Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 724

Chapter 724 164.6 The Attack

The instant her flames roared to life, Irina could feel the shift in the air. The oppressive suppression field that had weighed her down was gone, replaced by the crackling energy of her awakened fire. The flames coiled around her arms like serpents ready to strike, their heat rolling off her in waves. She flexed her fingers, embers dancing between them, her hazel eyes locked on the two immobilized attackers.

Their fear was evident now-the subtle tremble in the spearman's hands, the tightness in the swordsman's jaw as he struggled against the binding force. It sent a thrill through her, a vindication of the anger simmering within her chest.

"They thought they could take me,' she thought, her lips curling into a smirk. Threaten me, mock me, and expect to get away with it.'

The purple energy holding the assailants dissipated without warning, leaving them free to move. The spearman staggered slightly before regaining his balance, his weapon raised defensively. The swordsman glanced at him briefly, their confidence clearly shaken but not entirely broken.

Irina tilted her head, her smirk widening. "What's the matter?" she taunted, her voice low and laced with mockery. "You looked so confident before."

The spearman snarled, trying to mask his unease with bravado. "You're just one girl- don't think you can-"

He didn't get to finish. With a flick of her wrist, Irina sent a wave of flames surging toward him. The fire roared to life, consuming the air between them in an instant. The spearman barely managed to leap aside, the edges of his cloak igniting as he rolled to extinguish the flames.

The swordsman lunged toward her, his jagged blade gleaming. Irina met his charge head-on, her telekinesis flaring. Shards of debris lifted around her, propelled by invisible force. The first shard struck his arm, deflecting his blade; the second slammed into his knee, forcing him to falter.

"You think you can capture me?" she hissed, her flames intensifying. "You think you can mock me and walk away?"

The swordsman growled, trying to push forward, but Irina wasn't finished. She raised her hand, flames swirling above her palm before she hurled them forward. The fire lashed out like a whip, striking his chest and sending him sprawling backward.

The spearman tried to counter, his weapon spinning toward her in a precise arc. Irina's flames flared brighter, intercepting the strike. The spear's enchantment struggled against the fire, but her telekinesis slammed into his side, throwing him off balance.

Irina stepped forward, her flames spreading like a living entity, consuming the room around her. The shattered debris she had been using moments ago ignited, turning into blazing projectiles. With each flick of her wrist, the fire danced to her will, a symphony of destruction that left no corner untouched.

The spearman scrambled to his feet, his movements desperate now as he tried to avoid the inferno. Irina's flames surged toward him, forcing him into a corner. He swung his spear wildly, but she deflected each strike with precise telekinetic force.

The swordsman wasn't faring any better. His movements were slower now, his armor scorched and his blade struggling to find its mark. Irina's fire seemed to anticipate his every move, cutting him off before he could get close.

"You're not getting out of here," she said coldly, her voice steady and commanding. "Neither of your team."

The spearman lunged again, this time with a desperate roar, but Irina was ready. She raised both hands, her flames coiling around him like a serpent. With a sharp motion, she tightened the fiery grip, the heat forcing him to drop his weapon as he screamed in pain.

The swordsman tried to retreat, his confidence crumbling, but Irina's telekinesis locked onto him. A jagged piece of blazing steel shot forward, striking his leg and pinning him in place. He snarled in pain, his blade falling from his hand.

The moment she felt the flicker of movement from her peripheral vision, Irina's instincts flared. More figures emerged from the smoke, rushing toward her from every angle, their weapons raised and glinting ominously in the fiery light of her magic.

But Irina didn't flinch. Her hazel eyes burned with defiance as she stood tall, her flames coiling and pulsing in anticipation. Without lifting her arms, she summoned a spell that surged with her signature power.

[School of Emberheart: Infernal Dominion]

The room erupted in fire as waves of flame spiraled outward from her body, coiling like fiery tendrils and lashing out in every direction. The four approaching attackers were caught in an instant, their screams silenced as the flames engulfed them, burning through armor and flesh alike.

The heat was scaring, the intensity almost blinding, but Irina stood unaffected at the center of the inferno, her eyes scanning for the next threat. She had no time to rest.

Just as she prepared to cast again, her senses screamed a warning. Another figure lunged toward her from behind, their blade aimed for her exposed side. Irina turned sharply, but before she could react, a blur of motion intercepted the attack.

CLANG!

The sound of steel meeting steel rang through the air as Astron deflected the blow with a precise, fluid strike. His dagger gleamed faintly, his movements sharp despite

the exhaustion written on his face. He drove the attacker back with a swift counter, his purple eyes narrowing as he turned toward Irina.

"You did well," she said, her tone even but laced with relief. Her flames flickered as she allowed herself a brief moment to assess him. "Are you okay?"

Astron gave a faint nod, his breathing steady but strained. "My mana is on the verge of depletion," he admitted, his voice calm despite the chaos around them. "But aside from that. I'm fine."

Irina's lips curled into a smirk, her confidence returning. "Good. Cover me, then."

"I will," he replied without hesitation, his stance steady as he turned to face the next wave of attackers.

The remaining operatives hesitated, their movements faltering as they realized the tide of the battle had turned. Between Irina's unrelenting flames and Astron's shadow-like precision, their advantage was gone. It was no longer a coordinated assault-it was a desperate attempt to salvage what they could.

The spearman and swordsman exchanged a quick glance, their earlier bravado replaced with grim determination, One of them barked an order, their voice sharp and urgent. "Pull back! Take her down if you can, but retreat!"