Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 852

"Just endure this for as long as you can."

Before either of them could process the meaning of those words, it hit.

A force unlike anything they had felt before.

An unbearable weight crashed down upon them.

Ethan barely had time to react before his knees buckled under the sheer magnitude of it. His breath hitched, eyes widening as an unseen force crushed against his body, sending waves of pain through every fiber of his being.

"Urghk—!" A strangled gasp escaped his lips, his body instinctively fighting against it.

And then—cough!

Blood splattered onto the polished floor.

Ethan’s body convulsed slightly as he hunched forward, his arms trembling as they barely held him upright. His vision blurred at the edges, the sheer pressure making his bones feel like they were grinding against each other.

What the hell is this?! his mind screamed. It wasn’t just mana pressure—it was something else, something far more refined, far more controlled. It wasn’t just an oppressive force—it was a scalpel, dissecting every weakness he had and pressing into them mercilessly.

Beside him, Astron was still standing—but just barely. His body was rigid, every muscle locked in place as if his sheer will alone was keeping him upright. His breathing was shallow, controlled, but Eleanor could see the faint quiver in his fingertips, the slight tremble of his jaw as he clenched his teeth to endure.

The difference between the two was clear.

Ethan, for all his instinct and adaptability, was still reacting. He was trying to resist the force like an external attack, as if it were something he could push back against.

Astron, on the other hand, was enduring. He wasn’t wasting his energy fighting it head-on—he was adjusting, recalibrating, shifting his center of gravity in the smallest, most efficient ways possible. He was already trying to understand the force bearing down on him.

Eleanor rested her chin against her palm, observing them both with a calculating expression.

"Not bad," she murmured.

Ethan let out a low growl, forcing his head up to glare at her. "Not bad—? What the hell is this?!" he rasped, his voice strained.

Eleanor didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her golden eyes gleaming.

"This," she said slowly, "is gravity."

Ethan’s eyes widened, realization dawning even as his body screamed in protest.

She was increasing the gravity in the room. Not in the usual way—this wasn’t just some heavy weight being pushed down on them. No, this was precise. Tailored. Every part of their body was feeling a slightly different level of pressure, forcing them to compensate in ways that normal combat scenarios would never demand.

It was training at the most brutal level of control.

Astron, through gritted teeth, finally spoke. His voice, though strained, remained steady. "How much… is it?"

Eleanor tilted her head slightly. "Currently? Roughly 13 times standard gravity."

Ethan let out a choked laugh, part disbelief, part frustration. "Five—? Oh, great. Fantastic." His arms trembled violently as he struggled to push himself upright. No wonder it feels like my organs are about to burst.

Astron, despite his better endurance, was still visibly strained. His usual calm expression was lined with tension, his sharp purple eyes narrowed as he recalculated his breathing pattern. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Eleanor watched them both, gauging their limits. Five times gravity is already beyond what most cadets could withstand. But… how far can they really go?

She leaned back slightly, a faint, almost amused smile on her lips.

"Shall we go higher?" she asked.

Ethan’s head snapped up, his eyes wild. "Wait, what—?!"

And then the pressure increased.

Eleanor tapped a single finger against her wrist, and the pressure surged.

Fifteen times standard gravity.

Ethan let out a strangled gasp as the crushing force intensified, his muscles screaming in protest. His hands slammed against the ground to brace himself, his entire body shaking violently under the weight. His vision blurred at the edges, his heartbeat pounding like a war drum in his ears.

Astron remained standing, but just barely. His stance shifted again, his breathing becoming more controlled—deeper, slower, deliberate. Even still, a faint tremor ran through his arms, a sign that even he was reaching his limit.