Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"You know why you lost last time, right?" Linus said as everyone gazed at his enchanted body. "It was because you were too frivolous in your fight--" The royal was suddenly cut off.

"It was because I was weaker than you, to put it simply. No need to say any more than that. But, who cares?" Godfrey shouted, slamming his two fists together.

Except, the fists did not touch. Instead, his claws slammed against each other, causing a loud clash. It was enough for everyone in the hall to hear and enough to cause Lyrian to be slightly taken aback.

The clash wasn't even that forceful from Godfrey, yet, it made a much larger impact than what Lyrian had imagined.

"You were careless in your fighting technique, and now, you are careless in your speech as well," Linus froze his gaze on his opponent.

"I was, and still am, always fighting how I like. Call it carefree if you want, but I like to fight how I see fit."

On saying this, Godfrey lunged forward forcefully, appearing before Linus in seconds. His fist, carrying with it the momentum of his speed, hurled towards Linus at extreme speed.

"The main flaw in a mage... is a weak body," Linus said, suddenly disappearing from the spot. The crowd witnessed as he appeared behind Godfrey, his body almost like a mirage.

Godfrey used the continuing momentum of his fist to abruptly spin back around, pushing his foot off the ground as he jumped towards Linus with another punch.

"Not being able to move fast enough," Linus said, adding to what he was speaking about as he swiftly sidestepped the oncoming punch. Following that was a barrage of punches unleashed by Godfrey, all of which Linus swiftly evaded with his glowing body.

"Not being able to control oneself... not being able to maneuver, dodge, or parry," Linus continued, moving ever so calmly as he made precise steps to avoid and parry all of Godfrey's attacks with his wand.

The crowd cheered as they saw his performance, impressed at both his actions and words. Lyrian observed both of the duelers and saw that each of their expressions remained composed and similar to how they were before the fight.

"When a mage clears that only flaw of his..." Linus began to move even faster, disappearing and appearing on different edges of the stage, and then on the ground, and then in the air. Godfrey followed him not even a split second behind, also appearing on the edge of the stage, on the floor, and in the air, all while unleashing his flurry of punches.

"He... becomes unstoppable!" Linus thrust his wand in the air, finally going on the offensive. As Godfrey's punch hurtled toward his face, a gravitational pull suddenly threw his entire body toward the ground.

In an instant, the boy flew down toward the carpet face first, before maneuvering mid-air to land on his feet. The ground beneath him cracked, but he managed to withstand the force of the gravitational push as he looked at Linus, who fell down from the air.

Another wave of mesmerized sounds traveled through the crowd. Lyrian's brows furrowed as he leaned in to look closer.

"What kind of magic is that?" He asked, to be quickly answered.

"Gravitational magic," Glis responded, equally as astonished. "He has already mastered such a power..." She said, in a slight daze of awe.

"No... he hasn't." Geld suddenly followed up. "Although the young lord's talent is worthy of awe, his talent is not in the magic of Gravity, rather, the mastery of his family spell."

The entire table looked at him, wanting to hear a better explanation.

"Just like how a mage can use a previously locked magic element using an item, a mage can also do the same using a series of spells conjoined with each other. These spells are called family spells, not only because they are multiple spells in one, but also because they possess a talisman that allows anyone to control whatever magic the spells are based within, once mastered, of course. Each high-ranking family has this."

On hearing this, their attention diverted back to the fight.

"Not bad..." Godfrey rose up to a fully standing position. "But you will have to do better than that if you want to win." He squeezed his eyes shut before allowing his eyelids to fly open.

As he did this, his dragon eyes followed the same movement path, and as they opened back up, a wave of green energy pulsated from his eyes and quickly spread through the room.

In an instant, all the extra gravity placed onto him was gone. "No immobilizing or intoxicating spell can be put on my glorious body, as long as my Emerald Eyes are open!" He exclaimed, jumping toward Linus with a speed doubling that of what he was doing before.

"You didn't have those eyes last time," Linus said, as he blocked the powerful punch from Godfrey with his wand. "But it doesn't make a difference." He pushed Drake's hand down before filling his lungs with air and blowing forcefully.

Godfrey was immediately blown away into the air as if he weighed as much as a feather. As he spun in the air, he too filled his lungs up with air, "You think you can beat me at my own ability!?" He yelled, placing one claw in front of his mouth as he breathed out.

Suddenly, a powerful burst of fire flew out of his mouth, traveling toward Linus. The two winds clashed in the middle, resulting in a magnificent view for the onlookers.

Finally, Drake's disastrous flames broke through, assaulting Linus as they quickly enveloped his enchanted body. "Tsk tsk tsk... you think a measly flame can burn out the light?" He said, dispersing the flame with a wave of his wand.

As Drake fell down to the floor, Linus exclaimed, "It seems you still haven't learned about fighting intelligence. Until you know why one makes certain decisions in fights, you will never defeat me."

With a smile on his face, Godfrey challenged these words without a hint of hesitation, "I make decisions in fights for one purpose only, and that is to win!"