Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 84: Bloody Smile

Ren knew this fight wouldn’t be easy but he’d learned something important.

Roger was not as strong as the Penny Prince. And Roger could be defeated.

Reaching into his bracer, he pulled out a dagger. He’d be needing it this time.

The fight started again with a roar from Roger, who swung his massive sword with terrifying force, the strike cutting through the air like a guillotine meant to end Ren in a single blow.

Ren dodged, rolling under the first arc, narrowly missing the blade that would have cleaved him in two. As expected, the wind pressure alone from Roger’s swing sent dust and dirt flying around them.

He moved fast, knowing he couldn’t afford to block any direct hits. The strength difference between Rank 3 and 4 wasn’t negligible. But power was nothing without the skill to use it. He needed to find a chink in that armor.

His coin flashed between his fingers before he flicked it, teleporting above Roger and bringing his dagger down toward the exposed gap between the man’s helmet and shoulder plate.

Roger reacted faster than Ren expected, twisting his body and slamming his elbow into Ren midair, sending him skidding across the ground.

Pain exploded through Ren’s ribs, but he barely had a second to breathe. Roger was already charging, his blade raised high. He rolled out of the way just as the sword came crashing down, nicking him and carving a deep groove into the ground where he had been.

Roger had somehow gotten faster. Too fast for someone in such heavy armor. That meant he had an imbued object to slowly boost his speed.

Ren tightened his grip on his dagger, blood trickling from the gash on his arm where Roger’s sword had nicked him. He was already bleeding. And the fight had barely started.

He could use this to his advantage. If Roger got a few more hits in, he’d become confident, giving Ren the chance he was looking for.

Roger came at him again, his sword singing through the air.

Ren twisted, avoiding the worst of the swing but still feeling the blade carve across his side, ripping through his clothes and biting into his skin. Hot, searing pain lanced through him, but he pushed through it, forcing himself to move.

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He moved closer to Roger, jabbing at the visor slits of the helmet. Roger skipped backward, dodging the attacks.

Ren grinned in response. A weakness. Roger’s force nullification wasn’t in the form of field and didn’t apply to places his armor didn’t cover.

Ren tossed two coins, teleporting to the one above Roger mid swing. The Knight swung his sword upwards to catch Ren but a fraction of a second before they clashed, Ren disappeared.

Appearing behind Roger, he crouched and slashed at the tiny chink at the back of Roger’s knee, his dagger tasting blood.

Roger grunted in pain, going down on his knee. Ren seized his helmet and pulled. The man’s hand shot out and caught Ren’s wrist. Before Ren could do anything, the Knight squeezed.

Ren gasped as pain shot up his arm, the bones in his wrist creaking under the pressure.

With a growl, Roger threw him across the arena, sending him crashing into the dirt. He barely had time to roll onto his side before Roger’s boot slammed down toward his head.

Ren phased, passing through the attack just in time and blinking several feet away.

He staggered as his vision blurred for a second. His body was taking too much damage.

Blood dripped down his arm, his legs ached and his breath came in ragged pants. But more importantly, he was losing blood, which he needed to fuel his Bloodbinding.

The crowd roared around them but he ignored them, focusing on the battle in front of him.

The good news was that Roger wasn’t exactly unhurt. His movements were now slower, his breathing heavier.

If Ren had been fighting with something bigger, like a sword, he wouldn’t have been able to get it inside the chink.

But now, Roger had a slight limp and it brought a bloody smile to Ren’s face. While he’d successfully hampered the man’s mobility, the bad news was that it wasn’t enough. Roger was still coming.

Ren wiped the blood from his mouth, eyes hard. Roger was inexperienced, and he still had a few tricks left. Time to finish this.

He teleported just as Roger swung again, appearing inside his guard. With a snarl, Ren slammed his bracers against Roger’s sword, releasing a burst of kinetic energy that knocked the sword out of Roger’s hands.

The massive sword went spinning through the air, landing outside the ring with a deafening clang.

Roger didn’t hesitate. He lunged, trying to grab Ren instead.

Ren ducked, twisting his body at the last second, and with his remaining strength, he teleported behind Roger, grabbed his helmet, and ripped it off.

Roger’s face was contorted with rage, sweat dripping from his brow. He tried to turn but before he could, Ren brought his dagger up and plunged it straight through the back of his neck, severing his spine.

Roger froze, eyes widening. Blood welled from the wound, soaking through his armor. His body trembled as his knees hit the dirt.

Ren staggered back as the man slumped to the floor and the world finally came into focus.

The dull roar of the crowd resounded in his ears as the court official immediately stepped forward. "Match concluded! The victor is Ren Ross!"

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Cheers filled the air but Ren barely heard them. He could hear chants of his name but it sounded like he was being called from underwater.

He exhaled in celebration before his body swayed.

Ah, fuck.

Then he collapsed onto the dirt, unconscious.

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Prince Anders Vermilion threw his head back in laughter, his golden eyes gleaming with unrestrained excitement.

The match had gone longer and had been far more intense than he’d expected.

And most importantly, he recognized those movements.

The agility. The decisiveness. The brutality. The sheer audacity of Ren’s tactics.

Anders had seen those before.

"Lars." He called with a grin, leaning back in his seat. "I guess we’ve found our assassin. How interesting."

Standing beside him, Lars inclined his head. "You’re certain?"

"Oh, I’m beyond certain." Anders steepled his fingers. "I never knew both fiance and fiancee were this extraordinary."

Lars hesitated. "Should I inform the Butcher to proceed with it tonight?"

Anders chuckled. "Absolutely. Let’s see just how interesting Ren Ross proves to be."