Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 313 Lyrian Versus Leon

Jalern was quite pissed, but he still wanted to see this fight take place, so he calmed himself as much as he could. Many looked on in suspense as Lyrian unsheathed his blade.

"God... I know it's not going to happen but," A kid in a red robe; Milton, from the Lizardman dungeon practice, began to say.

He whispered to finish his statement, "I hope Lyrian gets his head smashed in." His voice had a hint of hatred spread across it.

The kid next to him, Kaith, leaned in and whispered, "Maybe that was a bit too loud," He paused, as the two of them looked around to see if anyone heard Milton insulting an MVP, "But... I agree. That bastard robbed us of the entire practice. I hate his guts."

Right now, including Milton and Kaith, there was a crowd of kids from both Rerth's and Gator's classes that had their qualms against Lyrian.

Even Jiller was pissed since he expected some of the Riftstones that Lyrian acquired to go to him, but in the end, Jiller realized that the MVP was a selfish bastard.

"Damn him... I even supported him through the entire practice," Jiller grumbled under his breath.

His tone was serious and angry, but suddenly turned into a cry of sadness, "And he didn't even give me one stone!" Tears began pouring out of his eyes.

Just then, he donned a serious expression again, "I will get my revenge..."

"This will be different from Alten. You are stronger than him, so you will have to do more than just graze me."

Lyrian smirked as he spoke to Leon. The two began circling each other around the platform.

Lyrian had his obsidian blade in hand, and Leon rested his palm calmly on the hilt of his blade.

"No. This won't be anything like Alten's test. In fact, it won't be a test at all."

Lyrian was slightly taken aback by this, as was the crowd.

"Oh?" He retorted, intrigued.

"It will be a true duel. If you want to test whether I am worthy of being your companion, then do so with how close I come to slitting your throat."

Leon slightly smiled, but his piercing words were enough to send shivers up the backs of many students.

The crowd was even more shocked to hear Leon say this to Lyrian.

It made them wonder just how close his relationship was with the MVP since Lyrian had a more excited reaction than they imagined.

"Hahaha! That's more like it! I expected no less from you, Leon!"

"Then... let's begin now," Leon said as he stopped walking.

Lyrian also stopped, knowing what was going to happen next.

Ever so slowly, Leon began to unsheath his blade. The crowd grew with anticipation as the boy's eyes began to burn in a brilliant white flame of light.

Finally, he held his sword to the side as his eyes gleamed in an illuminating, blinding hue.

'That light... it's far more ruthless in energy than what it was like in the entrance exams. It seems Leon has grown significantly as well, but I don't even know how.'

Lyrian began to muse to himself.

'I know he trains his own martial sword art given to him by his family, and that he also has that unique power... but how does he get stronger?' Lyrian had no clue of this.

After a few seconds, Leon suddenly dashed forward at incredible speeds, appearing in front of Lyrian's face before many could even notice him twitch.

At that moment, Lyrian felt a fearsome energy in front of him.

The speed was far greater than what he expected, so he was forced to Enhance his legs and quickly create some distance between himself and Leon.

'I've seen that face tear many bodies apart... but going against it myself is another story...' He was impressed, 'What an amazing power.'

He moved to the other side of the arena, but Leon didn't let up, blitzing toward him at once.

He slashed his sword forward, "Iron Front," He said calmly as his sword followed his commands.

The speed at which he attacked was so fierce and unreadable that Lyrian was thrown off by it.

Time felt as though it slowed down as Leon's blade already made contact with his shirt.

Lyrian looked down at his stomach with furrowed eyebrows of confusion and shock.

All of the onlookers saw this and were astonished. Even Drake couldn't help but squint his eyes and crunch his brows, completely bewildered.

Rerth widened his eyes, 'That Leon boy isn't stopping his blade... he will actually kill Lyrian at this rate!'

He was surprised at Leon's speed but was currently more worried about his potentially greatest student being wiped off the face of the planet.

Lyrian felt a hint of shadow energy exude from him at that slowed moment in time, 'Damn it... my beasts are about to jump out to save me. I have to do something before that!'

At that moment, he pumped a hefty amount of mana into his stomach and legs.

As his feet neared a mere hair's length from the ground, Leon's blade sliced into the first layer of skin on his stomach, even though it was highly fortified with Enhance.

As soon as his feet graced the ground, he disappeared from that spot at once.

He used Enhance to hastily move out of the way. Everyone let out their breaths that they all had been holding at that moment, utterly amazed.

"Haha... hahaha! Leonidas Serroa, was it? An interesting--no, a strong person, it seems! Just how many are going to show up?" Drake's eyes widened in exhilaration as he saw this.

Lyrian was also smiling, "A-amazing! I don't know how you got so strong, but I don't care! Let's fight!"

He knew that he could hold back less now that Leon had proved to be quite formidable.

At that moment, they both lunged forward with swords in hand in the middle of the arena.