Skill Creation in the Fantasy World

Coming out from the underground path, Felix walked away from there before the crowd could gather around and spot him.

But what he didn't know was that a group of people led by a fat man and a lanky bald man were secretly waiting for him near the entrance.

And just when had exited from there, they sneaked behind and followed him while eyeing him as if he were a beauty.

Felix didn't know how much time was left for the next match but he immediately made his way through the arena grounds, searching for the arena numbered 23.

His win in the recent match against the zombie giant had already started to spread among the masses and people were getting enthusiastic about the upcoming match where they could truly witness his fight.

The people who felt the most lucky today were Henry, Dufus, and their gang who were trailing behind Felix with happy smiles on their faces.

Dufus couldn't stop a joyful laugh from escaping his mouth as he said.

"Yehe, this guy even defeated that terrible giant and I don't think there's anyone who's gonna put a challenge to him."

Henry nodded with a smile and replied.

"And that means we're gonna keep on winning our bets from now on!"

All of them felt delighted and glad to have found this guy who was like their lucky charm, from whom they would earn a lot by betting.

They followed Felix in curiosity until he moved around and reached another arena.

"Wait- Is this guy participating in another match?"

Henry stopped frozen in his steps, his face a mix of shock and confusion.

His words made the other men stop in their tracks as they all suddenly realized something.

Dufus made a stupid face and stuttered when he got to know what Henry was on about.

"D-Didn't he just win two matches within this hour? And he's already joining another battle now...."

All of them felt their minds blow up when they came to know that the guy named Phantom was still able to fight after battling two matches especially with one of them being with the giant zombie.

They wondered if the guy didn't feel exhausted at all or if he was becoming crazy after getting introduced to the arena battles.

One of the men asked staring at Henry.

"What do we do now? Do you think we should still bet on him now? After two battles, he must be feeling tired by now...."

The man's words made Henry ponder about what to do as he frowned deeply.

The man was right. It would be a lot more difficult to still win after taking part in two matches also taking into account that the last battle was very brutal with lots of blood getting spilled.

As Henry continued to think about the matter, Dufus suddenly started to pull at him and jumped about.

"Henry Hey Henry! Listen to me! I think we should definitely bet on him. That guy is a monster and he'll absolutely win this battle."

There was unwavering confidence in his voice as if he had already predicted who would win the match.

Henry and the other men looked at Dufus in puzzlement and wondered what had suddenly happened to him.

Dufus was not someone who would give such a guarantee to his words and would always say things like 'maybe' or 'I think so'.

So it was the first time they had seen him say words that were like 'Trust me bro'.

Taking his hand away from Dufus's hold, Henry looked at him and asked.

"And why do you think so? You should know that if we all bet on him and lose then it'll be a huge loss for us. What reason do you have for convincing us to bet on him?"

At Henry's question, Dufus scratched his head and replied.

"Uhh about that you see...I saw something in that guy's eyes when he was about to walk toward the next arena."

Dufus frowned and spoke in a low and deep voice that was a bit unusual of him, prompting the others to pick up their ears.

"And that something didn't look as if it was about to get defeated by anyone, instead that look appeared as if it was unstoppable."

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Henry and others frowned looking at each other thinking if Dufus had lost his mind or something.

They didn't want to try and believe in his words for that may put them in a loss of their recent gains.

Dufus saw that they didn't take his words seriously and scratched his head before saying.

"Well whatever, if you guys don't plan on betting on him then I won't force you but I for sure am betting all my money on him."

He smiled stupidly and waved at them before moving toward the betting booths to place a bet.

Henry and the others eyed each other and shrugged helplessly.

"What can we say about this guy, sometimes he's just acting weird but anyways it's not like we're getting any lose with him betting in this match."

"Yeah, maybe that'll be a lesson for him teaching him not to waste money on his intuitions."

They laughed it off and made their way following the path Felix took to the Arena 23.

By now, Felix had already entered the arena stage and was starting to do stretches.

In front of him stood a man with average height and build practising swinging his sword.

A few minutes passed and Dufus returned to the audience seat making his way to the group.

They all welcomed him back and teased him of his upcoming win.

Dufus just sheepily smiled at them and sat down, glancing at the stage where the match was about to get started.

The referee moved to the middle of the stage shouting out the combatant's names to the public and asking them if they were ready, both nodded at him making him announce the start of the battle.

He brought down the green flag and shouted.

"And the battle begins!"

The moment he ended his words, the crowd saw an afterimage of a person rushing toward the other side of the stage.

Dufus, Henry, and the others shockingly stared at the guy they had been following around in the arena move at a very high speed and arrive behind his opponent.

He raised the sword with both of his hands and slashed at his opponent's back, spilling out large amounts of blood on the ground.

They remained stunned as the guy gave a kick at his unmoved opponent throwing him onto the floor where he stayed motionless.

"Huh?"

Henry exclaimed stupidly and rubbed his eyes not believing what he just saw.

The whole crowd remained silent for a while until they all erupted when they heard a man shout out loud.

"SEE I TOLD YOU GUYS THAT HE WOULD WIN!!"

Dufus jumped up from his seat screaming out loud while swinging his betting ticket at them.

The other men including Henry stared at him speechless before they too jumped out cheering at the victory that they had not expected at all.

"Holy fuck! He really won!!"

"I can't believe he just won another match!!"

"That stupid Dufus actually guessed right!"

The referee finally came to his senses hearing the crowd go crazy and quickly announced the end of the match.

Swiftly putting away the green flag that he didn't even have the time to put away from his hand, he brought out the red flag and swung it downwards announcing the end of the match.

"The battle ends and the winner is Phantom!!"

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