Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith-Chapter 295 Lyrian Versus Drake

Sparks of mana flew out of the Draconian's carved skin as it took a step back.

It repositioned itself and its spear, facing Drake. However, the young boy didn't give the golem any time to prepare.

Drake began dashing up the creature's leg again, and that's when Lyrian did the same except on the other side of its body.

"I wanted to fight it alone! It's not weak!" Drake exclaimed as he saw this.

"I want the materials, so that's too bad."

Feeling the two kids squirming up its body, the Draconian spun around a few times, beginning to spiral his Dragon Spear again.

"Dragon Force!" It exclaimed, slamming the spear down on the floor. A powerful shockwave expanded from the spear at once, blowing against the two students.

However, the force wasn't enough to throw them off. They continued up, raising to the Draconian's shoulders.

"Rrrahh!" Drake loudly exclaimed, thrusting his claw into the Draconian's neck as soon as he got to the shoulders.

Lyrian gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, enhancing his hands as he unleashed a fury of slashes toward the neck of the golem.

With an implosion of shock, the head of the Draconian burst off, flying across the room before skidding far to a stop.

Both of them jumped down to the floor as their bodies fell to the floor, crumbling to a thousand pieces at once.

Encased in the body was a glowing green orb, which Lyrian imagined to be a valuable item of the golem.

The item rolled through the pieces of rock and made its way to his feet.

After picking it up, he began gulping down a mana regeneration potion and looked up at the students on the side of the room.

There were many shocked faces, and some were full of awe. At that moment the students stood up and slowly began walking out of the final room one by one.

Soon enough, everyone started to leave. There was an awkward silence throughout the entire walk.

In the end, Lyrian thought of standing at the finish line, asking everyone for their collected materials. But he opted not to, 'They earned those fair. I'll let them keep it.' He mused.

He and Drake were the ones walking at the back, and as everyone stepped outside of the cavern, they were met by Gator, Rerth, and the eliminated students.

A few claps fluttered from the small crowd standing outside, as Rerth put his hands on his hips and exclaimed, "Good job, brats! You--"

Before Rerth could finish, he felt a powerful spiritual energy--no, two powerful spiritual energies, collide with each other.

At that moment, Drake dashed over 50 feet away even behind the eliminated students to a tree branch. Lyrian did the same, jumping backward to a tree branch near him.

Everyone in the middle felt the clash of aura. The students looked left and right in shock.

Many were confused, others already understood what was going on and got excited with smiles on their faces.

However, it was evident that everyone within the clash zone of the spiritual aura felt sick--apart from the teachers, of course.

They began walking out of the way, behind the teachers and a few dozen feet back.

There, they all grouped up and watched on, still feeling a hint of the spiritual energy.

Rerth, with a serious expression, eyed both of the students. "Drake... Lyrian... I can't permit you two MVPs to fight," he sternly stated.

"Sir Rerth, I think you have forgotten something. This practice began when we first were transported here, and it will only end when we leave," Drake said with a slight smirk on his face.

Both Rerth, Gator and all of the students looked at him as he continued.

"That means that this fight is totally permissible under the rules of the practice."

Rerth crossed his arms, clenching his jaw slightly. He closed his eyes in thought and then turned to Gator after a few seconds and opened his eyes.

"Hey, man... what should we do here--" Rerth paused, seeing Gator with his back turned, walking toward the group of students.

"What can we do?" Gator said, emphasizing the 'can', "This is your doing. You should have chosen a class other than mine... one that didn't have another MVP."

Rerth was left speechless.

"From the moment you paired my class with yours, you should have known that this was inevitable."

After that, Rerth also walked toward the students. "Well hell! I'm going to have a long talk with Julius after this, aren't I..."

Rerth exclaimed in a bit of awkward disappointment, scratching his head.

He imagined Julius being furious in his seat right now. This wasn't a duel under normal rules but a fight under the rules of the practice. It could end up badly for all sides.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared on one of the taller trees a bit farther away, whom Lyrian instantly noticed.

The figure was covered in bandage tape from head to toe and sat on the tree branch like a frog.

He gazed down on the two fighters with his crimson eyes, the only things that weren't covered up, and did so completely silently.

"Hey!" Rerth suddenly stepped forward, "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" He loudly exclaimed.

Gator grabbed onto his shoulder, stopping him from going forward anymore. As soon as Rerth looked back at Gator, Gator exclaimed, "Not now. After the fight."

"Che!" Rerth shrugged with annoyance, eyeing the bandaged figure again. "He has the nerve showing his face here knowing I don't like him..."

"I don't think he came here for you."

"I don't care what he came here for! He's within my line of sight!" Rerth crossed his arms in anger.

Along with that, a sudden owl also appeared on a tree. It was white and looked at Lyrian; its eyes were big bead eyes. Nocturnal animals didn't show themselves at this time, so it was odd to see them appear at this time. The reason behind it was obvious, however. With everyone now almost holding their breath in anticipation, Drake said, "Emerald Dragon: True Eyes."

His eyes were outlined with a green reptile eye a few inches off of his skin. "Emerald Dragon: True Claws."

'He seems to estimate me over Linus...' Lyrian mused, remembering that Drake didn't initially open his true skills when fighting the prince of Creyuun. 'Then... I can't back down either.'

At that moment, Lyrian pumped his body full of mana, enhancing every part of it. He enhanced his quads and arms especially, allowing for a perfect fighting body.

Seconds of silent stillness passed... before *BOOM* both students propelled forward at once.

Lyrian gripped his blade tightly, entering his Smithing mode of ultimate concentration as he directly stared down Drake's neck.

If he was going to have a chance to win this, he knew that he would need to want to actually kill his opponent.

Treating it like some duel wouldn't be enough to give his body enough motivation to strive as hard as it could.

With a killing intent intensely forced on the prince, Lyrian slashed his sword forward with extreme speed.

*BANG*

Lyrian's sword was stopped by Drake's claws in their powerful clash that sent an aftershock through the air. 𝗳𝐫𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝗯𝐧𝗼𝐯𝐞𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Their weapons continued to struggle and push against each other as Drake stared at Lyrian with a smirk on his face.

"Oh... not bad."

They back dashed out again, and then back in within a millisecond. There began their barrage of slashes and thrusts, clashing against each other as they moved through the field.

Lyrian quickly understood that he was not matched to win against Drake whatsoever.

While thinking, one of Drake's two claws swerved through his blade's parry and slid in between straight toward his face.

Time felt as though it slowed down to Lyrian as his eyes widened in shock.

Everyone stared on in surprise, anticipation clouding their minds. 'Shadow Puppet.' Lyrian quickly mused.

As soon as his Shadow Puppet showed a hint of its aura, Drake jumped backward at light speed.

'He's fast. He caught on to the Shadow faster than anyone else...' Lyrian mused, slightly impressed.

However, before his shadow could come out at all--with only a hint of its presence showing--Lyrian pulled it back into himself.

The reason behind this was the same reason that sent a ripple of gasps through the crowd.

Jaws dropped to the floor, as even Rerth held his mouth slightly agape.

Drake... had raised his hands in submission. To everyone, it looked like he had lost. As if he had given up.

A cheer of amusement broke out, as a flutter of claps sounded for Lyrian, but he was just left confused.

'No... this doesn't make sense. He was barely trying.' He knew there was something up.

At that moment, the bandaged figure disappeared, and so did the owl.

Drake walked forward and leaned into Lyrian's ear. "Not now..." He whispered, "You are far too weak."