Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 399 91.7 - Duels [2]

Chapter 399 Chapter 91.7 - Duels [2]

From the moment he got the memories of his parallel self, Lucas understood one simple thing.

This world was not a fair place.

One could put everything they had into one thing, yet they might still never reach the heights that those who didn't even put half of the effort into the same thing.

It was not rewarding.

Not fair.

Justice didn't exist.

It was a place where only the strong ate the weak. If you were the winner, no matter what, your traces would remain.

No one would remember the losers. Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

That was what he realized.

'Hero Butcherer.'

Therefore, he didn't care if the person before him was bound to become a villain or not. People had reasons, and from his perspective, Vincent had the right to become one.

Even after learning what happened to his brother, the world still sided with Middleton's.

In the end, it was Vincent's family that perished in the confrontation.

Just like himself.

Just like himself, who lost his life trying to protect Ethan, the only person who could save everyone, to protect the world.

He fought bravely, without any selfishness, and perished in the end like a hero.

Yet, what happened afterward? Did his legacy remain?

That demon showed him. And the answer was clear.

A built statue in the middle of a street. A small place in a museum. In some books, writing history.

But, in those same books, every time, he was never remembered since the people on the front were not him.

Ethan, Julia, Victor, Sylvie, Irina.....The list went on since they were the final party that defeated the last threat.

But what about him?

No one.

The June 22nd was dedicated to him as the hero. Yet, what happened afterward?

In just five years, the whole month itself was declared for another group. A newly emerging group who had migrated from their hometown to the Human Domain.

Demi humans.

With their mitigation to society, the whole month of June was dedicated to the hardships they had encountered, as well as the discrimination that they faced.

To celebrate the rights that they painstakingly got from human society. Everyone

Or was what truly how it was?

Yet, eventually, nobody remembered those who made the peace possible in the end. Those who bravely fought.

Their names were forgotten.

The respect, the honor....It was no longer there.

That was then, Lucas himself realized. It was all pointless.

Complete Execution.

He was determined to unleash this special skill and end the fight decisively.

Lucas, however, was calm and composed. He had seen Vincent's techniques before and knew exactly what he was planning.

Each strike aimed at him was carefully calculated to build up the [Hemorrhage] stacks required for Vincent's devastating finishing move.

In a way, Vincent's kit of abilities made him such a formidable opponent, even though his stats were lower than those of his enemies.

Since the [Berserker's Wrath] was a couple of buffed attacks that would easily amplify [Hemorrhage] to his opponent while also hiding his intentions more easily.

SWOOSH! Vincent's first strike came crashing down, and Lucas sidestepped, allowing the blade to graze his arm. Blood trickled from the shallow cut, and the first stack of [Hemorrhage] was applied.

'One.' The second strike was a sweeping horizontal slash. Lucas deflected it with his sword but allowed it to nick his side, adding a second stack.

'Two.' Vincent's eyes gleamed with anticipation. He could feel the momentum shifting in his favor. His third strike was a diagonal slash that Lucas narrowly avoided, but not without earning another cut and a third stack.

'Three.' Lucas was fully aware of what Vincent was doing. He was letting Vincent believe he was gaining the upper hand, all while conserving his own strength and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.

The fourth strike came with even more ferocity. Vincent aimed for Lucas's legs, hoping to cripple him. Lucas let the blade scrape against his thigh, adding the fourth stack. The crowd gasped at the blood now staining Lucas's clothes, unaware of the strategy at play.

'Four.' Vincent's confidence soared. He raised his axe high, ready to deliver the fifth and final strike needed to activate [Guillotine of Blood].

"Heh....It seems you are nothing after all."

His eyes were filled with the certainty of his imminent victory.

It was the same as the crowd.

"Lucas Middleton is losing?"

"Wasn't he pushing Vincent? How come the tables have turned?"

"It seems the Middletons are going to lose this time. What a pity. I am pretty sure Julia Middleton would win against him."

"Of course, Julia would win. Did you not see how she fought in the Blackthorn's Banquet?"

"Right, she was there at that time."

The opinion of the crowds changed, but one thing was clear. Everyone clearly thought that Lucas was losing and that he was being a disgrace.

SWOOSH! However, contrary to what the logical conclusion was, those who knew Lucas and the real Middletons felt differently.

'Lucas. You have improved.'

Especially in the case of the white-haired man watching the fight.

'You even stepped into the Illusion Realm.' Just as the axe descended, Lucas's body suddenly blurred. Vincent's axe cleaved through the air, hitting nothing but an afterimage. The Lucas he had been targeting shattered like glass, disappearing before his eyes.

SWOOSH! "What?"

Vincent's eyes widened in shock. He barely had time to register what was happening before he felt a sharp pain in his legs.

SLASH! THUD! Lucas's blade had already found its mark, slashing through Vincent's leg joints with precise strikes. Vincent cried out in pain as his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.

Before Vincent could react, Lucas's blade was at his throat. The cold steel pressed against his skin, and he realized with a sinking feeling that he had been thoroughly outplayed. Lucas had seen through his intentions from the very beginning and had manipulated the fight to this moment.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as the once-mighty Vincent Hale knelt before Lucas Middleton, defeated. The duel had been a masterful display of strategy and skill, and Lucas's victory was undeniable.

"Yield."

Vincent, breathing heavily and with pain etched across his face, looked hatefully into Lucas' eyes.

But there was nothing he could do. Instead of acting like a crybaby, it was always better to accept the result like a man.

"I yield."