Gon's Harem System
Chapter 118: Milo vs sera part 2

Chapter 118: Milo vs sera part 2

Minutes stretched on, the sand beneath them churned into a chaotic mess of footprints and shallow trenches from their relentless dance

Sera landed a glancing blow to Milo’s wrist, her knuckles digging into the tendon with enough force to make his grip falter for a split second

She seized the moment, spinning into a high kick aimed at his temple, her heel cutting through the air like a scythe

Milo ducked just in time, the wind of her kick ruffling his hair, and dropped low, sweeping his sword toward her legs in a desperate counter

Sera leapt over the blade, her body twisting mid-air with acrobatic precision that drew a collective gasp from the stands, landing in a crouch as she launched herself at him again, aiming a palm strike at his ribs

The blow connected, her palm slamming into his side with a force that made Milo grunt, the air rushing from his lungs as he staggered back

Pain flared through his ribs, sharp and searing, but he clenched his jaw, refusing to let it slow him

He retaliated with a flurry of rapid slashes, his sword a silver blur as he drove Sera back, forcing her to weave and dodge to avoid the blade’s edge

One slash came perilously close, the tip slicing through her tunic’s sleeve and leaving a thin red line across her forearm

Sera hissed at the sting but didn’t waver, her focus unyielding as she ducked under his next swing and aimed a brutal jab at his solar plexus, intent on knocking the wind out of him and ending the fight

Milo twisted away at the last moment, the jab grazing his stomach instead of landing fully, but it threw him off balance

His boots slipped in the sand as Sera pressed her advantage, her fists and feet a relentless barrage targeting every weak point she could reach, his knees, elbows, the tendons in his neck

Milo parried what he could, his sword flashing in frantic arcs, but he was on the defensive now, his breaths ragged as he struggled to regain control

The crowd was on its feet, their shouts deafening as they sensed the tide shifting toward Sera, her unyielding assault pushing Milo to the edge of collapse

But Milo had a secret, a move he’d kept hidden throughout the tournament, perfected in the shadowed groves beyond the duchy during late-night training sessions under the moon’s watchful eye

He’d named it Phantom Blade Dance, a technique inspired by tales of ancient swordmasters he’d read in dusty tomes, honed until it was a weapon no one expected from a swordsman of his style

It was a gamble, requiring precise timing and a moment of vulnerability to execute, but as Sera lunged for what she believed would be the decisive blow, a palm strike aimed at the nerve cluster in his thigh, Milo saw his opening

He let her strike land, gritting his teeth against the jolt of pain as her blow numbed his leg, the muscle twitching involuntarily for a fleeting second

The crowd gasped, thinking he’d faltered, and Sera pressed forward, her eyes narrowing as she sensed victory within reach

But Milo had planned for this, using the pain as a trigger, he channeled his energy into his sword, his grip tightening as he exploded into motion

In an instant, his blade moved faster than the eye could follow, slashing in a series of rapid, overlapping strikes that created a shimmering cascade of illusory afterimages, phantom blades that danced around him like ghostly echoes

The arena fell silent for a heartbeat, the crowd stunned as the air filled with what seemed like dozens of swords, each one slicing toward Sera from a different angle

She froze, her instincts screaming at the sudden shift, but the illusions masked the real strike, a single, precise slash aimed at her wrist, delivered with Milo’s full speed and strength

The flat of his blade slammed into her pressure point with a crack, sending a jolt of numbness up her arm that made her fingers spasm, her balance faltering as the unexpected assault threw her off

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, their disbelief turning to awe as Milo seized the moment, dropping his sword and lunging forward in a move so unorthodox it defied his swordsman’s reputation

He tackled Sera to the ground, his weight pinning her as he twisted her numbed arm behind her back in a grappling hold she hadn’t anticipated

She thrashed beneath him, her legs kicking out as she sought leverage to break free, but Milo’s grip was unyielding, his knee pressing into the small of her back to keep her pinned

His leg still pulsed with pain, his ribs ached from her earlier hits, but he ignored the pain, his focus absolute as he tightened his hold, forcing her to still

The sand clung to their sweat-soaked skin, the gritty texture a sharp contrast to the smoothness of their movements moments before

"Yield," he said, his voice low and strained but firm, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke over the crowd’s uproar

Sera’s chest heaved, her breaths ragged as she glared up at him from the corner of her eye, her pink braid now loose and tangled with sand

Her body ached, every muscle screaming from the brutal fight, and her pride battled fiercely with her pragmatism

She’d pushed him to his limits, nearly had him beaten, but that damned Phantom Blade Dance, those impossible illusions, had turned the tide in a way she couldn’t have predicted

After a tense, breathless moment, she let out a sharp exhale, her body going slack beneath him as she muttered, "Fine. I yield."

The announcer’s voice boomed across the courtyard, barely cutting through the crowd’s deafening cheers. "Milo wins!"

The stands shook with the force of their excitement, spectators leaping to their feet as they shouted themselves hoarse, some marveling at Milo’s hidden technique, others praising Sera’s ferocious tenacity

Milo released her slowly, rolling off to collapse onto his back in the sand, his chest heaving as he gulped down air

His leg still pulsed with pain, his ribs bruised and tender, but a triumphant grin spread across his face as he stared up at the gray sky, the rush of victory surging through him like a wildfire.