Gon's Harem System
Chapter 195: The surprise attack

Chapter 195: The surprise attack

Gon’s mind snapped into focus in an instant, a wave of clarity washing over him as the boy charged.

His body moved on instinct, planting his feet firmly in the sand, grounding himself against the imminent threat.

His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, the familiar weight of the blade a reassuring presence in his hand.

He took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of his heart steady as his stance shifted, knees bending slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and angling his sword in preparation.

The blade hovered in front of him, a barrier between himself and the oncoming assault, ready to deflect or strike as needed.

Every muscle in his body coiled, taut like a drawn bowstring, as he awaited the boy’s next move.

His gaze never left the attacker, eyes narrowing, scanning for any sign of the first strike.

He was ready, prepared to react in the blink of an eye, no matter what the boy threw at him.

His focus sharpened to a razor’s edge, tracking the subtle shifts in the boy’s stance, the slight twitch of his muscles, the way his grip tightened on the stick.

Was he going to swing? Was he going to jab?

The possibilities flickered in Gon’s mind in rapid succession, each one a potential threat.

His body tensed in response, muscles wound tight like springs, his senses heightened to the smallest detail.

His legs were ready to pivot, his sword held at the perfect angle for a swift parry or a quick slash, depending on what the boy did next.

The world seemed to narrow as the crowd’s deafening roar faded into a distant hum, a muted backdrop to the single point of focus that was the boy charging toward him.

Gon’s heart pounded in his chest, the steady rhythm of adrenaline racing through his veins.

Each beat was a countdown, a moment of waiting, bracing for the inevitable clash.

Time stretched, slowed, as his senses heightened, every detail around him sharpening to a painful clarity.

The boy was almost upon him now, the space between them closing with startling speed.

The stick was raised high, its tip gleaming in the harsh sunlight, the boy’s pink hair whipping in the air like a streak of bright flame, a vivid contrast to the desert dust swirling around them.

But then, without warning, the boy stopped. He froze, his body coming to an abrupt halt just inches away from Gon, as if the world itself had paused.

The tension in the air was palpable, a strange, electric stillness that hung between them.

The boy’s eyes remained locked on Gon’s, unwavering, but his movements had halted completely, as though he’d turned into a statue in the blink of an eye.

The stick, once poised for a strike, now hung motionless in the air, outstretched and close enough that Gon could’ve swatted it aside with a simple flick of his wrist.

Gon frowned, a ripple of uncertainty creeping across his focus as he studied the boy, his mind scrambling to piece together the sudden shift in the confrontation.

Why had the boy stopped? What was the purpose behind this bizarre pause?

His guard remained firmly in place, muscles still coiled and ready to react, but confusion gnawed at him.

Was this some sort of trick? A clever bluff to throw him off?

The boy’s silence was deafening, his stillness almost unnerving.

The boy’s face betrayed nothing, no sign of hesitation, no hint of a hidden strategy, just a blank, unreadable stare, as though he was watching something far beyond the battle unfolding in front of him.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his breathing calm and unbroken, giving no hint of anxiety or impatience.

Gon’s grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles whitening as a rush of thoughts flooded his mind.

Every possibility, every potential move the boy could make, flashed through his head in rapid succession.

What was happening? Why had he stopped? Was this some psychological trick to make him second-guess himself?

Gon’s heartbeat thundered in his ears, his senses heightened, and yet the silence stretched on, suffocating him with its tension.

Before he could make sense of the stillness, something shifted, an unexpected movement that cut through the air like a strike of lightning.

A snake, thin, green, and wicked fast, slithered out from the tip of the stick with a suddenness that left Gon no time to react.

Its sleek, sinuous body twisted and undulated like a blur of lightning, moving with unnatural speed.

The creature’s scales shimmered in the light, an almost hypnotic shade of jade, making it seem like a shadow moving in the sun.

Before Gon could fully comprehend what was happening, the snake’s head reared back, its jaws gaping wide as its fangs, long and menacing, flashed in the sunlight.

A sharp hiss split the air, a warning before the creature launched itself toward him, its body coiling as it struck with terrifying precision.

Gon’s eyes widened, his heart racing as the deadly fangs hurtled toward his chest, aiming with pinpoint accuracy, intent on sinking into his flesh.

Gon’s mind spun, still reeling from the snake’s sudden strike, the sheer speed of it almost impossible to process.

But his body reacted faster than his thoughts, instinct guiding him with precision.

Without thinking, he propelled himself backward, his legs driving him away from the danger, boots digging into the soft, shifting sand.

He felt the ground beneath him give way, his feet skidding across the arena floor as he leaped back just in time.

The snake’s fangs snapped shut with a sharp, audible click, the deadly tips of them mere inches from his chest.

He could feel the chill of its venomous breath on his skin, the rush of air as it lunged with all its deadly intent, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The moment stretched, a breathless heartbeat, before he landed back on his feet, his body already springing into a defensive stance,

His heart slammed against his ribs, the pulse of shock buzzing through every nerve, but Gon forced it down, pushing the wave of adrenaline back into focus.