Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 880

The moment the signal was given, Asher and Caden moved.

Their footsteps pounded against the training ground as they charged forward—not recklessly, but with deliberate aggression. The two of them had been assigned to the left flank, where Astron’s strategy would be put to the test.

The plan was simple.

Overload one side, make it look like brute force, and bait the enemy into shifting more bodies to counter.

A crude plan. One that relied on the enemy underestimating them.

If their opponents were sharp enough to see through the bait, then things would get dangerous.

And yet…

’He looked pretty confident there.’

Asher glanced briefly in Astron’s direction.

Asher’s eyes flicked toward Astron’s position.

Or rather—where Astron was supposed to be.

But he was gone.

’When did he—?’

There was no sign of movement, no trace of his departure. One second he had been there, calmly standing in place. The next—vanished.

Asher didn’t like that.

Not because he needed Astron to hold his hand, but because it meant that Astron had seen something before anyone else had. And Asher hated being a step behind.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Their first opponent had already stepped forward.

Rebecca.

The moment she came into view, Asher clicked his tongue. Of course, it was her.

She was loose-limbed, her stance deceptively relaxed, but Asher wasn’t fooled. Rebecca wasn’t the kind of fighter who relied on raw strength or overwhelming mana. No—her speed, unpredictability, and footwork were her real weapons.

Caden, standing beside him, let out a low whistle. "Looks like we got company."

Rebecca tilted her head slightly, cracking her neck. "Didn’t take you long. That’s nice." Her tone was light, almost amused. "So, you guys here to break through or just stretching your legs?"

Asher didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted his stance, already moving.

He wasn’t going to waste time trading words.

Rebecca smirked. "Guess that’s my answer."

She dodged before his attack even fully came through—her reflexes were sharp, her instincts tuned to avoidance rather than direct clashes. Asher’s fist swiped past her shoulder by a hair’s breadth as she twisted her body mid-step, her counterstrike already primed.

Caden moved to intercept, bringing his leg up for a high kick.

Rebecca saw it coming. She adjusted at the last second, ducking low as Caden’s attack whipped just over her head.

’Fast.**

Rebecca wasn’t just dodging—she was baiting.

She let them think they were about to land a hit, then slipped through at the very last second, forcing them to commit while she lined up her next move.

Annoying.

And dangerous.

Because Asher could already tell—if they let her dictate the pace, this fight would become a slow bleed.

Rebecca pivoted on her back foot, her leg snapping out in a lightning-fast roundhouse aimed at Asher’s side. He barely had time to block, raising his forearm to absorb the impact.

THUD.

The force of it sent a vibration up his bones.

Rebecca grinned, using the momentum to spin into another kick—this time toward Caden.

Caden, however, was ready.

He didn’t block—he stepped into the kick, closing the distance faster than Rebecca expected. The sudden shift ruined her angle, and Caden’s elbow slammed into her stomach.

Rebecca let out a sharp exhale, but instead of retreating, she grabbed onto his arm.

She yanked him forward, trying to use his own weight against him. But before she could throw him, Asher moved.

His foot came up in a snap kick, slamming into Rebecca’s ribs and forcing her to release Caden.

Rebecca stumbled back slightly, but she was still standing.

And she was still smirking.

"You two hit pretty hard," she admitted, rolling her shoulder. "Guess I should take this seriously."

She planted her feet, her mana flaring slightly—not flashy, but controlled, precise.

Asher exhaled sharply. ’Tch. This is taking too long.’

He hadn’t expected her to go down easily. But they needed to move.

And then—

A sudden presence.

Asher barely had time to react before a second figure rushed in.

Adrian Langley.

’Here we go.’

The moment he arrived, the fight shifted.

Adrian was a defensive fighter—his specialty wasn’t overwhelming offense, but rather controlling engagements. Minimizing damage, buying time, forcing enemies to waste energy.

And just like that, their momentum stalled.

Rebecca and Adrian positioned themselves together, closing off any easy angles of attack.

Caden cursed under his breath. "They’re forming a wall."

Asher grit his teeth. This was the worst outcome—if they got bogged down in a drawn-out fight, the rest of the enemy team would have time to adapt, to counter.

But then something hit him.

Something was missing.

’Wait. Where’s the third defender?’

They were supposed to pull three of them in.

Where is the third defender?

Asher’s fingers curled into fists, his instincts flaring with unease.

Their plan had been to force three of them to this side, leaving the artifact weaker on the other end. But now, standing in front of them were only two—Rebecca and Adrian.

The third was missing.

His mind raced.

Had their opponents seen through their strategy? Had they figured out that Astron wasn’t just a background piece in this game?

If so—this whole exercise was already lost.

Tch.

Asher clenched his jaw, eyes flicking to the side, toward the ruined cityscape beyond the fight. If the enemy had left their strongest fighter back at the artifact’s location…