Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 722 164.4 - The Attack

The air thickened with tension as the operatives moved closer, their movements coordinated, weapons gleaming faintly under the suppressed glow of the room. Irina's hazel eyes scanned their formation, her sharp mind already calculating trajectories and counters. With her flames suppressed, she turned to the power she knew she could rely on her [Telekinesis].

She exhaled sharply, focusing her mana. Invisible threads pulsed outward, gripping the shattered debris scattered around her. Broken stone, shards of glass, and fragments of steel trembled before rising into the air, orbiting her like a swarm of deadly satellites.

"This will have to do,' she thought grimly.

-Telekinesis

The first wave of attackers surged forward, their weapons raised. A suppression baton crackled as it swung toward her head, but Irina's hand flicked upward. A chunk of steel shot through the air, intercepting the blow with a resonant clang that sent the operative stumbling back.

Another lunged from the side, wielding an enchanted blade designed to pierce defensive barriers. Irina twisted her wrist, sending a slab of stone hurtling toward him. The impact struck his chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling to the ground.

The operatives hesitated for a split second, recalibrating their approach. Irina didn't wait for them to regroup. With a sharp motion, she launched the debris outward, each piece finding its mark with unnerving precision. One shard struck an attacker's knee, forcing him down, while another slammed into the chest of a second, cracking his

armor.

-Body Enchantment

Even as her telekinesis created a defensive perimeter, Irina knew she couldn't rely on it alone. Her body was her last line of defense, and she wasn't going to be caught unprepared.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she reached inward, channeling her mana into her muscles and bones. Her limbs tingled with the familiar sensation of [Enhancement] magic taking hold. Her strength surged, her reflexes sharpened, and her stamina stabilized, even under the oppressive weight of the suppression field. When the next operative came at her, his blade swinging low toward her legs, she didn't dodge. Instead, she stepped forward, her enhanced leg sweeping upward in a brutal kick that connected with his weapon arm. The force of the blow disarmed him instantly, sending his weapon skittering across the floor.

Another operative closed in from behind, aiming for her blind spot. Irina's senses

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flared, and she pivoted sharply. Her telekinesis caught a shard of glass mid-air, hurling it toward the attacker with deadly speed. The shard struck true, slicing across his shoulder and forcing him to retreat.

The operatives adjusted, coordinating their efforts with practiced movements. Suppression arrows rained down from above, their mana-laden tips glowing faintly. Irina's eyes darted upward, and with a sweeping motion of her hand, she redirected the debris around her to intercept the projectiles. Each arrow shattered on impact, the fragments falling harmlessly to the ground.

But the reprieve was brief. A group of three operatives charged her simultaneously, their enchanted weapons glowing faintly as they aimed to overwhelm her defenses.

Irina crouched low, her body coiling like a spring. Her telekinesis flared to life, lifting a massive slab of stone from the ground. With a sharp motion, she hurled it toward the group. The sheer force of the impact sent two operatives flying, while the third managed to sidestep the projectile.

He lunged at her, his blade aimed for her chest. Irina shifted her stance, her enhanced body moving with speed and precision. She caught his wrist mid-strike, her grip like iron. With a twist of her arm, she disarmed him, the blade clattering to the floor.

"Not today," she muttered, driving her knee into his stomach. The operative crumpled, gasping for air as he fell to the ground.

Despite her efforts, the sheer number of attackers was beginning to weigh on her. Sweat dripped down her temple, her breathing steady but labored. Her enhanced body could only sustain this level of exertion for so long, and the suppression field continued to press heavily on her mana reserves.

But Irina didn't falter. She tightened her focus, the debris around her swirling with renewed intensity. Each movement of her hands sent shards and fragments flying, her telekinesis acting as both sword and shield.

'I just need to hold on,' she thought, her resolve hardening. 'Astron will finish this. I just have to keep standing."

The next wave of operatives advanced, their confidence shaken but their intent unwavering. Irina raised her hands, her telekinetic grip tightening on every piece of debris within reach.

"Come on, then," she said, her voice steady despite the strain. "Let's see if you can keep up."

The battle raged on, but Irina stood firm, a force of will and raw power refusing to be overwhelmed. This wasn't just survival-it was defiance, and she wasn't going to let them take her down.

As the last of the operatives retreated momentarily, Irina's steady breath echoed in the smoke-filled hall. She tightened her grip on the swirling debris around her, her mind clear and her stance firm. But then, a new presence emerged-a chilling shift in the air that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Two figures stepped forward from the shadows, their movements deliberate and unhurried. Unlike the other operatives, these two radiated an aura of authority and danger, their confidence palpable.

