Gon's Harem System
Chapter 102: Flawless Victory!

Chapter 102: Flawless Victory!

Gon’s real strike came low, fast and precise, aimed straight for Erlo’s ribs.

The opening was there.

His blade was already halfway through its arc, the attack perfectly timed, the angle impossible to defend.

Then suddenly, a metallic whir.

A sharp, mechanical hiss cut through the air, quick as a breath.

Before Gon’s blade could land, Erlo’s prosthetic arm moved... Then clamp.

Erlo’s prosthetic moved on its own, snapping into place just in time to intercept the attack.

The metal fingers locked around Gon’s blade with a mechanical grip, stopping it dead in its tracks.

The servos inside whined softly, adjusting, holding firm.

Gon’s eyes widened for half a second, then he moved.

A sharp breath, a flicker of motion, and in an instant, he tore himself free, leaping back before Erlo could counter.

His boots skidded against the sand, distance snapping between them once more.

His heart pounded. That wasn’t just defense, that was a trap.

And he had almost walked straight into it.

The crowd gasped.

The moment Gon pulled back, Erlo lunged, a powerful thrust, aimed straight at his center.

It was fast, efficient, and deadly precise, driving forward with enough force to end the fight in a single blow.

Gon barely dodged. His body twisted at the last possible second, instincts taking over before thought could catch up.

The blade skimmed past him, cold steel scraping against his side, slicing through fabric but missing flesh by the slimmest margin.

Too close. Too damn close.

The sting of near-defeat sent a jolt of adrenaline through Gon’s veins. He had been fast. But not fast enough.

And against Erlo, that was dangerous.

The crowd gasped again at the near-hit, the tension in the arena tightening like a drawn bowstring.

But Gon didn’t slow down.

He moved with purpose, boots pressing firmly into the sand as he exhaled, steadying himself.

His grip tightened around his sword, then he activated Iron Veil.

A shift, almost imperceptible, but undeniable.

His stance solidified, every muscle settling into perfect alignment.

He wasn’t just fast anymore, he was ready.

Iron Veil wasn’t about speed, It was about control.

Where Shadow Step had been fluid and elusive, Iron Veil was immovable.

A stance built not for dodging, but for absorbing force, turning an opponent’s power against them.

It was the foundation of a counterstrike.

Gon felt the shift settle into his body. His muscles relaxed, not from weakness, but from deliberate control.

He wouldn’t waste energy flinching, wouldn’t be thrown off balance.

Every attack Erlo threw would meet resistance, its momentum dulled, its impact softened.

And the moment there was an opening, Gon would strike with brutal efficiency.

Erlo noticed the shift immediately, and he pressed forward.

He wasn’t the type to hesitate, to stand back and wonder what had changed.

He had fought enough battles to know, when an opponent shifted their stance, the only way to understand it was to test it.

His sword flashed, cutting through the air in a sharp downward arc.

A strike meant to break through, to overwhelm.

But Gon didn’t dodge, he took it.

Blade met blade with a sharp, ringing clash.

The force of Erlo’s attack surged through him, but he didn’t buckle, didn’t recoil.

His stance held firm, absorbing the impact, grounding him like a stone against the tide.

And in that moment, when Erlo’s momentum stalled, when his blade found resistance instead of weakness, Gon struck back.

A quick riposte forcing Erlo to retreat but only for a breath.

The pattern continued, attack, absorb, counter.

Over and over, like the steady beat of a war drum.

Each time, Gon edged closer. His counters grew sharper, his footwork more exact.

Iron Veil wasn’t just holding, it was winning. Every blocked strike drained Erlo’s momentum, every counter pushed him back, inch by inch.

The weight of Gon’s control pressed down, steady and relentless.

But Erlo was too disciplined to break easily.

He adapted, he adjusted his timing, disrupting the rhythm Gon had begun to impose.

He struck a fraction of a second earlier than expected, then a fraction later, forcing Gon to recalibrate with every exchange.

Then a sudden sidestep.

Gon’s next counter sliced through empty air.

A sharp lunge followed, Erlo’s sword darting forward, forcing Gon to shift his defense.

Then a kick.

Not powerful, not reckless, just enough to upset Gon’s balance, to loosen the grip Iron Veil had on the fight.

The control he had built, Erlo was breaking it apart, piece by piece.

Gon gritted his teeth, he was getting pressured.

Erlo wasn’t just holding his ground now, he was pushing back.

And now, the momentum was shifting.

Gon needed an opening, any opening.

He exhaled, forcing himself to focus, to ignore the burn in his arms and the creeping weight of fatigue.

Erlo was steady, precise, but no one was untouchable, there had to be a gap.

And then, he found one.

For just a fraction of a second, Erlo overextended.

A fraction of an inch beyond his usual precision. A subtle shift that left his side momentarily exposed.

That was all Gon needed.

His body moved before thought could catch up.

A quick step in, a precise slash.

Gon’s blade cut through the space between them like lightning, striking with perfect timing.

The tip carved a clean line across Erlo’s real shoulder, not deep, but sharp enough to bite.

Erlo grunted, the impact jolting through his body.

He staggered back, his balance momentarily disrupted.

And for just a moment his grip faltered.

It was slight, barely noticeable.

But Gon saw it, the first crack in Erlo’s defense and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

He moved before Erlo could recover, pressing the attack.

His blade flashed, a second strike, clean and sharp, aimed with pinpoint precision.

Erlo barely had time to react, his balance still shifting, his injured shoulder slowing him just enough.

It was all Gon needed, his blade stopped just shy of Erlo’s throat.

Erlo didn’t have to think too long to realize he was at a disadvantage. "I yield." He said.

The fight was over.

The arena erupted.