Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 341 The Final Beast Showdown

The crowd held their breath in awe and amazement as Drake's newfound body blitzed forward with incredible speed.

He slashed away at Lyrian, whose presence and being had completely morphed into a monkey.

Lyrian wielded his sword and body in the most unpredictable way possible, but not on purpose.

His mind simply played tricks and had fun in the battle.

That was why the monkey was the most unpredictable because its fighting style went against the very concept of a fight.

'The reason why the monkey is so unpredictable is because fights are about seriousness,' Lyrian mused to himself in the heat of the moment.

'Fights are where matters get dealt with, and harm comes to another. But, the monkey's fighting style is not serious at all. It is completely opposite, and that is why it is superior in many cases. Because it's not expected.'

lightsnοvεl Understanding this wholly, Lyrian's body moved to the left.

Drake followed through, summoning himself where Lyrian's crafty feet were going to land next.

His face was ferocious, as though he wanted to tear his opponent limb from limb.

At that moment, Lyrian's torso dropped backward, and to the right--opposite of where he was about to step.

This was enough momentum for his body to change course, as he used his hands to move to the side of the Dra-tal, Drake.

Before he even landed, Lyrian placed his blade into his mouth using his feet.

He then pushed himself off the ground using his hands and aimed to slice open Drake's abdomen using the blade in his mouth!

It was a spectacle to behold for all those watching.

Drake of course didn't expect such a thing, but wasn't going to go down so easily.

He moved his claws in front of the blade to block its path.

However, since Lyrian had powered his neck especially more with Enhance, Drake's claw spell was destroyed.

Lyrian's blade slipped through Drake's metal claw weapons and surged right for his abdomen.

No matter how fast or strong, Drake could do nothing here. He wasn't ever in a situation where he trained for such a random move.

The obsidian blade dug into his skin, which was partially covered in dark-green scales.

Although the durable exterior provided some defense, over two inches' worth of meat was still sliced through.

Before going in anymore, Drake attempted to swipe at Lyrian's head, but Lyrian swiftly dropped his sword from his mouth and evaded the attack whilst in mid-air.

"Bad move dropping your weapon!" Drake exclaimed, gunning for it with his hands.

His hands were still far away from the sword since he just extended his claws to swipe at Lyrian.

But, he saw that Lyrian's hands were far more distant than his.

'He got cocky! Without his sword, this will be a piece of cak--' Drake was suddenly cut off in shock.

At that moment, Lyrian used both of his legs to clutch onto his blade, as the crowd gasped in astonishment.

'Wow... I actually thought that Lyrian made a crucial mistake there.' Glis couldn't help but muse to herself.

Lyrian quickly pulled the blade to himself as he jumped back a few times, returning the sword to his hand.

Drake was now furious as he grabbed the side of his stomach that was profusely bleeding.

"Damn monkey..." He exclaimed, frustrated more so at himself than anyone else.

"You're actually strong. Very strong." He glanced at Linus, and then back at Lyrian.

After a pant, he exclaimed, "And this is only your third form..." He muttered under his breath.

"Don't worry... out of my five forms, only one is altogether superior to the rest. The other four are situational. They are weaker and stronger in some cases."

Lyrian felt the need to say this, as he didn't want Drake to be discouraged.

'I wouldn't want to fight someone who lost their will. On top of that, It's the truth.' He mused to himself.

"What? Is that pity? I don't need your kind little words." Drake exclaimed, swiping his two claws in the air.

"Let's just end this, damn it! I'm going all out, so don't hold back!"

Drake's roar echoed through the room, as scales suddenly grew over his gashed stomach.

The bleeding stopped at once, as his eyes glinted in the light.

'Don't hold back he says... in truth, I actually have been holding back.'

Lyrian began to think to himself, as a smile suddenly formed on his face.

'I didn't know my strength had increased by this amount. Fighting below my potential was only an experiment that I imagined would fail, but even up till now, I haven't needed to use over 75% of the Enhance capability that I have. On top of that, I have yet to use the Dragon form.'

"Fine! Let's end this!" Lyrian retorted back, taking in a deep breath.

Onlookers were in utter astonishment. Lyrian had performed far better than they could have ever imagined.

Examiners were pissing their pants about the subject.

Nobles were nearly driven to vomit from the overload of shock.

And most of all, citizens were goddamn amused!

"Hahahaha!" Julius burst out into a laugh.

"Ha...hahaha!" Rerth followed him.

"Kahahaha!" Granweid did the same.

The three had a bawl of satisfied laughter.

To Edward and Jalls, who were both super shocked right now, the three looked kind of foolish.

'I guess they had a favorite from the start...'

'Jeez... and to think, they tell us to not have bias when it comes to students.'

The two gave the jolly three a condescending look.

At that moment, Julius suddenly stopped laughing and glared at Edward and Jalls with a serious expression.

"I know what you two are thinking..."

This alone was enough for them to quickly straighten their backs and curl their mouths up.

"Don't tell me you want to get fired?"

"No sir!"

"No lord!"

...

At that moment, Lyrian imbued his body with more mana and dashed forward into the middle of the arena.

Drake didn't hesitate to do the same as he saw Lyrian move.

"This..."

Drake grumbled under his breath.

Lyrian was thinking the same thing.

"Will,"

He said as the two of them spoke at the same time, saying the exact same words,

"Be the final clash!"