Gon's Harem System
Chapter 43: Gon’s turn to fight

Chapter 43: Gon’s turn to fight

"Now for our next fight...!" the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena, his tone laced with a contagious excitement that stirred the crowd.

He paused for a moment, letting the suspense build, the audience leaning forward in anticipation.

"Oh, you won’t want to miss this one, folks!" he continued, his voice rising to a dramatic crescendo. "This fight is guaranteed to have you gripping the edges of your seats, your hearts pounding, your breath caught in your throats as you watch every move, every hit, and every clash unfold before your eyes!"

His energy was electric, each word charged with enthusiasm that made the air buzz with expectation.

The crowd became quiet their excitement building as they turned their eyes to the stage, eager to see the next warriors step into the arena.

Gon’s heart began to pound in his chest, each beat growing louder and faster, like a drum echoing in his ears.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, not from fear, but from the overwhelming rush of adrenaline coursing through him.

He was certain—it had to be his turn now. Every fiber of his being told him so.

The announcer’s booming voice and the silence of the crowd only added to the tension building within him.

Gon straightened his posture, his eyes narrowing with focus as he prepared to step forward, ready to face whatever or whoever was waiting for him in the ring.

"The next two competitors are none other than..." the announcer paused, dragging out the suspense as the crowd leaned in, holding their breaths. Then, with a booming voice that shook the very air, he continued, "Our duke’s beloved son—Gon!"

The arena erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps.

Some spectators clapped enthusiastically, while others whispered in hushed tones, surprised to see the young noble in the ring.

Gon felt the weight of every gaze upon him, their expectations heavy but thrilling.

His name echoed through the stadium like a drumbeat, growing louder and louder as the audience fed on the announcer’s excitement.

Gon let out a slow, shaky sigh, a mix of relief and nervous energy. "Phew," he muttered under his breath, his chest rising and falling as he steadied himself.

So, it was finally his turn. No more waiting, no more wondering. The moment had arrived.

He adjusted his grip on the hilt of his sword, his fingers tightening until his knuckles turned white.

The familiar weight of the blade gave him a sense of focus, grounding him in the chaos of the roaring crowd.

He lifted his chin slightly, keeping his head stiff and his gaze fixed straight ahead, determined not to show any sign of hesitation.

Yet, beneath that carefully composed exterior, his thoughts were racing.

Without turning his head, he let his eyes dart subtly around the arena, scanning the other competitors who stood nearby.

His heartbeat quickened as he searched for the one who would be his opponent.

Gon’s pulse thudded in his ears, but he forced himself to focus.

This was not the time for doubt. He took another breath, trying to quiet his racing thoughts, his sword now an extension of his body.

All that mattered now was the battle ahead.

"And Ethan!" the announcer declared, his voice ringing out over the roaring crowd, sealing the announcement with a flourish.

Gon’s brow furrowed as the name echoed in his ears. Ethan? he thought, the name unfamiliar to him.

His grip on his sword tightened further, his palms growing slightly damp as he ran through the possibilities.

He quickly darted another glance around the arena, trying to spot anyone who seemed to react to the announcement.

The name felt like a question hanging in the air, one that only the next few moments would answer.

Gon straightened his back, his expression sharpening.

His unspoken question was answered only moments later when movement from the side of the arena caught his eye.

The blonde guy, who had been lounging casually on a stone block earlier, now rose to his feet with an easy, unhurried grace.

Gon’s eyes narrowed as he watched the figure step forward, his presence instantly commanding attention.

The blonde hair, which gleamed under the sunlight , fell messily around his face, giving him a carefree yet confident air.

He carried no visible tension, his movements smooth and relaxed, as if stepping into a fight was as natural to him as breathing.

As Ethan reached the center of the arena, he glanced toward Gon, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Gon stiffened. Whatever this guy was about, he wasn’t going to make it easy.

Ethan’s gauntlet caught the sunlight as he moved, the polished metal gleaming brilliantly and drawing every eye in the arena.

The intricate design of the armor piece, with its sharp edges and golden accents, suggested power and skill.

The moment he stepped fully into the ring, the entire crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath that filled the air.

The contrast between the two fighters was stark, almost overwhelming.

Ethan, with his towering frame, and aura of calm authority, looked every inch the seasoned warrior.

Gon, on the other hand, though determined, seemed smaller in comparison.

His simple gear and youthful energy couldn’t hide the fact that he lacked the same intimidating presence.

Whispers broke out among the spectators, their voices a mix of awe and doubt.

It was obvious to anyone watching—this was a mismatch.

Based on looks alone, Ethan seemed far superior.

His well-built physique and confident posture exuded experience, while Gon, despite his resolute stance, looked like an underdog who had bitten off more than he could chew

Gon felt the weight of their stares and the unspoken judgment of the crowd, but he didn’t let it faze him.

He shifted his grip on his sword, his knuckles tightening. Appearances didn’t decide battles—he would prove that soon enough.

"Now, I want you all to remember the last fight and its outcome before making up your minds about this one!" the announcer declared, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a sharp blade.