Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617 136.7 - The Hunt

Zharokath's claws were inches away from the human's chest when it happened—an unfamiliar, unsettling sensation rippled through his body.

–THUMP!–

A strange thump, like the beat of a heart, echoed in his ears. It reverberated through his skull, and with it came a wave of weakness that spread from his core, stealing the strength from his limbs.

'What... is this?' Zharokath's mind raced as his body began to falter. He could feel it—his power was slipping away. The void energy that surged through his veins, the raw strength that had carried him through countless battles, was suddenly vanishing, leaving him hollow.

Or was it vanishing?

It was a sensation that he had never experienced.

His vision blurred, the once razor-sharp focus clouded by an overwhelming sense of 'fatigue.' He tried to push through it, to summon the last reserves of his demonic energy, but nothing responded.

His body refused to obey. His legs buckled beneath him, and he stumbled forward, his claws missing their mark by a wide margin.

–THUD!–

Zharokath collapsed to the ground, gasping as he tried to understand what had just happened. His eyes, wide with disbelief, scanned the space around him. How could this be? His power, his very essence…..

And it was happening so quickly, so completely, that he couldn't fathom what had caused it. ƒrēewebnovel.com

He forced his gaze upward to lay eyes on his opponent. The human was standing still, his posture calm, his expression unreadable.

Zharokath's head pounded with the sound of that strange heartbeat, growing louder and louder, but something else caught his attention.

The human's mask—a simple facade that had concealed his face throughout their fight—was no longer there.

'Huh?'

Zharokath's breath hitched as his gaze locked onto the face beneath the mask. His eyes widened in shock, the burning anger momentarily replaced by confusion and, for the first time in this battle, fear.

The human was…..

'What?'

Smiling.

A smile that felt like it was mocking him.

THUD! And then Zharokath's body hit the ground hard, his muscles stiffening as if every fiber of his being was rebelling against him. The smile on the young man's face still haunted him, mocking his arrogance, mocking his defeat. The moment his body collapsed, a sharp, searing pain exploded in his gut, spreading like wildfire through his veins.

THUD!

'What… what is this?' Zharokath's thoughts scrambled as his body convulsed uncontrollably. His stomach churned violently, the burning sensation growing with every passing second. The pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced—it was deep, corrosive, as though something was eating away at him from the inside out.

His heartbeat grew louder, pounding in his ears with terrifying intensity.

THUMP! THUMP!

The rhythm was erratic, racing faster and faster, each pulse sending shockwaves of agony through his body. His breath grew shallow, his vision blurring at the edges as his body trembled. The sensation was unmistakable now—he had been poisoned. And not just with any ordinary toxin.

'How... How is this possible?' Zharokath's mind screamed as he struggled to regain control of his body. Demons were naturally resistant to poisons. Their mana, infused with corrosive, dark energy, made them almost immune to the toxins that would kill others. Demons frequently used poison themselves, and over time, they had developed an extraordinary tolerance to it.

But this… this poison was different.

His void energy, which should have been combating the effects, seemed to do nothing. The more he tried to summon it, the more his body rejected the command. The burning in his muscles intensified, his veins feeling like they were being scorched from within.

His vision blurred, but he forced his gaze up to the young man who still stood there, watching him, unmoving.

But there was something inside his eyes.

And that human also felt familiar, like he had just recently seen him. But at that moment, he did not have the mind to recall who it was.

Zharokath's eyes widened in disbelief. 'How could a human... poison me?' He growled, the sound weak and guttural, filled with both rage and fear. His mind reeled as he fought against the poison's grip, trying to piece together how this was even possible. No mere human could craft a toxin capable of grounding a demon of his caliber.

But this human wasn't mere.

In that smile, in those purple eyes.