But Ethan was already moving, his body shifting as if he knew where Gon would strike before it even happened.
With a swift twist, Ethan raised his gauntlet, and the ground beneath Gon's feet seemed to shift.
A loud crack echoed through the arena as the earth beneath Gon's feet buckled and rose.
The sudden movement threw Gon off balance, and before he could recover, Ethan was on him, delivering a series of blows that had Gon scrambling to stay on his feet.
"Not bad," Ethan said with a grin, the cocky edge never leaving his voice. "But you're gonna have to do better than that."
Gon felt his heart race. His sword was no longer his only concern—his footing was unstable, and Ethan's attacks came fast, leaving no time to think, only to react.
He used iron veil, his defense skill, coating his body in a shimmering, hard metal-like aura that absorbed some of the blows.
But even with his iron veil active, Ethan's attacks still stung.