Irina's sharp hazel eyes assessed them immediately. One of them carried a spear, its sleek, enchanted surface glowing faintly in the dim light. He was tall and lean, his movements precise as he twirled the weapon lazily in his hands. The other wielded a sword, its blade jagged and menacing, designed for more than just killing-it was made to inflict pain. This one was broader, his stance grounded and unshakable, his eyes gleaming with a cruel sense of amusement.

"Well, well," the swordsman said, his voice low and mocking. "Look at her. The Emberheart heiress, fighting so hard. Alone."

The spearman chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Irina with predatory intent. "Do you really think you can hold us off by yourself?" He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "How arrogant. Typical of the Emberhearts."

Irina didn't respond, her expression hardening as she steadied herself. She adjusted her stance slightly, her telekinetic barrier tightening around her.

"Silent now?" the swordsman sneered. "Or maybe... your boyfriend left you to deal with this mess on your own?" His words dripped with mockery. "Don't worry, though. He'll be following your direction soon enough."

Irina's jaw tightened, her grip on the swirling debris faltering for just a second. 'Ignore them, she told herself, forcing her focus back onto the fight. "Their words are just

another weapon!

The spearman took a step forward, his weapon spinning once before pointing directly at her. "Let's see how long she can last."

The spearman lunged first, his weapon moving with speed and precision. Irina redirected a chunk of debris toward him, but he sidestepped it effortlessly, closing the distance between them in an instant. His spear lashed out, the enchanted tip glinting as it sliced toward her.

Irina threw up a telekinetic barrier, catching the strike, but the force sent her skidding back a step. She countered immediately, sending shards of steel toward him, but the swordsman was already moving, his blade flashing as he intercepted the projectiles

mid-air.

"Not bad," the spearman said, his tone mocking. "But not good enough."

Before she could react, he thrust again, his spear grazing her side. Pain lanced through her as blood seeped from the cut, but she grit her teeth, refusing to falter. She lashed out telekinetically, forcing the two back momentarily.

The swordsman chuckled darkly, stepping forward as the spearman circled to her side.

"You're good," he admitted, his voice carrying a twisted sense of approval. "But we

don't need to kill you, do we?"

They weren't trying to end her life-they were trying to incapacitate her. To capture her. That much was evident from the start so she was not surprised at all.

'Hch....'

But well, that was going to be their mistake.

The spearman's enchanted weapon glinted in the dim light as it lunged forward, aimed with surgical precision at Irina's abdomen. Her muscles tensed, her body already bracing for the pain. Blood already seeped from shallow cuts across her arms and sides, her enhanced body pushed to its limit. But her resolve didn't waver. Just a little longer,' she thought, her hazel eyes fierce despite the exhaustion weighing

on her limbs. I can endure this. I trust him.'

The spear was mere inches away when it stopped.

A pulse of purple energy erupted between her and the spearman, an ethereal barrier

appearing out of nowhere. The energy shimmered, its surface swirling with intricate patterns as it spread across the battlefield. The spearman froze mid-strike, his arm trembling as he tried and failed to push past the invisible force.

"What is this?" he snarled, his voice carrying a note of panic. Irina's eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the scene. The swordsman, too, found himself unable to move, his blade halted mid-swing. His expression twisted into one of confusion and anger as he struggled against the same force binding his

companion.

"It's him," Irina whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of relief and determination.

'Astron.'

The faint hum of suppression mana, a constant oppressive weight on her senses, began to fade. Irina's eyes flickered toward the edges of the room, and her heart

skipped a beat as she realized what was happening.

The veil suppressing her fire magic was disappearing.

She flexed her fingers instinctively, a flicker of flame sparking to life at her fingertips. The warmth spread quickly, familiar and comforting, as her connection to her core reignited. The suppression was gone, and her power-her fire-washers again. The spearman's struggle grew more frantic, his voice rising as he barked, "What kind

of trick is this?!"

The swordsman snarled, his tone sharp with frustration. "This isn't over! Do you hear

me, Emberheart?!"

Irina stepped forward, her flames igniting fully now, coiling around her arms like

living serpents. Her gaze was sharp, unyielding as she stared down her immobilized attackers. The pain in her body was still there, but it felt distant now, muted by then/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

surge of power coursing through her veins. "Heh.....Finally....."

It was her battlefield now.