled as I looked at the approaching guys. It seemed everyone had finished their spars now.

"…" Carl looked at me for a second before standing up like a tall mountain. "My father had always said…."

"In the chaos of battle, a soldier's only safety measure is their instinct. He used to tell me that if your instincts are sharp, you'll come home. His never failed him, and I've held onto that advice." Top of Form

"Is that so?" He seemed quite sure about me, but that was it. From what I knew about him, he wouldn't say much about me in any case.

"…..Next time we meet….I will be expecting much more…."

"I won't disappoint you then."

"That would be better."

Carl's departure was as stoic as his arrival, and I watched as he made his way toward a group of the main cast.

'Well, I guess that was a good reality check.'

With the strength I had underneath me, I thought I could at least go against some high-ranking individuals, but I should also be prepared in case someone like Carl appeared.

'After all, many of the bosses from the game are actually stat checkers.'

My previous fights had been all swift, thanks to the preparations I did, but that won't be the case every time I fight.

'Let's train more.'