Gon's Harem System
Chapter 67: Dina’s second fight.

Chapter 67: Dina’s second fight.

Then next fight was between Dina and Liza.

The arena was tense with anticipation, the crowd murmuring softly as the two combatants faced off.

Dina stood perfectly still, her short hair, half black and half green, framing her sharp features.

Her eyes were focused and calm, seemingly unbothered by the chaos around her.

Gon thought it was very different to how she behaved outside the ring.

It was almost as if she had become a different person.

Her calmness was echoed by the two identical clones of her, standing just slightly behind her, ready to strike.

Liza stood across from them, her posture relaxed but intense, her long pink hair tied into three ponytails that swayed with each movement.

The staff she wielded was gripped tightly in both hands, the wood gleaming under the harsh arena lights.

She cracked her knuckles, eyes narrowing as she sized up Dina.

"Let’s make this quick," Liza muttered, a hint of frustration already creeping into her voice. "I don’t have all day."

Dina didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Her silence was a weapon in itself, as powerful as her clones.

And then, the battle began.

Liza moved first, her staff swinging in a wide arc toward Dina’s position.

The strike was fast and powerful, but it collided only with empty air.

One of Dina’s clones had already darted to the side, and before Liza could react, it reappeared directly behind her.

The clone swung a punch, but Liza was quick, parrying it with a sharp twist of her staff.

"Annoying," Liza muttered, but there was no time to waste.

She twirled her staff around, smashing it toward the clone’s head.

The clone shattered into smoke just before the strike could connect

But by then, the second clone had already appeared, aiming for Liza’s blind spot.

Liza grunted, spinning around to meet it. "I can’t keep doing this," she thought, swinging her staff with deadly precision.

It hit the clone square in the chest, but once again, it evaporated into mist, leaving Liza swinging at nothing.

Dina had yet to make a move, remaining perfectly still while the clones danced around Liza, attacking from different angles.

Liza’s muscles were beginning to ache as she swung and missed.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead, her frustration growing with each passing second.

"Why won’t you just fight me?" Liza snapped, slamming her staff down at the ground, narrowly missing the disappearing clone.

She gritted her teeth, her grip tightening on the staff. "Just stand still, damn it!"

But Dina didn’t respond, not with words, not with action.

She let her clones do the work for her, the two figures moving with lightning-fast precision, surrounding Liza in a maze of attacks.

Liza had to react on instinct, parrying and dodging, but with every swing, she was becoming more and more exhausted.

Liza’s breath quickened. The arena was growing hotter, and the clones never seemed to stop.

She swung her staff again, knocking one clone back, but before she could catch her breath, the other clone appeared directly in front of her, forcing her to backpedal.

"Dammit!" Liza growled, her voice rough as she swung the staff in a wide arc, trying to catch one of the clones off guard.

But it was no use.

As soon as one clone was gone, the other took its place, relentlessly pushing her back.

Her frustration began to rise, mixing with her exhaustion.

Liza was used to overpowering her opponents—her strength and speed had always been her advantage.

But here, with Dina’s clones moving like ghosts, she was being worn down.

The clones’ relentless attacks made her feel cornered.

She couldn’t figure out which one was the real Dina, and the battle was starting to feel like an endless game of cat and mouse.

Liza’s eyes darted between the two clones.

Her breath came out in harsh bursts, and she could feel the tension building in her shoulders. "This isn’t working," she muttered to herself, sweat dripping down her face. "Where is she? Where the hell is the real one?"

Suddenly, the air shifted. Liza’s senses went on high alert as she felt a subtle movement behind her. Too late.

Dina’s real self appeared from behind the clones, moving like a shadow.

Liza spun, trying to block the attack, but Dina was already too close.

The punch hit Liza square in the ribs, knocking the wind out of her.

"Ugh!" Liza gasped, stumbling backward, clutching her side.

Her vision blurred for a second as she fought to regain her footing. The blow had been fast, calculated, and Liza hadn’t seen it coming.

Dina was too precise, too deliberate in her every movement.

"Still not fast enough," Dina’s calm presence seemed to say, but there was no smile, no smirk.

Dina had merely gone back to her position, allowing the two clones to resume their assault.

Liza was breathing heavily now, trying to steady herself, but every time she thought she had a moment of peace, one of the clones would reappear, attacking from another angle.

The barrage was relentless.

Her frustration flared, and Liza roared, swinging her staff in a desperate arc to break through the clones’ onslaught.

But the clones didn’t falter.

One of them ducked beneath the swing, and the other dodged just out of range.

"I just need to land one hit!" Liza growled, her teeth gritted as she swiped at one of the clones again, but it vanished in an instant.

She had no time to prepare before the second clone struck her from behind, this time delivering a sharp kick to her back.

Liza grunted in pain, stumbling forward. She was growing tired—drained.

Her muscles screamed for respite, but Dina’s attack never slowed, never relented.

Liza stood tall, but the cracks in her resolve were showing. She spun around, searching for the real Dina, her eyes wild with frustration

"Where are you?" she growled, voice tight with exhaustion.

In the same moment, Dina’s real form appeared once again, swift and silent.

She was directly in front of Liza, too fast for Liza to block.

Dina’s fist collided with Liza’s stomach, sending her staggering backward.

Liza tried to regain her balance, but the world was spinning.

The punch had knocked the wind from her lungs, and her knees wobbled with fatigue.

Dina stepped back, giving Liza a moment to recover.

There was no gloating, no celebration. Dina was calm, unbothered.

Liza’s head spun, but her determination flared once again. "I’m not done yet," she thought, tightening her grip on the staff.

But the battle had already been decided. Dina’s clones had worn her down.

She could feel the fight slipping away from her grasp.

"Stay down," Dina shouted.

And, with a final strike, she hit Liza with a kick to her side.

Liza collapsed to the ground with a grunt.

"I surrender". She managed to say.