Chapter 50: Weak Point

In this moonlit arena of combat, Korig and the Goblin Chief continued their relentless exchange of blows.

The Chief's blue skin gleamed under the moon, beads of sweat trickling down its furrowed brow. Korig was equally marked by effort, his breaths deep and measured, muscles burning with exertion.

"You can't keep this up forever, human," the Chief sneered, a sinister glint in its eye.

"Maybe not forever," Korig replied, feinting a strike to the left and landing a solid hit on the goblin's right flank.

"But long enough."

Their skirmish was a whirlwind of motion. Korig's legs moved like pistons, delivering a barrage of kicks, each aimed with precision.

The Chief displayed a surprising nimbleness for its size, dodging and blocking with agility that defied its brutish appearance.

Each deflection and evasion were met with a counter move, creating a pulsating rhythm of attack and defense.