Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 836

Lilia inhaled deeply, forcing her emotions down, letting the frustration settle into something sharper. Anger wouldn’t help her now. No, she needed to focus.

Adrian was still pressing forward, his speed giving him the undeniable edge. The momentary interference had set her back, forcing her onto the defensive once again, while he advanced with the confidence of someone who believed he had already won.

Twack!

Another arrow shot toward her, fast and merciless. Lilia barely twisted out of the way, feeling the rush of mana as it passed just inches from her waist.

She moved, using the shifting barriers to her advantage—but Adrian was relentless.

He’s not giving me space to recover.

He closed the distance between them, keeping her pinned, firing with relentless precision. His arrows carried weight—not just in power, but in strategy. He wasn’t just shooting wildly. He was boxing her in, limiting her options.

She loosed an arrow, a quick retaliatory strike aimed not to hit, but to disrupt his positioning.

Adrian dodged with ease, his speed making him seem almost untouchable. And then—he struck again.

Thud!

An arrow buried itself into the barrier beside her, but it wasn’t just any arrow.

Mana pulsed from it, expanding outward in a controlled burst.

Lilia’s eyes widened. That’s—!

The impact caused the barrier to collapse entirely, forcing her into the open.

She barely had time to react before another arrow was already flying toward her.

Lilia twisted her body, a hair’s breadth from being struck, but Adrian was already preparing the next shot.

This was his domain now.

She wasn’t just fighting him—she was fighting a battle of attrition.

His stamina, his speed, his raw physical advantages—they all added up.

He could keep this up.

Could she?

Her breaths came a little faster now, her body straining to keep up with his relentless onslaught.

Adrian smirked. "What’s wrong, Lilia?" he called out, his voice laced with arrogance. "Getting tired?"

Lilia’s breath steadied as she fully embraced the situation. She could no longer afford to fight Adrian on his terms. His speed, his stamina, his brute force—none of those were factors she could overpower. But control? That was something else entirely.

Her fingers tightened around the bowstring, mana pooling into the tip of her arrow. This wasn’t like her earlier feints. This time, she was committing. She had to—because if she didn’t, this fight would end in his favor.

Adrian was already closing in, his stance unwavering as he fired another shot. Lilia twisted to the side, barely avoiding the arrow as it embedded itself in the ground with a faint hum of residual energy. He was reading her reactions now, narrowing her escape routes one by one. The suffocating pressure of his assault was reaching its peak, and he knew it.

"Still holding on?" His voice was as smug as ever, but there was no arrogance in his movements. He was precise, methodical. He had no intention of making a mistake now—not when he had the upper hand.

Lilia didn’t answer. Instead, she moved again, weaving between the remaining barriers. The shifting field made it difficult to rely on cover, but she wasn’t using them for protection anymore. She was using them to create angles.

Her crimson eyes flickered toward the farthest barrier, measuring the distance, the openings, the flow of Adrian’s attacks. He was fast, but even speed had its limitations. He still had to aim, still had to account for timing. If she could disrupt his rhythm even slightly, she could create the opening she needed.

Another arrow came—this one sharper, faster, laced with mana that crackled in the air. Lilia bent low, the wind of its passage brushing against her cheek as she slid into position. In the same motion, she raised her bow and loosed a shot of her own—not at Adrian, but at one of the moving barriers behind him.

The moment the arrow struck, the structure wobbled, shifting just enough to throw off his line of sight.

Lilia moved.

She sprinted, drawing another arrow, the glow at its tip intensifying as her mana control wove into the very core of the projectile. Piercing Bloom wasn’t just a shot—it was an extension of herself, a technique designed to bend the very rules of conventional archery.

But before she could release it, the cover in front of her suddenly vanished.

Her instincts screamed at her, but it was already too late. The interference struck precisely at the moment she had committed to her attack, and Adrian was already in motion.

His arrow came like a killing blow.

She had no choice but to abandon her shot, throwing herself to the side just as the projectile slammed into the ground where she had been standing. Dust kicked up from the impact, a reminder of how close she had come to losing right then and there.

’Selene.’

The realization cut deeper than she expected. That timing—it wasn’t natural. The barriers had been unpredictable before, but now? Now they were too precise. The instant she gained momentum, they collapsed. The moment Adrian needed an opening, he got it.

And as if to make it seem fair, the same thing happened to him a moment later.

One of his barriers flickered and dropped just as he prepared to reposition. Lilia saw his muscles tense, the slight falter in his movement. He had noticed it too.

But unlike her, it barely affected his standing.

He still had his shot.

She, on the other hand, had to keep moving, had to stay defensive. There was no opening for her, no moment where she could afford to return fire.

Lilia exhaled sharply, pushing herself toward another position as the weight of the manipulation pressed down on her. She wasn’t just fighting Adrian—she was fighting Selene’s game.

She turned her head slightly, just enough to see the woman standing at the sidelines.

Selene’s expression was calm, her gaze unreadable. But there was a faint curve at the edge of her lips, a knowing satisfaction that made Lilia’s blood run hot.

Her fingers curled into a fist before she forced them to relax. She had to be better than this. Letting anger dictate her next move would only feed into Selene’s expectations.

Fine.

If they thought they could control her, then she would show them just how wrong they were.

Lilia darted forward, drawing another arrow. If she couldn’t find an opening, then she would create one.