Gon's Harem System
Chapter 39: A shock move

Chapter 39: A shock move

Trois, her instincts screaming in desperation, made a split-second decision.

Instead of attempting a futile dodge or counter, she hurled her body downward with every ounce of strength and resolve she could muster.

Her knees buckled, her torso twisted sharply, and she collapsed toward the ground in a controlled yet chaotic motion.

The chain whistled through the air above her, so close that she could feel the rush of displaced wind ruffle her hair.

Her palms slapped against the rough earth to steady her fall, and the impact jarred her arms and shoulders, sending tremors up through her frame.

She clenched her teeth against the shock, her chest heaving as her cheek brushed the dirt.

For a brief moment, she lay there, her heart pounding like a war drum in her ears, acutely aware of how narrowly she had evaded the deadly strike.

However, the reckless maneuver had come at a cost.

Her side throbbed with a deep ache where she had hit the ground, and her left arm bore the sharp sting of fresh bruises forming beneath the skin.

Each breath sent a dull, pulsing pain radiating through her ribs, but she forced herself to remain steady.

The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers and claps echoing through the arena like thunder, acknowledging the sheer determination and grit she had displayed.

Still crouched on the floor, Trois winced, her body trembling slightly as she fought to catch her breath.

Her fingers pressed lightly against her bruised side, testing the damage, though the pain only drew a sharp intake of air.

She closed her eyes briefly, steeling herself against the pain before reopening them, determination flickering in her gaze.

Illix’s expression darkened, his composure cracking as the crowd’s cheers fueled his frustration.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, the chain darted forward once more, gleaming under the arena lights like a serpent striking its prey.

Trois barely had time to react before the metal links coiled tightly around her sword arm, biting into her sleeve and pressing painfully against her skin.

The sudden grip made her gasp, the cold metal contrasting sharply with the heat of her bruised muscles.

Illix wasted no time. He yanked the chain with brutal force, the sudden pull jarring her arm and sending a shockwave of pain shooting through her shoulder.

Her grip on the sword wavered, the strain testing her resolve as her feet slid slightly on the her resolve as her feet slid slightly on the

dirt floor.

He tugged again, harder this time, clearly aiming to rip her weapon from her grasp.

The crowd’s cheers shifted into an anxious murmur, the tension thick enough to feel like a weight pressing on the air.

Trois gritted her teeth, the muscles in her jaw tightening as she fought against the relentless pull of the chain.

Her fingers burned with effort as she clung to her sword with one hand, refusing to let it slip from her grasp.

With a sharp inhale, she braced herself against the pain radiating through her arm and pushed against the tugging force.

Summoning what strength remained, she shifted her weight and rose to her feet in one determined motion.

Her free hand darted to the dagger strapped to her waist, and with a fierce cry, she slashed at the air in a wide arc.

The sudden attack forced Illix to stumble back, his grip loosening slightly on the chain as he scrambled to avoid the blade.

The crowd erupted in wild cheers at her defiance, their energy surging through the arena like a roaring tide.

Despite the pain searing through her body, Trois stood tall, her fiery gaze locked on Illix, her sword still firmly in her hand.

The chain slackened around her arm, falling away as Trois yanked it free.

Relief was fleeting, however, as Illix quickly regained his footing.

His eyes burned with renewed focus, his movements sharp and deliberate.

With a practiced flourish, he spun the chain like a whip, the metal links slicing through the air with a menacing whistle.

The sound alone was enough to send a shiver down Trois’ spine, but she didn’t dare falter.

Illix drew the chain closer to his body, his movements fluid and controlled, like a predator coiling for another strike.

The weight of the weapon seemed insignificant in his hands as he shifted his stance, his eyes locked onto Trois with the precision of a hawk.

Each spin of the chain was calculated, the metallic blur a deadly promise of what was to come.

The crowd fell into a tense hush, their anticipation palpable as they waited for the next move.

Trois saw her opportunity.

The brief moment of rhythm in Illix’s movements left an opening, and she seized it without hesitation.

Her muscles coiled like a spring, and she launched forward, her body a blur of motion. Her boots struck the dirt in quick, decisive steps, each one closing the gap between her and her opponent.

Her speed was astonishing, a burst of energy that defied the pain surging through her bruised body.

Illix’s eyes widened in surprise, his chain mid-spin as he realized too late the danger barreling toward him.

The force of her sudden advance disrupted his rhythm, his focus wavering just enough to give her the upper hand.

Her movements were sharp, deliberate, her every motion fueled by determination as she pressed her advantage.

In a flash, Trois was upon him, closing the distance in a heartbeat.

Her swords gleamed in the arena’s harsh light, poised and ready, but she made no move to slash.

Instead, her free hand darted to a small pouch at her hip, swift and precise.

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed its contents—a cloud of fine, powdery spice that exploded into the air between them.

The cloud sparkled faintly as it caught the light, a deceptive beauty masking its sharp, stinging nature.

The pungent aroma hit like a wave, filling the space around them.

Illix recoiled instinctively, his confident stance crumbling as the spice assaulted his eyes and nose.

He stumbled back, his chain faltering mid-spin as he brought his hands to his face in a desperate attempt to shield himself.