Gon's Harem System
Chapter 68: Tobi vs Erlo

Chapter 68: Tobi vs Erlo

The next match was between Tobi and Erlo.

On one side of the arena stood Tobi, a hulking figure.

His broad shoulders rippled beneath his weathered leather armor, and his thick, bushy mustache covered much of his face, but his eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity.

In his calloused hands, he gripped a long spear, its iron tip glinting in the fading light. The spear was as much a part of him as his own arm.

Tobi didn’t speak much. He never did. His actions spoke for him.

A deep grunt escaped his chest, the only sound he made as he stomped into position, ready to face his opponent.

On the opposite end of the arena stood Erlo. He was a man of medium height, wiry but strong.

His armor was lighter, designed for speed and agility rather than brute strength.

But it was his prosthetic arm that set him apart—an intricate and gleaming piece of technology, forged with a mix of old and new craftsmanship.

His right arm had been lost in battle years ago, and in its place, a powerful prosthetic had been fashioned.

Not only did it act as a shield, absorbing incoming strikes and protecting his vulnerable side, but it could also redirect the force of an attack and convert it into devastating counterattacks.

Erlo’s sword was a thing of beauty, its edge gleaming with deadly sharpness.

He held it with ease, his stance relaxed but ready.

His eyes locked onto Tobi, filled with the fire of a man who had fought many battles, and was prepared to fight this one to the end.

The tension in the air was palpable.

The crowd fell silent as the two mages measured each other, neither making a move just yet.

A moment stretched into eternity.

Then, with a sudden grunt, Tobi was in motion. His massive frame surged forward like a beast unleashed.

The spear whipped through the air with terrifying speed, aimed directly at Erlo’s chest.

The force behind the thrust was enough to pierce stone, let alone flesh.

But Erlo was ready. He pivoted on his heel, sidestepping the spear with fluid grace.

The point of the spear grazed his armor, but he didn’t flinch.

He was already moving in, his sword raised in a quick, calculated strike aimed at Tobi’s side.

Tobi roared in defiance, twisting his body to absorb the blow.

The sword clashed against his armor, but the damage was minimal.

He grunted again, using the momentum of the attack to swing his spear around in a wide arc, forcing Erlo to retreat.

The smaller warrior was quick, but not quick enough.

Tobi’s strength was like a force of nature.

Every time Erlo moved in for a strike, Tobi countered with the raw power of his spear, pushing him back with each failed attempt.

Erlo knew he had to be smarter than this. Tobi’s sheer strength was overwhelming, and his spear was a dangerous weapon that could end the fight in an instant.

But the prosthetic arm—his most valuable asset—gave him an edge.

He couldn’t outmuscle Tobi, but he could outmaneuver him, use his opponent’s strength against him.

With a sudden burst of speed,

Erlo lunged again, this time aiming for Tobi’s legs. He wasn’t aiming to strike; he was trying to trip the larger man.

His sword glanced off Tobi’s thigh as he sidestepped, but it was enough to make Tobi stagger slightly.

Tobi’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected that, and for the first time in the fight, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his expression.

That was all Erlo needed. He moved in again, this time using his prosthetic arm to absorb the incoming strike.

The spear’s sharp tip crashed into the metallic arm with a resounding clang, sending a shockwave through Erlo’s body.

But the arm did its job—absorbing the force and protecting him from harm.

In that split second, Erlo acted. He twisted his body and swung his sword in a sharp, controlled arc, aiming directly for Tobi’s exposed side.

The blade connected with a resounding thud, slicing through leather and skin.

Tobi’s grunt was filled with both pain and fury.

He staggered back, his hand going to his side where blood began to seep through the cracks in his armor.

But despite the wound, he didn’t hesitate.

His massive frame surged forward once again, this time with even more fury than before.

Erlo barely had time to react as the spear came crashing down at him, aiming for his head.

His prosthetic arm shot up to intercept, but the force of the strike was immense, pushing him back several steps.

The crowd gasped as the two warriors clashed again and again, a whirlwind of steel and muscle.

The battle raged on. Erlo’s speed and agility gave him an edge, but Tobi’s brute strength and the deadly reach of his spear kept him at bay.

Blood stained the arena floor, and both men were beginning to show the wear of battle.

Sweat poured down their faces, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

Then, in a moment of clarity, Erlo saw an opening.

Tobi’s arm, though powerful, was slightly slower than before.

His movements were growing more labored, and the pain from his wound was starting to take its toll.

Erlo didn’t hesitate. He darted forward once more, using the momentum of Tobi’s own swing to avoid the spear.

In one smooth motion, he drove his sword forward, aiming directly for the vulnerable gap in Tobi’s armor.

The sword found its mark with a sickening crunch. Tobi’s grunt of pain echoed across the arena, but he didn’t fall.

Instead, with a roar, Tobi swung his spear one last time, catching Erlo off guard.

The spear’s shaft slammed into Erlo’s chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling across the ground.

Erlo gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of him.

Blood dripped from his side, his vision starting to blur.

But as he struggled to push himself up, he saw Tobi standing before him, breathing heavily, his grip on the spear faltering.

The two men stood on the edge of exhaustion, neither willing to give up.

And in that moment, they both knew: it would only take one final move.

Tobi’s leg faltered as he lunged once more, but this time, Erlo was ready.

He sidestepped with the last of his strength, and with one final, fluid motion, he drove his sword into Tobi’s side, deep and true.

Tobi’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then, with a grunt, Tobi collapsed to his knees, his spear falling from his hand.

Erlo stood there, panting, blood dripping from his wounds. He had won—but just barely.