Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 342 Victorious

The atmosphere burned with anticipation as Lyrian and Drake closed the distance between themselves.

Both of their eyes held unwavering determination, sure to win the fight in their own respects.

Lyrian, his body now pulsating with mana, moved with a grace that belied the raw power within.

His eyes were focused and intense.

Drake's scales gleaming and claws at the ready, met Lyrian's gaze with fierce determination.

As the two collided in the center of the arena, the impact reverberated through the space.

The clash of their powers created a shockwave that rippled outward, leaving onlookers on the edge of their seats.

Lyrian's blade met Drake's claws in a symphony of steel, each strike echoing with the intensity of their respective enhancements.

Sparks flew as the two forces collided, creating a dazzling display that held the audience captive.

The intensity of the battle left no room for distractions.

The examiners, now fully engaged, watched with a mixture of awe and scrutiny.

Nobles, who had initially struggled to contain their shock, found themselves drawn into the gripping spectacle.

The arena's atmosphere reached a crescendo, the anticipation building to a climax.

In the midst of the swirling clash, Lyrian decided that this fight was now at its end.

With a sudden surge of energy, he unleashed a move that caught even Drake off guard.

As Drake attempted a powerful strike, Lyrian, tapping into the unexplored depths of his Enhance capabilities, executed a seamless combination of speed and precision.

He evaded Drake's attack with fluid grace, leaving the Dra-tal momentarily vulnerable.

In that split second, Lyrian's body glowed with a radiant green aura, and his eyes gleamed with a furious intensity.

With a lightning-quick maneuver, he closed the distance between them, moving like a blur.

Drake, still recovering from the missed strike, found himself unable to react in time.

Lyrian's hand, now imbued with greater Enhanced power, slashed his obsidian blade through the air with unparalleled speed.

The blade connected with Drake's side, cutting through scales and flesh with an almost otherworldly efficiency.

The audience, examiners, and nobles watched in stunned silence as Lyrian's decisive move unfolded.

The arena, once filled with the clash of steel, fell into a momentary hush.

Drake, his eyes widening in realization, staggered backward, a mix of shock and defeat etched across his face.

The wound inflicted by Lyrian's enhanced strike was deeper and more decisive than any previous exchange.

A collective gasp swept through the spectators as the magnitude of Lyrian's victory became apparent.

The once-fierce Dra-tal, Price of Veridrake, now visibly weakened, struggled to maintain his composure.

Lyrian, his blade now resheathed, stood before Drake with a mixture of relief and respect.

The battle had been fierce, a test of strength, strategy, and the unexplored facets of their abilities.

At that moment, Drake's body returned to normal as he quickly lost all strength in his limbs and fell to his knees.

His eyes opened wide with disbelief as he stared at the ground.

"There's no way... this can't be happening." He grumbled under his breath.

The silence in the room was so crystal clear that you could hear a pin drop.

No one knew what to say, including the Royal.

'In the end, he became an entirely different being. His speed... it was as if he was another person.' Drake mused, still unable to comprehend what just happened.

Lyrian stared at Drake for a few seconds and then decided to walk over to him.

The entire world watching from all facets of reality looked on as he extended a hand to Drake.

"Good fight," Lyrian said, as Drake slowly lifted his head up.

If the room was quiet before, it was beyond quiet now. 

No one knew what would happen. How would Drake take the punishment?

'When he lost against me, Drake threw a fit and stomped away from our stage.' 

Linus mused, not able to help but think of their last real bout.

Drake sighed and accepted Lyrian's proposal. He grasped Lyrian's hand, returning to his feet.

At that moment, the entire crowd of students cheered in celebration.

This moment of acknowledgment was worthy of respect.

They were excited, satisfied, confused, perplexed, happy, sad, angry, and all the rest, but couldn't help but admit through their cheer that the battle they just witnessed was one worth applauding.

"It had to be like this," Lyrian said, looking into Drake's eyes.

"Don't worry, you bastard." Drake gripped Lyrian's hand tightly, leaning forward with a daring smile.

"Just watch what happens after the deployment. I'll come back and smack you silly." He grinned widely.

Lyrian couldn't help but grip Drake's hand back and smile as well, "I'll see you try... and fail."

The two paused for a moment, as Drake suddenly coughed up blood from his mouth.

At that moment, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the side like a dummy.

Lyrian was quick to catch him, as a few students from the crowd came and took him in.

As they began giving him some health potions, Lyrian assumed the center of the stage once again.

'Damn... I used more mana than I wanted. I still have another opponent to beat.'

He mused, staring at Linus.

"Next."

Lyrian wasn't letting any time eclipse. Although most viewers hadn't even fully realized his victory over Drake, Lyrian didn't hesitate to move on.

*Click click click*

Brakaan's nail clicked against his armrest as he stared at his orb.

He clenched his jaw at that moment.

"What,"

He paused, taking in a deep breath.

"What the hell just happened?" His face contorted with a mixture of disbelief and even a hint of sadness as he sat up and faced the sky.

"HE DEFEATED A PRINCE!?" Brakaan roared, completely breaking his calm demeanor.

At that moment his wife rushed into the room, shocked by what she just heard.

"Lord! Please calm down!" She exclaimed, running over to face the orb.

***

Far distant from this land, in an entirely different kingdom, two eyes with green eyelashes opened within the darkness.

They revealed a pair of bright green eyes, that illuminated the pitch black around them.

"Godfrey..."