Gon's Harem System
Chapter 64: An embarrassing win

Chapter 64: An embarrassing win

"Alright, alright," he drawled, his voice carrying over the hushed murmurs of the crowd. "Let’s give the boy a chance."

"Show me what you’ve got."

The crowd leaned in, eager, expectant.

Then he moved.

The moment Loxi moved, it was as if the air itself shifted—one second, he was standing still, and the next, he was a blur of motion.

His boots barely touched the ground as he dashed forward with lightning speed, his flaming sword carving a bright arc through the air.

Chris’s instincts screamed at him to react, but his body was a fraction too slow.

He barely had time to raise his axe before the fire-lit blade came slicing toward him, heat licking at his skin.

With a desperate grunt, he swung his weapon in a wide arc, aiming to intercept the attack.

But it was sluggish compared to Loxi’s lightning-quick movements.

Loxi was already gone.

The swordsman twisted with a dancer’s grace, his body moving effortlessly around the incoming strike.

He ducked under the heavy swing, pivoting smoothly on his heel before slipping to the side like a wisp of smoke.

The crowd gasped as Loxi spun around behind Chris, his fiery blade humming through the air once more.

Chris barely had a second to regain his footing.

And he knew—one mistake, just one, and this fight would be over before it even began.

Loxi’s smirk widened as he lazily rolled his shoulders, his flaming sword resting against one shoulder as if this were nothing more than a casual sparring match. "That was cute," he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "But you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, my friend."

Loxi’s movements were effortless, each step light and precise, as if he were gliding across the battlefield rather than fighting. He weaved around Chris with an ease that was almost insulting, never staying in one spot for long, never giving Chris a real chance to strike. And worst of all—he wasn’t even out of breath.

"Is that all you’ve got?" Loxi taunted, his voice carrying over the arena with an almost bored drawl. He spun his flaming sword once.

Chris gritted his teeth, frustration clawing at his chest. He tightened his grip on the axe, his knuckles turning white.

He couldn’t let this get to him.

And then his axe dropped to the ground.

Chris barely had time to register what happened.

One moment, his axe was in his hands, swinging low in a desperate attempt to catch Loxi off guard.

The next, a sharp metallic clang echoed through the arena as the weapon was sent tumbling from his grip, skidding across the stone floor.

Loxi hadn’t even put any real effort into it. Just a flick of his wrist—quick, precise, effortless.

The force of the deflection jolted Chris’s entire arm, a sharp sting running up to his shoulder. His fingers throbbed from the impact, his grip momentarily useless.

The crowd erupted in laughter and gasps, the sound crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Some spectators jeered, while others exchanged knowing smirks.

Chris stumbled back, his breath coming in uneven pants. His axe lay several feet away, just out of reach, the blade glinting under the sun.

Chris blinked in shock as the weapon spun out of his hands, clattering against the stone floor.

His fingers twitched, the sudden emptiness making his whole body feel exposed.

Before he could react, Loxi was already there, standing inches from him, his flaming sword resting in a casual, almost lazy manner.

"Uh-oh. Looks like you lost your toy," Loxi said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. His smirk deepened as he took a deliberate step back, making a grand show of offering Chris space.

"Tell you what," Loxi continued, rolling his shoulders as if this were all a mild inconvenience. "I’ll give you a little break. You can go pick it up, or you can just lay there and beg for mercy. Your choice."

Chris scrambled to his feet, desperate to regain control.

He lunged forward, hoping to catch Loxi off guard, but Loxi was already two steps ahead.

With a graceful spin, Loxi sidestepped the attack, effortlessly knocking Chris off balance. He laughed, the sound rich and mocking. "Oh no, not again! Are you really that predictable?"

Chris, now off-balance and winded, felt the sting of humiliation creeping up his spine.

He knew Loxi was toying with him—was making him look foolish for fun.

He wasn’t fighting to win; he was fighting to entertain. And that realization burned more than anything else.

Loxi clicked his tongue, tutting at him like a disappointed teacher. "You are trying, aren’t you? That’s the spirit. Keep swinging, kid, maybe one day you’ll actually land a hit!"

Chris, frustrated but determined, picked up

his axe again and swung with all his might. This time, Loxi didn’t dodge.

He didn’t need to.

Instead, he stepped in close, grabbed Chris’s wrist with a smirk, and twisted the weapon from his hand with effortless grace.

"You should’ve stayed down when I told you," Loxi said, his voice dripping with mock pity. "This is getting sad. I almost feel bad."

He paused, inspecting the blade of his sword, then looked up at Chris with a playful glint in his eye. "You’ve got a lot of heart, I’ll give you that. But heart doesn’t win fights, kid. Skill does."

Chris, now weaponless and panting from the exertion, glared at him, but Loxi was enjoying this too much.

Loxi held up his sword, flames dancing in the air. "Alright, alright, enough of the foreplay," he said, his voice suddenly taking on a sharper edge. "Let’s end this."

But instead of a lethal strike, Loxi jabbed the sword toward Chris’s chest, stopping just an inch from his ribs.

The fire from the blade flickered dangerously close to Chris’s skin, but Loxi didn’t move forward.

"I yield!" Chris yelled quickly, raising one hand in surrender.

The match was over.

Gon looked at Loxi as he walked back quietly but confidently to have his seat.

He swallowed and tried to shake off nervousness.