Read Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith Chapter 337 Daring Words

Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 337 Daring Words

A few intrigued sounds came from the crowd as Bret jumped onto the fighting platform.

Lyrian didn't say a single word to her. As the battle began, he instantly dashed forward and thrust his palm into her stomach.

At once she was thrown off the platform. She was knocked unconscious just like her friend, with smoke exiting her mouth. The heat of Lyrian's palm was also enough to cause an indent in her armor.

His palm attack wasn't a skill, but a common fighting move used in Kung Fu. It wasn't Panda Kung Fu, as he was still in his normal form.

This victory was sudden, but also not very surprising. The crowd already understood the extent of Lyrian's strength by now. Before, he seemed like a challenger. Not just to the MVPs, as he was one himself, but also to high nobles and such.

Now, however, he seemed like a person who only the MVPs could defeat. Still, many arrogant, ambitious, or confident people stepped up to the plate.

Kaspov was first, and he was defeated similarly to those before him. Then was another high noble who wanted to see if he could claim some fame by taking Lyrian down. However, he also posed no threat. One after another, Lyrian decimated his challengers.

The crowd's excitement for each fight dwindled as Lyrian revealed himself more and more each time to be the obvious winner.

During all this, Lyrian was simply having fun. This was exactly how he wanted to go out. After 10 total high nobles and other students were knocked out of the platform, no other randoms decided to test their luck.

Lyrian looked around after defeating his latest opponent, with not a single bead of sweat on his forehead. His breathing was calm as if he just woke up from a slumber.

"Nice job! Lyrian!" Alten exclaimed from his group. He was happy to see that Lyrian wasn't even coming close to losing.

Lyrian then looked at Leon. At first, Leon didn't say anything. 'What? Does he expect me to compliment him like Alten?' Leon mused as Lyrian smirked at him.

"Fine... I don't expect you to lose, so don't disappoint me." Lyrian quickly replied, "No need to worry about that. It looks like this isn't going to be much of a challenge." With these words, a shoulder suddenly brushed past Leon.

"That's enough!" Masvidal angrily exclaimed. Leon stared at him from behind with a slightly irritated expression but understood that Lyrian would probably want to fight him.

'I don't want to intervene here.' He mused, taking a step back from the situation and calming himself. 'From what happened at the coffin room, Lyrian most likely wants to fight Masvidal here. He knew of this place... somehow.'

"To me, the piss ants you've fought are nothing but pathetic maggots. But to you, they are no less than gods." Jalern began to exclaim, as he slowly walked around the platform.

Most eyes in the crowd followed him. Along with that, so did Lyrian's eyes, which were now on a more serious expression.

"That is precisely why, when you defeated them, their reputations have now gone down the drain. Hell, their lives might have even been ruined, since you were the one that beat them."

Jalern smiled, speaking loudly.

"It is no different to a beggar defeating a lord," Jalern suddenly stopped and faced the crowd.

"That lord's reputation would be ruined!"

As he finished his words, Lyrian didn't waste a second in retorting, "The reputation he gained from the strength of his noble family?"

A short moment of silence and slight confusion surrounded the room, as Jalern turned around.

He was slightly confused at the question, as it seemed obvious. With slight hesitation, he replied, "Yes... precisely tha--" He was abruptly cut off before he could finish.

"The strength of his noble family! Did you all hear that?" Lyrian addressed the confused crowd, his tone slightly sarcastic and joking.

At this moment, Drake smirked. 'That fool... is he really going to do that right now?' Alten's face contorted with horror as he mused, 'In front of the whole world!? That's dangerous!'

Just then, Lyrian continued, "What makes a noble family, a noble family? The ability to conjure mana? All that is, is just strength, right? Strength is everything, and nothing prevails over such an overwhelming force... right?"

These words sounded logical to the crowd, and also to Jalern. Yet, he couldn't help but feel the sarcastic tone behind them.

Confused, he replied, "Don't try to confuse me. What you are saying is true, but--"

Once again, he was cut off.

"So if strength is what makes a noble; if strength is what makes one greater than the other..."

Lyrian smirked at this moment, as even Linus furrowed his brows slightly in disbelief.

'Despite what he believes... to say these following words on the world stage. Is it not foolish?'

Back in Anaviotis, almost all the examiners knew what Lyrian's next words were going to be.

"That fool... he will let his ego get the best of him," Rerth exclaimed, slightly upset in his tone.

Others shared the same discontent, but Julius seemed to be smiling. They all looked at him as he slightly chuckled.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Rerth emphasized the 'you'.

This drew even more attention to Julius, as he exclaimed, "How long has it been since such an interesting figure has graced this world."

"Interesting figure?" Jalls exclaimed in slight confusion.

"His next words. Who would say his next words?" Julius questioned for a moment, but before he could continue, Rerth cut in.

"A drunkard on the streets?"

"Exactly! But why it is so interesting, is because Lyrian is as successful as any student would want to be. Even right now, he is facing the entire world with a smile as he speaks."

Julius pulled it back together.

"But isn't it dangerous?"

"Is he not being foolish?"