Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 953 219.3 - Show

It was not bad indeed.

The silence that followed was satisfying. The kind earned only through motion, not words. His hands remained open for a second longer, letting the faint pulse of residual mana thrum in the chakrams before he flicked them back into their compartments. They vanished with a metallic whisper.

Enough for now.

He hadn't neglected his chakrams-nor the rifle or the bow. Each had their moment. Each served a purpose.

But daggers were where it all began.

His feet shifted into stance. His fingers brushed the hilts with familiarity, the twin blades slipping free once more. Clean. Responsive. Built not for brute power-but for a style that demanded instinct, agility, precision.

Time to sharpen the edge again.

The system responded instantly.

[Weapon Focus: Dual Daggers]

[Engagement Type: Close Quarters Combat]

[Golem Units: Adaptive Difficulty Enabled]

The floor beneath him shimmered. One by one, the training golems emerged again- three this time, each with a different build. One armored. One fast. One unpredictable. Good.

He moved before they did.

The first dagger found its mark in the throat seam of the nearest unit-a gap he had memorized after countless repetitions. He used its collapse as a springboard, launching into a spin that brought his second dagger into a sweeping slash against the side of the nimble-type golem. Sparks lit up, but its plating held.

He adjusted-twisting midair, kicking off the golem's shoulder to gain height. His daggers arced together downward in an X-shaped strike, denting the plating enough to drive his knee into the joint and buckle it.

It fell.

A flicker passed through his senses.

He froze mid-turn-daggers poised to strike-and exhaled through his nose.

She's back.

'Eleanor'