Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 83: Submission Or Incapacitation

The sun shined brightly as Ren and Lilith rode toward the training grounds outside the palace. They were of course, escorted by Thorn, Elias, and their guards.

Ren had expected it, but he was still surprised to see the crowd that had already gathered, eager to watch the duel.

It didn’t matter what social class they were in. The nobles, Knights, merchants, and commoners took their seats along the viewing platforms, their voices filling the air in a mixture of excitement, speculation, and murmured bets. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

Ren adjusted his gloves as he took in the sheer number of spectators. "Word sure travels fast."

Thorn scoffed. "A duel with a million gold on the line? This might as well be the final match of the tournament. I’m surprised no one from the royal family is here to watch."

"We’re probably not that important." Ren chuckled. "Why should the royal family watch two young nobles fighting?"

Lilith sat tall on her horse beside Ren, her expression set in stone. "It doesn’t matter if they come or not. You’ll win."

Ren smirked at her confidence but said nothing. He had his battle experience and Unfettered Enhancement. It would have to be enough to win this.

As they dismounted, Ren scanned the crowd, his eyes moving over the various spectators until they landed on a figure sitting alone, casually observing the field.

His breath caught in his throat.

It was a younger, less scarred version of Valen.

Ren felt a strange thrill rush through him. Valen had been his player character. The same one he’d spent countless hours leveling up until he faced and defeated Lilith in Eternal Souls: Last Judgement.

He looked exactly as Ren remembered him in the wiki pictures depicting his younger days. Well, a less cartoonish and human version.

The man had alert eyes that Ren recognized came from being on a battlefield, a lean but deadly physique, and an air of intense calm.

Ren clenched his fists, barely containing his excitement. He’s real.

Of course, Valen was real. But he still couldn’t stop himself from feeling giddy. He would have to find Valen later and introduce himself. But right now, the duel took priority.

Just as he was about to refocus, a sudden hush fell over the crowd. Then, a murmur rippled through them, voices whispering a name with a mixture of excitement and unease.

Prince Anders Vermilion had arrived.

The Penny Prince.

Lilith turned to Ren. "Who is that?"

Ren didn’t take his eyes off the prince as he walked to a viewing area, flanked by his ever present guard, Lars.

Even from where he stood, Ren could feel the commanding aura of the prince as his golden eyes scanned the field, as if he was already three steps ahead of everyone present.

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"Anders Vermilion." Ren murmured. "The last son of the king. He’s called the Penny Prince."

Lilith frowned. "Why that name?"

Ren hesitated for a moment before answering. "When he was twelve, he had a man killed over a single bronze penny."

Lilith blinked, then narrowed her eyes. "That’s ridiculous."

"And yet, it happened." Ren kept his gaze on Anders, who had settled into a prime viewing spot, watching the preparations with a small smile on his face. "And he’s here to watch."

"Why would he care about this duel?" Elias asked from behind them.

"That," Ren said, rolling his shoulders, "is what I’d like to know."

Why was the Penny Prince here? Well, it didn’t matter. He had been planning on how to get Ander’s attention. This was the best place to do that.

Before they could do anything else, the mood changed.

Vesper had arrived.

Dressed in an extravagant dark green tunic embroidered with gold, he walked with his usual arrogant swagger, his entourage following behind. But the real threat was the man beside him.

Roger Sutherland, a mountain of a man clad in heavy plate armor, his giant sword resting effortlessly on his shoulder.

Ren flexed his fingers, feeling the familiar weight of his bracers and boots. He exhaled as he adjusted them, ensuring they were ready for use.

Vesper approached the center of the ring and smirked. "I was afraid you wouldn’t show up, Ross."

Ren met his gaze evenly. "You’d have been disappointed, then."

Vesper’s smirk widened. "Not for long."

Roger stepped forward, his heavy armor clanking with the movement. He said nothing, but then again, he didn’t need to. His sheer size and presence were enough to intimidate.

Ren exhaled slowly. Let’s do this.

The palace official stepped into the ring, raising his hand for silence.

"This duel has been officially sanctioned by the palace. The terms have been agreed upon by both parties. The victor shall be decided by submission or incapacitation. Are both duelists prepared?"

Ren nodded once. "Ready."

Roger simply grunted, rolling his shoulders.

The official dropped his hand. "Begin!"

Roger charged first. He lunged, swinging his massive sword in a horizontal arc, aiming to cleave Ren in half.

Ren moved.

He ducked under the blade, the sheer force of the swing creating a gust of wind that kicked up dust from the ground.

The big man was surprisingly agile, moving with the force of his swing to send another one Ren’s way.

Ren skipped backward, dodging everything. His eyes roved around Roger’s form, searching for a weakness. Something he could use.

But Roger didn’t wait for him to find it.

Ren ducked under another swing, dashing around Roger, and that was when he felt it.

A powerful pull.

His whole body suddenly felt heavier, dragging toward Roger’s weapon as if caught in an invisible grip.

His instincts screamed at him, and in a split second, he phased through the force pulling him, just as Roger’s blade came crashing down where he had stood.

Ren skidded back, narrowing his eyes. Magnetism. But on the human body.

Roger’s sword was imbued with the ability to attract human flesh. Instead of making his sword search for flesh to cut, he decided to bring the flesh to his sword instead. Smart.

Roger turned to him, his helmet obscuring his expression, but the slight shift in his stance told Ren that he had expected the fight to end already. He had anticipated Ren getting pulled in and being cut down instantly.

But Ren wasn’t so easy to trap.

Roger charged in again and Ren gathered a bit of the kinetic energy in his bracers, releasing a powerful burst aimed directly at Roger’s chest. The force shot forward like a shockwave—

Only for it to be absorbed by Roger’s armor.

Ren’s eyes widened, before he phased through Roger’s sword once again.

The two Knights stood opposite each other, sizing up the other. Not only does his blade magnetize flesh but his armor also nullifies force-based attacks. Fuck.

It was as if Roger had been specially designed to kill him. Luckily, he had fought in situations with even more disadvantages than this.

He’d have to adjust\\ his approach. This battle had just changed from one of brute force to a puzzle.

Roger straightened, his grip tightening on his weapon.

Ren smirked, flipping a coin between his fingers. "Alright then," he murmured under his breath, eyes gleaming. "Time to get serious."