Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest



Chapter 951 219.1 - Show

The rest of the dungeon fell in sequence-clean, sharp, and precise.

The split-wave pattern tried to throw them off: packs of leech-hounds and blade-backed beasts rushing from two fronts, some even climbing walls to approach from above. But the formation absorbed everything. No cracks. No hesitation.

Sylvie's support spells wove through the group like threads of gold, her enchantments tightening armor responses and weaving shield layers with perfect timing. Her combat spells-limited, but precise-picked off weakened enemies without disrupting her rhythm.

Layla didn't buckle once. Her stance had changed since earlier simulations-less reactive, more assertive. When she blocked, she countered. When she was hit, she recovered instantly. Her breathing stayed even, even as the last brute slammed into her shield before collapsing.

Jasmine, too, had grown sharper. Her movements were cleaner, her aggression more calculated. She stayed in zone, managing her range without drifting too deep. Her strikes didn't just hit-they created space. A rhythm that let. Irina breathe fire.

And Irina... was Irina.

No matter how seamless the others became, she remained the storm in the middle. Her flames surged and receded in elegant waves, demolishing every group that dared press forward. She didn't dominate the space selfishly-she orchestrated it, knowing when to overwhelm and when to hold back. Every flame had purpose. Every burst carved a path.

Astron?

He drifted along the edge of the formation, a quiet shadow between layers.

There wasn't much for him to do-not because he wasn't needed, but because the others had finally stopped relying on his constant correction. He patched gaps, yes. A well-placed throw here, a perfect counter-blade there. But the pressure on him had lightened.

And that was fine.

Because the point wasn't to shine-it was to win as a unit.

When the final boss-a plated chimera wrapped in mana chains-fell with a crashing thud, the room went still. Sylvie's last glyph slowly faded. Irina exhaled a short breath. Layla lowered her shield with a small gasp. Jasmine grinned and wiped sweat from her brow.

Astron just straightened and flicked blood off his blade.

"Clear," he said simply.

The dungeon responded instantly-runes dimming, mana density stabilizing, the exit archway pulsing open with a soft, steady hum. The simulation had ended.