Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484 108.4 - Monster

Astron's eyes snapped open, the faint glimmer in his purple irises fading as he returned to reality.

His heart was pounding, not from exertion but from the vivid vision that had just unfolded in his mind. The memory of the silhouette moving under the moonlight, the translucent energy that radiated with deadly precision—it all felt so real, so attainable.

For a moment, he stood still, processing the revelation. The breakthrough he had experienced wasn't just about the virtual core; it was something far deeper, something connected to his very essence as a [Martial Artist]. The vision had shown him a path forward, a way to integrate everything he had learned into a new form of combat.

'Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy…' he thought, the name of his combat art echoing in his mind. The vision had revealed the potential locked within it, a level of mastery that transcended anything he had known before. And it wasn't just about the stances—it was about the energy he wielded, the moon mana that pulsed through his veins.

He closed his eyes once more, focusing inward, feeling the familiar surge of his lunar mana. But this time, he didn't let it flow through the usual virtual core.

Instead, he began to mentally map out the multiple judgment points he had envisioned, positioning them at key locations throughout his body.

He imagined the energy flowing not from a single source but from a network of nodes, each one controlling a specific part of his body. The memory of the translucent energy from his vision—the energy of the Waning Crescent Moon—guided him as he directed his mana through these nodes.

'The energy of the Waning Crescent Moon,' he recalled, understanding now that this form of mana was raw, primal, designed to increase the strength of his attacks and enhance his body's physical capabilities.

He took a deep breath, centering himself, and prepared to test this new method. Moving into the [Storm Stance], Astron began to circulate the energy through his body, directing it through the newly established judgment points.

At first, the process was not as smooth as he had envisioned. The mana flow was uneven, the energy hesitating at certain points as if unsure of where to go.

His first strike—a [Thunderclap]—lacked the explosive power he had seen in his vision, the energy dispersing too early, the force diminished.

But Astron didn't feel discouraged. Instead, a rare small smile crept onto his face.

'Interesting….Why do I feel like challenged?'

It was not something that was too weird. Whenever he had a hard time doing something that Silhouette would do, he would feel a weird sense of competitiveness rising. It was a weird but subtle feeling that he would rarely feel.

Most of the time, he never felt the competitive urge, aside from some rare moments, and this was one of those.

It was not something that was too weird. Whenever he had a hard time doing something that Silhouette would do, he would feel a weird sense of competitiveness rising. It was a weird but subtle feeling that he would rarely feel.

Most of the time, he never felt the competitive urge, aside from some rare moments, and this was one of those.

'The problem is not about the idea…..I just can't execute it.'

He could sense the potential, the underlying power in this new method, even if it wasn't fully realized yet.

The problem wasn't with the concept—it was with his execution. The complexity of managing multiple judgment points simultaneously was a challenge, but it was a challenge he welcomed.

He reset his stance, this time focusing more intently on the flow of mana, ensuring that each node received the energy it needed at precisely the right moment.

He visualized the translucent energy, the raw power of the Waning Crescent Moon, and how it had moved so seamlessly in his vision.

His next strike was more controlled; the energy flows slightly more even. The [Typhoon Burst] he executed carried more power, and the sweeping motion of his mana was sharper and more defined. It wasn't perfect, but it was progress.

'It's working,' Astron thought, his excitement building. 'It's not easy, but I'm starting to understand how it works.'

He continued practicing, repeating the sequences over and over, each time adjusting the flow of mana, refining the process.

The energy began to move more fluidly through his body, and the judgment points became more responsive and synchronized with his movements.

As the minutes passed, Astron felt himself improving. The strikes became more powerful, and the energy was more concentrated.

The initial clumsiness gave way to a growing confidence as his body and mind adapted to the new method.

He tried a [Quake Fist], focusing on grounding the energy through his legs and into the earth. This time, the strike sent a noticeable tremor through the floor, the mana circulating through his body with greater efficiency. The ground beneath him cracked slightly, the force of the strike much closer to what he had envisioned.

Astron's smile widened. He could feel it now—the connection between his body, his mana, and the new method of control.

'It may not exactly be like [Tempest Fang] as the style was different…..But, for the time being, first figuring out how to get rid of the Virtual Core is definitely more important.'

He thought. The vision had shown him the way, but it was nearly impossible for him to instantly imitate and learn the [Martial Art] that was shown there. He tried it, but he was unable to, as there was something missing.

And now, through trial and effort, he was beginning to walk that path.

He took a deep breath, centering himself for another attempt. This time, he would try the [Stormbreaker], the most powerful of the five strikes.

Gathering his mana into the multiple judgment points, he focused on compressing the energy, feeling the raw power of the Waning Crescent Moon within him.

With a powerful shout, he unleashed the strike. The energy surged through his body, flowing through the judgment points and into his fist. The impact was explosive, the force radiating outwards in a shockwave that shook the entire training hall.