Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Chapter 18.3 - Small but not small help

At that moment, she felt like the aura surrounding him suddenly changed. Mana of the crimson color surrounded him like he was a demon.

'Blood Magic?'

Maya asked herself. It was not a common sight to see such color of mana elsewhere. But, it was not only the color of his mana but the feeling it gave.

She felt the bloodthirstiness that came from the exact moment.

Following that was a sight she was not expecting in her life.

The boy she thought was weak suddenly bolted towards the dummy at a rapid speed incomparable to before.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH

And he started attacking the dummy rapidly.

The daggers spun in his hands, creating a crimson crescent that sliced through the air.

THUD THUD THUD

The attack was relentless, an unyielding storm of blades that sought to overwhelm the PhantomGlide Dummy.

Consistently, a crescent crimson blade formed of crimson mana tried to pierce through the dummy, and even if it didn't touch the dummy, the blades of crimson color went past it and smashed the walls behind like a wave of wind.

The dummy's defenses faltered, unable to keep up with the sudden assault. It was a fierce dance of steel and shadows, a battle between will and mechanism.

He looked like he poured his essence into every strike, each movement a testament to his growth.

'What?'

Maya was surprised. It was an incredible sight, a sight that made her blood boil in excitement.

'You can do it.'

CHUMP CHUMP CHUMP

Unbeknownst to her, she started eating her chips rapidly like she was at the climax of a movie.

'His attacks are trapping its movement.'

The purple eyes of the boy turned slightly crimson, his irises shining.

'You can do it!' She silently cheered, her heart swelling with a mix of excitement and admiration.

After all, he was putting his everything on the line.

'He is getting injured.'

She couldn't ignore the strain on his body. Veins bulged on his muscles, a testament to the physical toll his relentless assault was taking on him. But he pressed on, his resilience shining through even in the face of adversity.

'His mana control is still immature, but it is like he instinctively knows how to use it. It must be either his [Trait] or his [Skill].'

Maya's insight as a skilled mage allowed her to see beyond the surface. While Astron's mana control still showed signs of immaturity, there was an instinctive quality to his manipulation. It was as if his [Trait] or [Skill] granted him an innate understanding of mana, compensating for his lack of formal training.

It was a dance of blades.

The dance of blades continued each strike a calculated move to surprise and overwhelm the dummy. Astron's attacks were relentless, each movement a reflection of his determination to succeed.

'He is trying to overwhelm it with his technique.'

SWOOSH SWOOSH

In the midst of his rapid assault, a particular strike caught Maya's attention. It was a slash of different speed and trajectory, a deliberate attempt to catch the dummy off guard. The dummy, accustomed to its pattern, barely managed to evade the strike, showcasing its waning defenses.

SWOOSH

Then, following it was another slash from the reverse side, aimed at the dummy's lower side.

SWOOSH

But the dummy once again evaded his strike.

'Another one.'

However, Maya could see that Astron had already predicted the parry.

Another strike aimed at the reverse side was approaching.

SWOOSH

And the dummy responded in the last second, evading the strike.

None of his strikes hit, but they were not blocked either because the dummy couldn't keep up with the speed.

'Huh? Another attack? But, it is too late?'

Maya immediately saw another attack aimed right at the core of the dummy, but the dummy was already about to dodge the attack.

'Huh?'

But it didn't.

Rather, it couldn't.

Because surrounding it were a bunch of red threads formed all around its body.

'This is?'

Even she herself didn't realize the little amounts of crimson-colored mana left on the air like threads. She was far too focused on his attacks that even as an outsider, she forgot.

CLANK TOK

And then, it happened.

A triumphant clash – the sound of his daggers meeting the dummy's defense one final time.

The Phantom Glide Dummy couldn't evade the strike, and neither could it parry it since the attack came too fast.

The crimson-colored dagger pierced through its defenses, but at the same time, the threads of crimson above the dummy immediately descended, closing the cage.

PUFF

The PhantomGlide Dummy faltered, its form flickering before dispersing into nothingness to be repaired by the magical engineers.

"He actually did it."

Maya's heart swelled with exhilaration as she witnessed Astron's victory. The intense battle had been won, not through brute force, but through strategy, determination, and the unyielding will to succeed. It was a testament to his growth, his potential, and his unshakable spirit.

But at the same time, it was a feeling that she had forgotten in a while.

The thrill of battle, the sense of challenging one's own limits.

Just as before coming here, she had talked with the instructor about how she challenged her limits constantly, but that couldn't be more wrong.

In fact, rather than challenging herself, she was simply doing what she was comfortable with.