Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 774

"Get him!" he barked, his voice echoing within the sealed gravity room.

Without hesitation, the three lackeys surged forward, their movements deliberate and aggressive. The gravity enhanced their weight, lending every step a thunderous impact as they bore down on the silent young man.

The first blow came from the lackey with the scar, his fist swinging in a wide arc toward the young man’s face. It connected with a sickening crunch, sending blood spraying into the air. The young man staggered back, his head snapping to the side, but he didn’t fall.

A second lackey followed immediately, delivering a vicious kick to his midsection. The force of it reverberated through the room, driving the young man back against the metallic wall with a loud clang. He coughed, blood splattering onto the floor as the third lackey grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the ground.

"Stay down!" the lackey snarled, raising his fist for another strike.

But the young man didn’t stay down.

Even as the blows rained down on him—fists, kicks, and strikes with the weight of enhanced gravity behind them—he refused to cry out. Blood smeared across the floor, splattering against the walls as the assault continued. His black hair clung to his face, damp with sweat and crimson streaks, but his purple eyes burned with a quiet, unwavering intensity.

Victor hung back, watching with a mixture of satisfaction and frustration. The young man’s silence was unnerving. He should’ve been begging by now, pleading for them to stop. Instead, he endured every blow with an eerie calm that sent a shiver of unease down Victor’s spine.

"Enough," Victor finally said, stepping forward as the lackeys paused, their breathing heavy from the exertion. The room was filled with the metallic tang of blood and the muffled hum of the barrier.

Victor crouched down, gripping the young man’s bloodied face and forcing him to look up.

"You should’ve stayed out of our way," Victor said, his tone low and menacing. "This is what happens when you mess with the wrong people." Read new chapters at empire

The young man’s lips twitched, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

Victor’s brow furrowed. "You think this is funny?"

"No…" The young man’s voice was hoarse but steady, cutting through the tension like a blade. His purple eyes locked onto Victor’s, unflinching. "I think you don’t know what you’ve started."

Victor’s expression darkened, anger flaring in his chest. He stood abruptly, kicking the young man in the ribs with enough force to send him skidding across the floor.

"Leave the message," Victor ordered, stepping back as his lackeys followed him.

One of the lackeys knelt down, pulling a marker from his pocket. With quick, deliberate strokes, he scrawled something on the young man’s torn shirt—a single word meant to taunt and provoke:

Leave her alone.

Victor turned to leave, the lackeys following close behind. "Let this be a warning," he said over his shoulder, his voice laced with disdain.

As the door hissed open and the group stepped out, the gravity room fell silent once more.

The young man lay motionless for a moment, blood pooling beneath him.

But then as they left, someone slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Not bad."

And that someone was identical to the young man lying on the ground.

"The stage is set."

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The moment Instructor Maris stepped into the training grounds, her sharp eyes took in the scene with practiced precision. Blood pooled on the metallic floor, stark against the sterile light of the gravity room. The acrid scent of iron and sweat lingered in the air. Her gaze fell immediately on the cadet, leaning against the wall, his body battered but upright.

The boy—young, clearly a freshman from his uniform—was gulping down a health potion, the vial trembling slightly in his bloodied hand. His black hair was matted, his face swollen and streaked with crimson. Despite his injuries, his stance was defiant, his purple eyes sharp and burning cold.