Harem Tournament of Champions-Chapter 100 Weapon Fraction

Ddddd!

The pull on the drawstring only tightened as the guard made a mental countdown from 10.

The lady crawled away, and clung to an upright pillar, looking behind her to view what had caught the attention of all guards.

A red aura seeped out of a rock and materialized into an unclad Yoru holding onto her breasts with one hand and the other covering her crotch but visibly having little to no use.

All citizens present let out a gasp in shock, with the ladies present shielding the eyes of their partners.

Peering through the mark on the soldier with the bow and arrow, Hisha nearly tumbled to the floor from his bed at the sight of Yoru in such a tempting position.

[What the heck is she doing?!] Hisha barked at his system, collecting his thoughts, fearing for his plans to get ruined by her presence.

Looking at the dipped part of the bed devoid of Melody, he could only hope she could hold her lot against such an opponent as Yoru.

"Clear out! Head to safety!" The soldiers yelled consecutively.

Screams and lingering gazes from the men with some who were inadvertently pulled by their partners.

To the dismay of the soldiers, some men had stood mesmerized by Yoru and were making their way toward where she stood still with a sheepish grin. free𝚠𝚎𝚋𝒏𝚘ѵ𝐞l.𝑐oｍ

[I have idiots for citizens] Hisha facepalmed and clicked his tongue.

One of the soldiers slammed his hand on the flooring which made the ground shake and the terrain raised on the various parts with the men and pushed back–sweeping them miles away to get their thoughts back in one piece.

Few stalls were destroyed in the process and none could care about the damage while their attention was on Yoru.

[So that's where I had gotten my geokinetic ability] Hisha had a smirk, getting a different perspective of what the ability could do.

Watching from another soldier's perspective, he had a better view range at his disposal.

Scoffing at her opportunity to trap one of the men with her bare body, disappointment was marked on Yoru's brows. "I was just about having some fun!"

"How about having some fun with us." The soldier with a scythe replied with a smirk and a flick of his finger–urging her to come to them out of her free will, swinging the weapon behind him with the right-hand grip.

Yoru tilted her head as though contemplating his offer, seconds later bursting into a peal of maniacal laughter while spinning and covering her body with her Sux which offered a crisscross of black ribbons with red stitches on the sides.

The ribbons wrapped around her body, covering her nipples and her crotch like a makeshift barely fitting crop top and skirt.

Her red eyes glowed with intensity as she inhaled.

Schwp!

Yoru held the arrow that had been coated with Sux which had almost pierced her in the shoulder.

Breaking it with her tightened grip around it, she glared at the soldier who had attempted to make the first strike.

The soldier waved as though mocking her effort. "I hate bitches with no respect for the business of our lord!"

Yoru's hair flew around her wildly at his remark. She had planned on attacking but due to a drain in her Sux after a task back at her secret haven, she needed to stall for time to allow her partner to sneak by unnoticed, and get the needed body for the successful completion of their task.

Trying her best not to look in the direction of her partner, she had a smirk and tilted her head. "How about I show you how much of a bitch I can be?"

She swayed her hips in approach to the soldier.

Two more arrows were shot closely in the direction she was meant to step on, causing her to stop and stare at the coated arrow which blew up in her face almost immediately.

Throwing her across and crashing her into one of the stalls, she groaned at how quickly the explosions had been different from the one she held.

"Stand down bitch! I never told you to come any closer." The soldier sneered, pulling out three more arrows and repeating the process, ready to let go of the drawstring at the slight inconvenience.

[She's onto something] Hisha rubbed his chin in thought, sensing something fishy with how slow her reflexes were in comparison to Gregg's.

[Gregg... Gregg!] Hisha exclaimed, disturbed that he hadn't thought of it, there was no way the other hooded partner wasn't close–not while his leader is in a tight spot.

Concluding on taking a bit of control of the situation through careful thought on the best possible way of using the mark, he chose a soldier.

[You plan to go with it?]

'That's right.' Hisha nodded his head and rubbed his palms together. ƒ𝐫𝒆𝐞w𝗲𝚋𝗻૦𝘷e𝙡.c𝑜𝙢

His green eyes glowed the moment he got to his feet. 'Time to play some VR games and seek out the fucker!'

Taking control of the body of the soldier with the scythe, the soldier got on his knees which got the attention of all soldiers and Yoru.

Clank!

Clank!

The scythe dropped from the soldier's hand with cracks spreading around it as it bored into the concrete floor.

Hisha had a moment of shock, wondering how the soldier had carried the weapon so easily without any form of visible strain to his hand or facial expression.

Shaking his head, he watched as a new interface popped up in front of him, showing the various techniques and skills that could be used with the weapon.

[Pull]

...

[Swipe]

...

[Spinning sweep]

...

[Sweep-hit combo]

Swiping through until he found the one he could utilize, he raised his head which in turn had the soldier jolt awake with the mark glowing as did his eyes.

When the guards witnessed this in awe, they all had a smirk, immediately understanding the true nature of the mark on them, and unleashed their firepower of various weapons on Yoru to distract her.

Standing in a spot, the possessed soldier looked above and heard strange sounds, prompting Hisha to order his jump to the roof.

Ccrkk!

[As expected] Hisha cackled upon sighting the hooded male holding onto a revived Gregg.

'Is it possible to bring someone dead back to life?'

[It is a dangerous ritual that needs any fragments of the remains of the deceased]

'Fuck! That's why she fled with the remains of Gregg immediately after my distraction.' Hisha concluded, feeling stupid for not being careful after seemingly killing him.

Scooping Gregg into his arm, the hooded male gathered enough momentum to propel himself to jump a great distance away.

[Why run?!]

Giving pursuit, the soldier jumped on several rooftops, swinging on a few concrete poles with the beard of the scythe.

"Don't run, I just want to ask a few questions!" Hisha's words resonated through the soldier's mouth.

Looking behind him, the hooded male gave a wave of his arm while channeling a part of his Sux out.

Wasting no time, Hisha clicked on the 'Spinning sweep'.

With the soldier acting on command, he followed through with a sweep in a tornado-like motion of his scythe.

Seeing that attack was almost as good as useless, the hooded male held onto his chest, feeling a thug of pain but ignoring it while still trying to evade capture.

[Weapon fraction]

[What's that?]

[An added ability peculiar to your soldiers.

Any part of the weapon could be broken with the use of Sux, forming a replica of half its size.

The more it's broken the greater its reduction in size and could be called back to the user's palm to regroup and build itself to the original height]

[Ohoho! Who would have thought these soldiers have some sick weapon?!] Hisha whooped, hyped for what he could do with the information.

Increasing the pace of the soldier, a fraction of his Sux seeped out from the bottom of the metal scythe, raising it and bringing it back down on the knee.

As HTC had rightly said, the broken parts–one in each hand morphed into a slightly shorter version of its original size.

Throwing one above his head and catching it, Hisha made the soldier hold the snath like a spear.

Whoosh!

The scythe cut through the air, propelled at great speed.

Turning around to inspect the hissing sound from behind, the hooded male was slow to react to the incoming projectile.

"I'll be damned!" He cursed and had his eyes wide with shock, clutching tightly to Gregg.

*****

A/N

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