Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722 164.4 - The Attack

The air thickened with tension as the operatives moved closer, their movements coordinated, weapons gleaming faintly under the suppressed glow of the room. Irina's hazel eyes scanned their formation, her sharp mind already calculating trajectories and counters. With her flames suppressed, she turned to the power she knew she could rely on her [Telekinesis].

She exhaled sharply, focusing her mana. Invisible threads pulsed outward, gripping the shattered debris scattered around her. Broken stone, shards of glass, and fragments of steel trembled before rising into the air, orbiting her like a swarm of deadly satellites.

"This will have to do,' she thought grimly.

-Telekinesis

The first wave of attackers surged forward, their weapons raised. A suppression baton crackled as it swung toward her head, but Irina's hand flicked upward. A chunk of steel shot through the air, intercepting the blow with a resonant clang that sent the operative stumbling back.

Another lunged from the side, wielding an enchanted blade designed to pierce defensive barriers. Irina twisted her wrist, sending a slab of stone hurtling toward him. The impact struck his chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling to the ground.

The operatives hesitated for a split second, recalibrating their approach. Irina didn't wait for them to regroup. With a sharp motion, she launched the debris outward, each piece finding its mark with unnerving precision. One shard struck an attacker's knee, forcing him down, while another slammed into the chest of a second, cracking his

armor.

-Body Enchantment

Even as her telekinesis created a defensive perimeter, Irina knew she couldn't rely on it alone. Her body was her last line of defense, and she wasn't going to be caught unprepared.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she reached inward, channeling her mana into her muscles and bones. Her limbs tingled with the familiar sensation of [Enhancement] magic taking hold. Her strength surged, her reflexes sharpened, and her stamina stabilized, even under the oppressive weight of the suppression field. When the next operative came at her, his blade swinging low toward her legs, she didn't dodge. Instead, she stepped forward, her enhanced leg sweeping upward in a brutal kick that connected with his weapon arm. The force of the blow disarmed him instantly, sending his weapon skittering across the floor.

Another operative closed in from behind, aiming for her blind spot. Irina's senses

--

flared, and she pivoted sharply. Her telekinesis caught a shard of glass mid-air, hurling it toward the attacker with deadly speed. The shard struck true, slicing across his shoulder and forcing him to retreat.

The operatives adjusted, coordinating their efforts with practiced movements. Suppression arrows rained down from above, their mana-laden tips glowing faintly. Irina's eyes darted upward, and with a sweeping motion of her hand, she redirected the debris around her to intercept the projectiles. Each arrow shattered on impact, the fragments falling harmlessly to the ground.

But the reprieve was brief. A group of three operatives charged her simultaneously, their enchanted weapons glowing faintly as they aimed to overwhelm her defenses.

Irina crouched low, her body coiling like a spring. Her telekinesis flared to life, lifting a massive slab of stone from the ground. With a sharp motion, she hurled it toward the group. The sheer force of the impact sent two operatives flying, while the third managed to sidestep the projectile.

He lunged at her, his blade aimed for her chest. Irina shifted her stance, her enhanced body moving with speed and precision. She caught his wrist mid-strike, her grip like iron. With a twist of her arm, she disarmed him, the blade clattering to the floor.

"Not today," she muttered, driving her knee into his stomach. The operative crumpled, gasping for air as he fell to the ground.

Despite her efforts, the sheer number of attackers was beginning to weigh on her. Sweat dripped down her temple, her breathing steady but labored. Her enhanced body could only sustain this level of exertion for so long, and the suppression field continued to press heavily on her mana reserves.

But Irina didn't falter. She tightened her focus, the debris around her swirling with renewed intensity. Each movement of her hands sent shards and fragments flying, her telekinesis acting as both sword and shield.

'I just need to hold on,' she thought, her resolve hardening. 'Astron will finish this. I just have to keep standing."

The next wave of operatives advanced, their confidence shaken but their intent unwavering. Irina raised her hands, her telekinetic grip tightening on every piece of debris within reach.

"Come on, then," she said, her voice steady despite the strain. "Let's see if you can keep up."

The battle raged on, but Irina stood firm, a force of will and raw power refusing to be overwhelmed. This wasn't just survival-it was defiance, and she wasn't going to let them take her down.

As the last of the operatives retreated momentarily, Irina's steady breath echoed in the smoke-filled hall. She tightened her grip on the swirling debris around her, her mind clear and her stance firm. But then, a new presence emerged-a chilling shift in the air that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Two figures stepped forward from the shadows, their movements deliberate and unhurried. Unlike the other operatives, these two radiated an aura of authority and danger, their confidence palpable.

Irina's sharp hazel eyes assessed them immediately. One of them carried a spear, its sleek, enchanted surface glowing faintly in the dim light. He was tall and lean, his movements precise as he twirled the weapon lazily in his hands. The other wielded a sword, its blade jagged and menacing, designed for more than just killing-it was made to inflict pain. This one was broader, his stance grounded and unshakable, his eyes gleaming with a cruel sense of amusement.

"Well, well," the swordsman said, his voice low and mocking. "Look at her. The Emberheart heiress, fighting so hard. Alone."

The spearman chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Irina with predatory intent. "Do you really think you can hold us off by yourself?" He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "How arrogant. Typical of the Emberhearts."

Irina didn't respond, her expression hardening as she steadied herself. She adjusted her stance slightly, her telekinetic barrier tightening around her.

"Silent now?" the swordsman sneered. "Or maybe... your boyfriend left you to deal with this mess on your own?" His words dripped with mockery. "Don't worry, though. He'll be following your direction soon enough."