Skill Creation in the Fantasy World

On the stage, Felix and Demiro were having a battle so serious that they could not afford to pay any attention to the public.

They clashed their weapons relentlessly without a pause.

Every time Demiro failed to attack Felix, the crowd would go on cursing him.

"This mace-using fucker can't even defeat a kid."

"Bastard named Demiro, end the battle already!!"

"Bloody shit! How much longer is that Phantom going to resist?"

They didn't know that Demiro was finding it hard to fight as Felix was always attacking his weak points which made it difficult for him to counterattack and always stay on the defensive.

*****

As the fight went on, two burly men at the edge of the arena discussed their plan and stealthily made their way into the arena, approaching the seated individuals they had invited.

The crowd who were here due to the idea of the buff guards were unhappy when they found out it was not as what they had said.

When the man approached them earlier, he had said to them that there was a match with one side being a complete newbie who would surely get defeated by a fighter having three consecutive wins.

This made them think of this as a good deal to win some money by betting on Demiro as he could easily defeat the little boy.

So they emptied their pockets and placed their bets spending all their money in hopes of earning it big today.

But the situation right now seemed hopeless.

While they were getting frustrated, the buff men arrived beside them and whispered something again before leaving to the others.

The crowd stared at each other and realized that it was the only option left, so they did it.

*****

The battle continued although in an unexpected manner.

'Shit! Shit! Shit! What the hell is happening?!?!', Demiro shouted inside his head.

He could not even come close to landing a hit on the boy who was fighting like a zombie.

And it was true.

He was really fighting like a zombie with only one thought.

Felix had his full concentration on the battle as he knew the person in front of him was not weak but just a bit unprepared for the situation.

The surroundings couldn't break his thoughts anymore as his focus was purely on the battle.

Blocking another attack from the mace, Felix leaned backward and retreated a few steps.

'None of us can attack the other. It seems we're equal in power and strength.', he thought.

Demiro rushed ahead and started attacking by swinging his mace all around.

Again blocking the moves and dodging them like he had done many times now, Felix started thinking of a plan.

'It's time to create a new skill...'

He pondered and asked the system.

'System, how many skill points do I have?'

[Ding!]

[Skill Points: 650.]

'So it is 650 huh...'

Felix didn't stop fighting and swinging his sword as he started contemplating what skill he should create.

The kind of skills that he had in mind was something that could boost his overall stats or increase his proficiency in swords, but he was confused about which he should choose.

'Should I increase my strength and speed or try creating a skill that compliments my sword attacks?'

His thoughts wondered about but suddenly a strange commotion from the audience disturbed him making both the fighters on the stage retreat back and observe the crowd.

'What the hell-'

Felix couldn't help but curse hearing what the crowd was shouting.

"Go die Phantom!!"

"You're a pussy little boy!"

"Fucking kill the boy Demiro!!"

"Phantom loser! Phantom loser!"

"Just kill yourself, kid!"

Felix frowned hearing all the profanities that were directed towards him. He scanned the crowd below and found Steve in his seat looking around with anger.

"Hahaha kid, it seems you've displeased the audience somehow. Now there's no way for you to win this battle anymore."

He turned away from the crowd and glanced at his opponent who had a huge smile on his face.

Demiro was especially pleased that the crowd was cheering for him and cursing at the little boy.

He thought they were impressed by his might, but what he didn't know was that inwardly they were cursing even his ancestors for not winning against the boy already.

Felix didn't mind the man and just observed the public.

'I get that their plan is to demoralize me, but for what reason? I've never done anything wrong that could make the crowd come to hate me, so why are they doing this?', he was confused but there wasn't any answer that came to his mind.

'Why could it be.....'

Felix glanced intently at the audience who were not stopping their shouts like their life depended on it.

His crimson eyes roamed over all the people trying to find an answer until his vision caught some familiar figures.

Two buff guys who looked pleased with what was happening could be seen moving around the arena still inciting more people to start shouting profanities.

When Felix saw them, he immediately understood the situation and gritted his teeth in anger.

'Those motherfuckers!-'

His eyes started to glow in a dangerous light staring at the two men.

"Sigh~"

However, he took a deep breath and regained his composure, preventing anger from clouding his judgment.

'Fine. So that was your plan huh.....Then don't blame me for what happens later.'

After getting to know what was actually happening all this time, Felix regained his bearing and did not let their plan of demoralizing him take any effect.

The earlier attempts to unsettle him by the buff men had been momentarily disconcerting, but now he understood that their intention was to undermine his confidence.

Turning back at his opponent, he thought to take the battle to the next level.

Without wasting any more time, he ran forward bringing his short sword in front of his chest.

He had decided on which skill he had to create and thus dashed ahead meeting his opponent while calling inwardly to the system.

'System, create me this skill.....'

Felix imagined the skill he wanted to create in his mind. The skill that would possibly help him win his first arena battle.

[Affirmative.]

[Processing the skill's power scale....grading the skill....estimating the possible points required.....skill successfully moduled.]

[Ding!]

[Skill Name:.....]