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Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 868

"You say that, but I get the feeling she hasn’t even started being truly evil."

Lucas leaned back, shaking his head. "Okay, so how’d you even survive that?"

Ethan exhaled, leaning back slightly as he rolled his shoulders. "Honestly? She mostly kept it under control. I mean, it was hell, but she didn’t completely crush us. She was testing, not outright breaking us. Still, we had to put in a lot of effort just to stay standing."

Carl, ever the observant one, nodded. "Astron was with you, right? How’d he do?"

At that, Ethan’s smirk shifted into something more genuine. He rubbed his chin, recalling the session. "Astron…" He let the name hang in the air for a moment before shaking his head with a small laugh. "He handled it damn well. Better than I expected. And honestly? It was probably even harder for him than it was for me."

Julia, who had been watching Ethan carefully, narrowed her eyes. "Really?"

Ethan met her gaze, still smiling slightly. "Yeah. I mean, he looked like he was really built differently. He adapted to Eleanor’s pressure almost too fast, which is kind of insane considering it was our first time under it. Most people would’ve collapsed in the first few minutes, but he kept up."

Julia leaned back, crossing her arms. "Huh. You sound like you respect him."

Ethan shrugged. "Well, yeah. You have to give credit where it’s due."

But then, a sharp grin formed at the edge of his lips. "That being said—" he tapped his fingers against the desk, "—it’s only a matter of time before I surpass him."

That made Julia perk up, her smirk returning. "Heeeeh… Competitive, aren’t we?"

Ethan chuckled. "Always."

Lilia, who had been quietly listening up until now, rested her chin on her hand. "Alright, but I want details. You said Astron adapted quickly—what do you mean by that?"

Ethan thought back to the session, the way Astron had reacted to Eleanor’s increasing mana pressure. "It’s hard to explain. Most people resist when they’re under pressure like that. It’s instinct—you brace against it, fight to endure. But Astron? He flowed with it. Like he wasn’t just resisting, he was adjusting before it fully hit."

Lilia’s brows furrowed slightly. "That’s… unusual."

Ethan nodded. "Yeah. It wasn’t just strength—it was efficiency. And it makes me think that whatever training he’s had before coming here wasn’t normal."

Lucas let out a low whistle. "Damn. Now I really want to see you two go all out against each other."

Julia smirked. "Yeah, yeah, that’d be fun, but what I really want to see is who breaks first under Eleanor."

The conversation lulled for a moment before Julia, ever the one to stir things up, glanced toward Irina. "Hey, wait a second."

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The rest of the group turned their eyes on her as well.

"You’ve been awfully quiet through all of this," Julia said, narrowing her eyes. "Not interested in the Ethan vs. Astron saga?"

Irina, still leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, barely reacted. "Of course not," she said, her voice calm. "I just didn’t have anything to add."

Lucas, sitting next to her, frowned slightly, studying her expression. "Hmm."

Ethan raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. Lilia, however, tapped a finger against the table, tilting her head. "Really? I figured you’d at least have some thoughts on it."

Irina shrugged. "You all seem entertained enough without my input."

Lucas, still watching her closely, let it go—at least for now. But just as he turned his attention back to Ethan, he caught something.

A shift.

Irina’s posture, while still relaxed, suddenly held an extra tension. Her golden eyes flickered toward the classroom entrance for the briefest moment, and Lucas followed her gaze instinctively.

Just as the door creaked open.

Lucas barely had time to register the small change in Irina’s expression before he saw the reason.

Astron entered.

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