Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 104: You lost

Renan exhaled slowly, gripping his katana. In one swift motion, he pulled it free from the goblin's severed hand and took a combat stance.

Both fighters locked eyes, their muscles tensing.

And in the next heartbeat—they vanished.

*BOOM!*

Renan's katana clashed against Vargok's fist, which was covered by a pitch-black gauntlet adorned with spikes on the knuckles.

*CRACK*

Renan's katana, which had remained steady throughout the fight, now had small cracks forming across its surface.

Vargok, noticing this, smirked, his large yellow teeth bared. "It looks like your puny weapon can't handle my might," he sneered, withdrawing his fist and immediately throwing another punch aimed directly at Renan's katana.

"Tch," Renan snorted, realizing Vargok's true intention. He wasn't simply trying to break the weapon; he was using it as a distraction, To hit him through it, Understanding this, Renan quickly retreated to maintain some distance while throwing a katana at Vargok.

*SHATTER*

The moment Vargok's fist made contact with Renan's katana, the weapon shattered into pieces, falling to the ground like fragile glass.

"Hahahahaha! Already scared? The fight is just starting!" Vargok laughed triumphantly, watching Renan retreat.

"Huh? What are you talking about, ugly guy? I retreated because I couldn't handle your disgusting face that close. And with that horrible stench of yours, it was nearly impossible to stand near you for more than a second," Renan shot back.

"I've also gotten used to being around good-looking people. Recently, all I've smelled are pleasant scents, and your disgusting stench just makes me want to puke," he continued, hurling insults at Vargok.

Vargok's already red skin deepened in the shade as veins bulged on his forehead. "You bastard! Prepare to die!" he bellowed, lunging at Renan with such fury that the ground beneath him shattered.

Renan stopped talking and focused entirely on dodging Vargok's relentless barrage of attacks.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Each of Vargok's punches reshaped the landscape of the forest. The once-proud trees now lay in ruins, reduced to mere fragments of their former selves.

"What a barbaric way of fighting—using nothing but brute strength while completely ignoring defense and the surroundings, solely fixated on the opponent," Renan observed, a contemplative look flashing across his face.

After a brief moment of thought, Renan suddenly stopped moving a short distance from Vargok. The goblin, seeing this, halted his attacks as well, smirking. "What? Finally giving up?" he taunted.

"Well, even if you surrender now, I won't stop until I kill you!" Vargok roared and lunged at Renan again.

"Can you shut up and just fight?" Renan replied in annoyance. This time, instead of retreating, he met Vargok head-on, surprising the goblin.

*BOOM*

Their fists collided, but neither was pushed back. They stood their ground, their raw strength evenly matched.

Vargok's eyes widened in shock. "How is this possible? How can someone as small as you withstand my strength in this form?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

Renan scoffed ignoring Vargok's words. "Watching your barabaric fighting style reminded me of someone... And that someone taught me how to fight this way as well," he said, thinking back to Namari. As her memory surfaced, so did certain unpleasant experiences, turning Renan's expression visibly darker.

"Huh. You bastard... You just made me remember some unpleasant memories of mine," Renan growled, anger rising in his voice as he threw an upward punch aimed at Vargok's chin.

Vargok managed to block the punch with his arm, proving that their strength was indeed equal. "I see... Then it's good that I reminded you of something painful," he said, pleased that Renan was finally showing some frustration. After all, he had been the only one getting angry throughout the fight—now it was Renan's turn.

Renan didn't respond. Instead, he wrenched his arm free and continued the fight, engaging in a brutal, head-on brawl with Vargok.

'Tsk. Beating him is getting more difficult by the second,' Renan thought. Every clash made it clearer that defeating Vargok using conventional means was nearly impossible. The same applied to Vargok—taking down Renan without a surprise attack or some other advantage would be equally difficult. Their battle could drag on for days, with exhaustion eventually setting in.

Renan also hadn't used his elemental abilities yet, knowing that Vargok could likely dodge them. It was better to keep them hidden and strike at the right moment.

And so, the fight continued for three whole hours, with neither gaining the upper hand.

Suddenly, Vargok, who had fought relentlessly for hours, stumbled. His red skin slowly faded back to green.

*THUD*

Vargok collapsed onto his knees.

"Huh? Did that form come with side effects?" Renan muttered, surprised but pleased. Smirking, he slowly walked toward the kneeling goblin, lowering his guard.

That was all Vargok needed.

The moment Renan entered his range, Vargok lunged, his skin turning red once more. His hand shot forward, aiming for Renan's heart.

And then—

*DRIP*

Blood dripped onto the ground where Vargok's hand had been forcibly driven through Renan's body.

"Hahaha! You bastard! You lost!" Vargok laughed, reveling in his supposed victory.

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Then, he looked down at Renan's face—and what he saw froze him in place.

Renan was staring back at him, blood dripping from his mouth, his lips curled into a chilling smile. His once pure white eyes were slowly turning red, tears of blood streaming down his face.

"Wha—" Before Vargok could finish his sentence, something suddenly pierced through the underside of his chin.

It was Renan's foot.

With unnatural flexibility, Renan had driven his foot upward, impaling Vargok beneath his jaw. Before the goblin could react, Renan twisted his foot sideways, forcing Vargok's head to turn with it. Out of the corner of his eye, Vargok saw another foot swinging down from above, aimed at his skull.

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

Vargok's head slammed into the ground, his vision spinning.

But it didn't end there.

As his body hit the dirt, he saw Renan standing over him, both hands raised high. Between Renan's hands, a small blade hovered, no larger than a dagger.

Yet, the moment Vargok laid eyes on it, an overwhelming, primal fear unlike anything he had ever experienced took hold of him. The tiny blade shimmered with every color in existence, its very presence exuding an incomprehensible aura.

And then—

With the mere gesture of Renan's hand, the small blade fell.

And—

*BOOM*