My Skill Creation System



Nathan managed to get rid of the most troublesome position out of the five people. By eliminating the tankers from them, Nathan could more easily attack his opponents. Especially the mage and support in their team will easily defeat Nathan.

"What? Donnie got taken down so quickly by Nathan?"

"Was this the same skill he used to beat the hydra before? If a beast of that magnitude and size just crumpled to the ground, I shudder to think what would have happened to Donnie if he had been hit by it."

"So does that mean Nathan will win? They have no tank now?"

"I'm not certain that Nathan will win, since as far as I remember he can only use that move once, and with a very long cooldown. This could be his downfall, and soon he will be the one who loses!"

Nathan swung his sword with haste at one of the mages, only to find it rebounded by the protective force field that encircled them.

Nathan's vision was quickly blurring; he could feel the potency of the poison coursing through his veins.

"Ha ha ha! You won't be able to counter my poison technique, fool. You will suffer a tremendous defeat today; the poison's effects will even render you paralyzed!"

Seeing Nathan's slowing movements, John, the Mage from team Titus, beamed with pride. His poison spell had proven successful, and victory was all but secured. Jumping back to avoid Nathan's counterattack, he was aware of his lack of defense. 

Titus and his companion, the sword-wielding friend, rushed forward, ready to deliver the decisive blow.

Nathan felt overwhelming dizziness as if he were about to collapse. "What the hell is going on? It's like I need some kind of antidote skill."

Titus swiftly moved, pleased that he could target a spot on Nathan's body that would cause a severe injury before the Arena's system kicked him out. He was going to sever Nathan's arm, leaving him in agony for the remainder of his life. With a sinister smirk, he readied his final blow.

Nathan had employed all of his superior abilities, and, despite Donnie being the target of his most recent onslaught, they had the strength and a strategy that could be utilized to vanquish Nathan, who was already in a dire state. He would even succumb to the ground without them taking any further action. Nevertheless, Titus would not remain quiet; he would make the young man's life intensely difficult.

"This is the end of the line for you. Prepare to meet your fate, fool!" he said.

Fang tries to grab Nathan, but the swordsman tries to block him and throws an attack at him.

Simultaneously, Nathan's body crumpled to the ground as Titus readied his two daggers. As he moved to make the strike, Nathan fixed him with a knowing smile.

Titus was surprised by Nathan's expression; he hadn't realized that Nathan still had a skill up his sleeve, one he had been saving for an opportunity like this.

"Remote Triggered Flame Blast." he muttered under his breath.

[Build up a flame elemental energy blast attack, and induce them into a sword-type weapon. The longer the charging, the stronger the damage.

Interruption during charging may result in the loss of charged power.

The user can trigger the release from a distance.]

Nathan muttered under his breath as he brought up his two swords, their blades crackling with fiery energy. Then, with lightning speed, he brought them crashing down towards Titus, resulting in a loud, earth-shaking explosion that sent Titus' body soaring into the air.

Nathan leaped from his spot, and with remarkable accuracy, he swung his sword at Titus, who was already being thrown up into the sky. Despite this, Nathan continued to relentlessly slash his blades, sending out a violent shockwave that exploded upon Titus' landing, completely ejecting him from the Arena.

Titus was thrown to the ground outside the Arena, his body slashed with deep wounds inflicted by a sword. Everyone who witnessed the scene was shocked, some of them even displaying looks of terror on their faces.

Everyone was left in awe at the unexpected spectacle they had just witnessed.

At the sight of Titus being knocked out of the Arena, everyone leaped to their feet in shock. 

"What the hell just happened? Did Titus really lose?"

"This is truly unbelievable; Titus was severely injured. He clearly underestimated Nathan, failing to recognize that he still had one last trick up his sleeve!"

"Oh my gosh! I'm absolutely astounded! Is this really happening? Nathan has actually overcome Titus, and I'm positive that this is a clear indication of his win."

Fang suddenly sprang into action, sprinting towards their team's healer and viciously attacking him until there was nothing left. With one final throw, the healer disappeared from the arena in a puff of smoke.

Nathan stood firmly with his fiery swords raised, and the two foes before him quickly recoiled, raising their hands in surrender to signify their defeat.

Kim Yejun leaped to his feet upon seeing that the other challengers had finally conceded, allowing Nathan to be crowned the victor. "That jerk! He's nowhere near as skilled as the other five, yet he still managed to win. He's just a lucky brat!"

The room erupted into thunderous applause as Nathan emerged victorious. Everyone in the stadium rose to their feet in celebration of his success. Although Nathan crumpled to the ground soon after, he had once again proved his worth.

Linda and the others rushed to Nathan's side, attempting to help him, while Gydarra walked towards Kim Yejun and accepted the gift that Nathan had earned. "I'll teach you a lesson next time, blue-haired fool," he sneered.

Kim Yejun responded with a warm smile and said, "Congratulations on your comrade's victory."

Linda gingerly lifted Nathan's frail body and propped it against her thigh, carefully assessing his condition. Despite his weakened state, a faint smile still graced his lips as he looked at the others.

"You win, Oppa," she said softly.